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Sky: a repository of adjectives ―land's fast mirror ―stripped of uniform ―thought to body. Greece: a repository of alternatives ―Civilisation’s fast mirror ―never fully constituted ―thought to Europe’s body. And all this water between us ―greasing the dialogue ―speeding up the dissolution ―co-operating. Isn’t it always cooperative? After all, the trickster is nothing without prey; the entrepreneur nothing without an audience.
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Europe after the Reign
listen here and listen close I’ll tell you the story of a musical ghost Ernst the composer, with a lifelong dream of becoming a genius, a composition king he was born on a day like any other man, i'd say, into a jewish family where he studied the melody a melody that protruded from pianist hands throughout the symphonies from germany to england He was known far and wide in a land without pride as a musical guide where the Nazi’s reside Great misfortune mounted upon great toils, soiled by a life on the run this was his fate, to be cast out, and away like a broken, old picture frame and upon a new dawn to the westward and on he sought to find a home when there was nowhere to roam. He packed up his bags as he had little more than rags to flee to the free and away...from the **** regime and made it to america… so soon sorry for he faintly did fair the world was weary yet his book he still shared and he passed on his knowledge of his music, sublime his artistic ability to tame tone and time and from the day he was born to the day he passed on we’ll remember those teachings and those beautiful songs 1887 to 1964 ernst we still remember you and all that you lived for
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Ernst Toch