Julia Varady / Angela Maria Blasi / Juliane Banse / Marjana Lipovsek / Margarita-Hintermeier / Johan Botha / Monte Pederson / Jan-Hendrick Rootering
Konzertvereingung
Wienerstaatopernchor
Chor des Bayerischen Rundfunks
Rias Kammerchor
Wiener Sängerknaben
Wiener Philharmoniker
Lorin Maazel, conductor
A precious concert ticket thanks to yolesdije.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 e 7
Alma.
"In May 1910, Alma went with her daughter Anna to the spa town of Tobelbad, a small upcoming resort in Styria. After eight years of disappointment, Anna now consoled herself for her years of deprivation in the person of a young architect named Walter Gropius, who was later to become a leading figure in modern architecture through the Bauhaus movement. After all the years with Mahler which, for Alma, were characterized by deprivation and asceticism, her pent-up longing to be taken seriously as a woman now exploded within her. (...)
Mahler now began focusing intensively on his wife Alma, for instance dedicating his 8th Symphony to her, the premiere of which, on 12 September 1910, was to become his greatest musical triumph. Mahler also had five of Alma's Lieder compositions published in the same year, with premieres in Vienna and New York. Shortly before she accompanied her husband to the USA for several months, Alma travelled to Paris in order to meet up with Walter Gropius once again.
On his last trip to the USA, Mahler fell seriously ill. On 21 February 1911, he conducted his final concert in New York, and then Alma travelled with her husband back to Europe. The couple reached Vienna on the evening of May 12. Gustav Mahler died on 18 May 1911 at around midnight, aged nearly 51. (...)
Carl Moll commissioned Kokoschka to create a portrait of Alma. Straightaway, during dinner on the evening of 12 April 1912, Kokoschka fell in love with the widow: "How beautiful she was, how seductive behind her mourning veil! I was bewitched by her!" The next day, she received his first love letter, which was to be followed by four hundred more."
Compreendo agora o relâmpago no olhar do M. quando dizia "Alma". Ele sabia tudo dela, e amava mais que tudo o excesso. Pergunto-me se ainda hoje será assim; duvido. Imagino que ela, Alma, era sôfrega, antes de mais, daquilo que não tinha.
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
música para acompanhar a tarde, a Sinfonia nº 8 de Mahler
Publicado por Ana V. às 1:46 PM
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