Monday, August 25, 2008 while i lie sick in bed, as gloomy as one can beI've started practising piano again. Well, that's not exactly true, since I only practised semi-seriously on Friday and haven't touched the piano since, but it's a start. So I revived the Scriabin, that which I hold so dear to my heart, and as I played through it, I could hear my teacher in London dictating to me, do this, do that, fingerwork here, keep the 2 against 3 more precise, along with the weathered touch of abused Steinways, the dangerous air she carries around with her (Bulgarians are very fiery, don't you know), and with it, the taste of winter, the scent of tobacco, and the weight of innumerable (often very painful) hours spent in the name of chasing perfection. I am determined to practise piano more often, for my fingers are so weak that it breaks my heart. But it's not going to be easy. For one thing, all my time goes into preparing for lessons (this entails reading many articles and trying to digest them), coming up with worksheets and answer scheme, marking, coaching students, going through their harmony portfolio, etc etc, not to mention the detested other subjects that I have to teach, and many other nonsensical things that a teacher has to do in order not to get a D grading. Which is counter-productive, if you know what I mean. I miss so many things from my days at Kings. Not that I am not reconciled to the loss, you know, but there is still hope that something will be worked out in the near future. We will see, but through seeing, will probably never see. she procrastinated @ 13:18 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies strange days are upon us/me. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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