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punkmothra:

my favourite part of shakespeare plays is the person at the end that is like “see how these people messed everything up. don’t do this. look at this idiocy. look at it. screw this. screw everything.”

composersdoingnormalshit:

Olivier Messiaen looking into Iannis Xenakis’ pocket.

composersdoingnormalshit:

Olivier Messiaen looking into Iannis Xenakis’ pocket.

necrophilofthefuture:

Meet Pickles, aka “Catosaurus.” He was rescued in Boston and he’s over 3 feet long.

necrophilofthefuture:

Meet Pickles, aka “Catosaurus.” He was rescued in Boston and he’s over 3 feet long.

dathemiola:

god, i hate this focking sonata

dathemiola:

god, i hate this focking sonata

When I was a younger man, art was a lonely thing. No galleries, no collectors, no critics, no money. Yet, it was a golden age, for we all had nothing to lose and a vision to gain. Today it is not quite the same. It is a time of tons of verbiage, activity, consumption. Which condition is better for the world at large I shall not venture to discuss. But I do know that many of those who are driven to this life are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can root and grow. We must all hope we find them.
Mark Rothko (via tierradentro)
jason-shannon:

Here is the opening sentence of “Twentieth Century Harmony”, by Vincent Persichetti.
Anything is possible.

jason-shannon:

Here is the opening sentence of “Twentieth Century Harmony”, by Vincent Persichetti.

Anything is possible.

composersdoingnormalshit:

Paul Hindemith and Darius Milhaud in one of those carnival-stick-your-head-in-and-take-a-picture thingys.

composersdoingnormalshit:

Paul Hindemith and Darius Milhaud in one of those carnival-stick-your-head-in-and-take-a-picture thingys.