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And a very happy Beethoven's birthday to you too! :) OMG, Maura, you're right - his birthday is TODAY (on Greenwich mean time). Honestly, I had no idea. I just knew that I felt terribly compelled to write about Beethoven. How's that for serendipitous? (Is that even a word?)

Er, um, that's right, folks. That's why I posted this blog this weekend. Happy Birthday, Ludwig!

Greetings,
I wa slucky enoguh to gett he oportunity to taslk with Sir Michael Tippet when I was a kid and he siad that Beethocven`s deafness was psycho somatic, thta he -needed- to be deadf in orderr to compose his masterworks.
beats me...
Cheers,
Buri Buri, no WAY! Well now, that's something to gnaw on. And yet, I agree - he needed the deafness in order to produce that Beethoven sound. What else could have produced that range of emotion?

Okay, yes, hemorrhoids. But aside from that.

And I might add that it's good to be slucky from time to time. How else would we cope? I know your feeling well.

On Hearing A Symphony by Beethoven
By Edna St Vincent Millay

Sweet sounds, oh, beautiful music, do not cease!
Reject me not into the world again.
With you alone is excellence and peace,
Mankind made plausible, his purpose plain.
Enchanted in your air benign and shrewd,
With limbs a-sprawl and empty faces pale,
The spiteful and the stingy and the rude
Sleep like the scullions in the fairy-tale.
This moment is the best the world can give:
The tranquil blossom on the tortured stem.
Reject me not, sweet sounds; oh, let me live,
Till Doom espy my towers and scatter them,
A city spell-bound under the aging sun.
Music my rampart, and my only one.

Ooh, Pauline, that poem is perfect! Thanks for posting it. Greetings
>Okay, yes, hemorrhoids. But aside from that.

I don`t think he mad e a pile from his music,
Cheers,
buri

>I don`t think he made a pile from his music.

Buri, only you...