September 6, 2012
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Grace 2022-11-18 22:04:12
Venice has never felt so oppressive. In Visconti's aesthetic world, "indecision" is the most soulful quality he bestows on his characters. The musician's hesitation to capture beauty is precisely because of his cherishing and appreciation of beauty. In a sensitive person, good things can have a heart attack-like impact on the audience. This kind of impact has already surpassed the so-called same-sex love. It is more like a kind of "observable but not to be teased" that can be reached but deliberately wanders. The life of the musician and the life of the beautiful young Daccio meet in the plague of Venice. The seemingly pleasant but boring beach has witnessed a wretched demise - the wretchedness of demise makes beauty purer and more refined. The musician shivered as the scorching heat of Venice blew the hair-dye off the musician's head, watching Daccio point eastward like a Greek god in the sunset. Beauty has finally risen from the beauty of sensuality, possessiveness, and artistic temperament to the beauty of divinity. The musician was tortured by the pain of his own hesitation. When the crimson light shrouded Dazio in front of him, his life finally got his wish and went away lightly like smoke or hot wind. In the beginning, Daccio was the god of death. And what musicians hope for is the back of death leading the way...
September 6, 2012
September 6, 2012
Extended Reading
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Gustav von Aschenbach: I remember we had one of these in my father's house. The aperture through which the sand runs is so tiny that... that first it seems as if the level in the upper glass never changes. To our eyes it appears that the sand runs out only... only at the end... and until it does, it's not worth thinking about... 'til the last moment... when there's no more time left to think about it.
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Gustav von Aschenbach: You know sometimes I think that artists are rather like hunters aiming in the dark. They don't know what their target is, and they don't know if they've hit it. But you can't expect life to illuminate the target and steady your aim. The creation of beauty and purity is a spiritual act.
Alfred: No Gustav, no. Beauty belongs to the senses. Only to the senses.