Nature has given me the passion for poesy, but refused me the boon of words and the faculty of expressing my thoughts. I think deeply, but when I wish to speak words fail me. If I wish to write, it is still worse.
If the Temeraire represents grounded theory (and other dataists) and at her last berth postmodernism waits, what about hermeneutics and critical theory?
I always disregard gossip--it is generally scandalous, and seldom true.
Unburdened by defensiveness, Ravel is able to figure the exotic in ways that are genuinely open to the energies of the other as well as appropriative of them. Those emergies find their culminating expression in the “General Dance” celebrating the union of Daphnis and Chloe. By organizing its dithyrambic whirl with an irregular meter, 5/4, the dance becomes an orgy of “false steps” utterly alien to the European tradition of superenergetic finales.
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