These are the Hands of the Man who Composed EROICA
by Susan Dunn
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"It
is best, it seems to me, to separate ones inner striving from ones
trade as far as possible.
It is not good when ones daily bread is tied to Gods special blessing.
-- Einstein
What a strange thing for a man to say
Who was, at the time he lived,
The worlds greatest physicist.
Would you not have assumed that
Gods special blessing to him
Was his ability at physics?
Perhaps the violin and his mystical philosophies
Meant more to him than we knew.
And when I e-mailed this picture to my son
I received a reply back about the Egyptians
unparalleled abilities at mummification,
And the fact that Napoleons penis had been auctioned off
at Sothebys recently.
It didnt occur to me that my son had never played the piano Look at the size of those hands! Thats what made that incredible music! Youd have to have struggled as I did, |
Before going down in defeat trying to play Beethovens chords,
I, who have the soul of a pianist, and all the desire,
But can barely reach one octave with either hand
Because my double-jointed thumbs shorten the range
Of already short fingers, and also diminish the strength,
Those are not chords to diddle at.
And if you cant play music like that,
Could you have composed it?
Theres a reason why we know its over
When the fat lady sings.
Shes the one with the chest cavity large enough
To do the job.
Theres a reason why Pavorotti is a bass,
And Domingo a tenor.
Sometimes agonies from other things
Make the parts go together wrong,
Such as my friends daughter who, at age 12,
And already 52, 130 lbs.,
Told the psychologist she wanted to be a jockey,
When her father is 64, 270 lbs., and
Her mother is 6, 200 lbs.
The mother laughed,
The psychologist was appalled at the mothers insensitivity,
And the father said, as fathers will,
She knows damn well shes not going to be a jockey.
Shes scared to death of horses.
The heart wanting what it cannot have.
What a joy it is when they do fit together!
Look at the hands of Michelangelos David.
They are modeled after Michelangelos own hands,
And such hands a sculptor in marble would have to have.
Conversely, what the hell would you do with hands like that
If you couldnt sculpt in marble?
Capacities clamor to be used!
How Michelangelo griped about having to paint,
Which was his bread and butter.
Clearly he was made to sculpt, not paint
Though what it takes to spend years
Painting on your back on scaffolding
Who knows. Maybe strong kidneys.
Were Davids hands Michelangelos hands?
I would think so;
You wouldnt need hands like that for a slingshot.
And what a special agony it is
When the parts are put together wrong.
If youve never felt the frustration yourself
I present to you for consideration Adolph Hitler
A short, slight dark-haired, dark-eyed man
Who extolled the Aryan race,
Those tall, muscular, blue-eyed blonds,
Something he wished he was and was not,
And he longed to be an artist when he couldnt paint
So he took his frustration out
On a half a million Jews.
So Beethoven had it made?
Well, except for the fact that he went deaf,
Which crushes down upon me every time I hear it
That Beethoven should go deaf.
To never hear again your creations.
It must be like losing a child.
By the way, did you know he had 20 kids?
Some say, however, that that sort of suffering
Is what brings the creative genius to its fullest fruition
And at the risk of going through what Marge Schott went through,
She happens to be right that Hitler was a genius
How on Gods earth could you mobilize that country of anal law-abiding citizens who sweep the street in front of their house each morning to do something like that?
(which I can say, being German)
and of course what they did is just
the flip side of what theyd never do
but the point is how did he get them to?
Thats like being able to convince Jackson Pollock
To put his paint in dots in tidy little lines, like Seurat,
And I dont care what the reparations policy was.
Its a puzzle.
Myself,
Im very curious about Napoleans penis.