Rai di Torino

Oggi il presidente Zaccaria ha fatto visita alle sedi Rai di Torino. Alle 15.00 è arrivato per illustrare, tra l’altro, quale sarà la nuova sede quando quella in via Cernaia dovrà essere abbandonata… L’unico risultato è stato che ho dovuto interrompere il mio corso per un’ora… e mettermi a giocherellare su Internet… Speriamo domani non ci siano altre “visite”…

Midori

Questa sera al Conservatorio concerto di Midori!

Era tanto che non veniva a Milano! In programma con Robert McDonald al piano:

Mozart: Sonata in si bemolle maggiore K 378

Shulhoff: Sonata no. 2

Shostakovich: Preludi no. 10, 15, 16, 24 op. 34

R. Strauss: Sonata op. 18 in mi bemolle maggiore

Poi ti racconto…

Aldo Ciccolini

Ieri sera memorabile Shumann-Abend al Conservatorio di Milano

Pianista: il grande Aldo Ciccolini.

Programma: Robert Shumann (1810 – 1858)

Scene dalla foresta op. 82 (particolarmente notevoli “Uccello profeta” e “Commiato”).

Carnevale di Vienna op. 26 (tutto stupendo, sublime l’intermezzo prima del finale).

Sonata op. 14 (bella ma a tratti “pesante”).

Rispetto al solito, il pianoforte era due metri più indietro dal bordo del palco.

Ciccolini ha mantenuto la sua aria distaccata e musona fino a quando ha potuto, ma alla fine sorrideva e ha salutato con il fazzoletto prima di andarsene. Sembrava contento di un buon lavoro compiuto.

Colonoscopia: scambio di idee ieri notte con David

Scambio di idee ieri notte con David:

Da: Gaspar

A: David

You blogged:

“The feedback made it worthwhile, but showing people what I’d written but not revised made me feel as good as getting a rectal exam in a Macy’s store window…”

You may not belive this, but on Swiss television this very Friday, during the evening live medicine show, a guy from the public had a colonoscopy in front of the cameras. He seemed to enjoy the attention, being interviewed and all. Very nice live video of his rectum and colon.

Regards from Italy,

Gaspar

Da: David

A: Gaspar

It it is with great pride that I inform you that America is once again providing the world with the leadership it so desperately needs. A few months ago, Katie Couric, the cute-as-a-button co-anchor of the morning news talk show, broadcast her own colonoscopy. (Her husband died of cancer, so this both Informed the Public and must have been some type of weird, psychological expiation.)

Curiosity, di Alastair Reid

Una poesia sui gatti di Alastair Reid che trovo deliziosa:

Curiousity

may have killed the cat; more likely

the cat was just unlucky, or else curious

to see what death was like, having no cause

to go on licking paws, or fathering

litter on litter of kittens, predictably.

Nevertheless, to be curious

is dangerous enough. To distrust

what is always said, what seems,

to ask old questions, interfere in dreams,

leave home, smell rats, have hunches

do not endear cats to those doggy circles

where well-smelt baskets, suitable wives, good lunches

are the order of things, and where prevails

much wagging of incurious heads and tails.

Face it. Curiosity

will not cause us to die—

only lack of it will.

Never to want to see

the other side of the hill

or that improbable country

where living is an idyll

(although a probably hell)

would kill us all.

Only the curious

have, if they live, a tale

worth telling at all.

Dogs say cats love too much, are irresponsible,

are changeable, marry too many wives,

desert their children, chill all dinner tables

with tales of their nine lives.

Well, they are lucky. Let them be

nine-lived and contradictory,

curious enough to change, prepared to pay

the cat price, which is to die

and die again and again,

each time with no less pain.

A cat minority of one

is all that can be counted on

to tell the truth. And what cats have to tell

on each return from hell

is this: that dying is what the living do,

that dying is what the loving do,

and that dead dogs are those who do not know

that dying is what, to live, each has to do.