Schubert's music challenges and shatters the ways of the world. That's the essence of Romanticism, and Schubert's music is the epitome of the Romantic.
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Kafka On The Shore
Coming this October: Killing Commendatore, the much-anticipated new novel from Haruki Murakami Kafka on the Shore displays one of the world’s great storytellers at the peak of his powers. Here we meet a teenage boy, Kafk
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But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of—that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
That's why I like to listen to Schubert while I'm driving. Like I said, it's because all the performances are imperfect. A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm drivin…
Works that have a certain imperfection to them have an appeal for that very reason—or at least they appeal to certain types of people . . . You discover something about that work that tugs at your heart—or maybe we should say the work discovers you.
All he does is watch things happen and accept it all. I mean, occasionally he gives his own opinions, bu nothing very deep. Instead, he just broods over his love affair. He comes out of the mine about the same as when he went in. He has no sense that it was something he decided to do himself, or tha…
Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they are.
Adults constantly raise the bar on smart children, precisely because they're able to handle it. The children get overwhelmed by the tasks in front of them and gradually lose the sort of openness and sense of accomplishment they innately have. When they're treated like that, children start to crawl i…
Every class has a student like that, one who'll study what he needs to without supervision, who you know will one day attend a top college and get an excellent job. A child who's innately capable.
But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.
I no longer had any idea what was right and what was wrong. Was I really seeing the real world?
Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient starts that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds.
As individuals each of us is extremely isolated, while at the same time we are linked by a prototypical memory.
I wouldn't say my life has been happy, but it has been a great blessing to have been able to teach for so long and have the chance to work with so many children over the years . . . If it hadn't been for teaching, I don't think I'd have been able to survive.
My point is, in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
Fate seems to be taking me in some ever stranger directions.
But it's not a good idea to make decisions so soon. There's no such thing as absolutes.
Everything is there, but there are no parts. Since there are no parts, there's no need to replace one thing with another. No need to remove anything, or add anything. You don't have to think about difficult things, just let yourself soak it all in.
But Nakata wasn't afraid of the darkness or how deep it was. And why should he be? That bottomless world of darkness, that weighty silence and chaos was an old friend, a part of him already. Nakata understood this well.
This world is a terribly violent place. And nobody can escape the violence. Please keep that in mind. You can't be too cautious. The same holds true for cats and human beings.
I try to pull myself together and pick up the scattered jigsaw puzzle pieces of me lying all around. This is a first, I think.