On May 11, 9:20Â am, "Matt D."
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> On May 11, 8:01 am, "Matt D." tel.net> w it's hard to find
> a
>>>>> before
>>>> Beethoven for whom 'nature' meant anything connected with 'beauty' and
>>>> 'wonderment'. When Mozart as a young man crossed the Alps in a
>>>> carriage,
>>>> he
>>>> drew down the blinds because he didn't want to see what was around
>>>> him...
>
>>> Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Haydn's Seasons?
>
>> Your point being?
>
>> There were composers before Beethoven who were inspired by nature.
>
> I never said there weren't. Learn to read for comprehension. I'm sure my
> original posting is still available higher up the thread. Maybe someone will
> explain it to you.
>
> In any case, 'The Seasons' is from 1801, only 7 years before the 'Pastoral'.
And was an attempt to capitalize on the success of "The Creation,"
commissioned(?) by Baron van Swieten, who introduced Haydn to the poem
by Thompson that it sets. Thompson was certainly part of the nascent
phenomenon of Romanticism.
> Plus: the extra-musical baggage of the Vivaldi consists of poems that aren't
> to do with 'nature' so much as with *people's experience* of an aspect of
> it. Vivaldi wasn't 'inspired by nature', so much as by a poem that went:\
He is believed to have written the sonnets himself: can he really be
said to have been inspired by them?
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> Autumn:
> Allegro
> The peasant celebrates, with songs and dances,
> The pleasure of a bountiful harvest.
> And fired up by Bacchus' liquor, many end their revelry in sleep.
>
> Adagio molto
> Everyone is made to forget their cares and to sing and dance
> By the air which is tempered with pleasure
> And (by) the season that invites so many, many
> Out of their sweetest slumber to fine enjoyment
>
> Allegro
> The hunters emerge at the new dawn,
> And with horns and dogs and guns depart upon their hunting
> The beast flees and they follow its trail;
> Terrified and tired of the great noise
> Of guns and dogs, the beast, wounded, threatens
> Languidly to flee, but harried, dies.
> -------
>
> I am beginning to suspect that you have a brain injury.
