(listening to Solomon playing Beethoven sonatas) The river is not thesea; it speaks another tongue, a regional dialect thick with inflectives. The river cuts time into ribbons, marking moods with a slow second hand; in a minute the river has thought through several lifetimes. Beethoven's sonatas suit these lights; conversation more nuanced than the shouting of the sea. And Solomon's quiet well-tempered hands match each to each, the river's improvisation of dark, of light. The Canberra Times, April, 2003 |
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