tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post3460237855065451179..comments2023-10-22T20:57:20.675+08:00Comments on Fragments: Oh music come and light my heart's dark placesLottiePhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-18317818913108903972020-06-25T23:00:23.082+08:002020-06-25T23:00:23.082+08:00This is a mystery. The words to "An die Musik...This is a mystery. The words to "An die Musik" in German do not translate to Oh music Come etc, but as a child I too learned those words, the title being 'To Music', to sing to Schubert's "An die Musik". I wonder who wrote "To Music" ?<br /><br />JohnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-23562391747572773772015-09-26T20:02:58.149+08:002015-09-26T20:02:58.149+08:00If you're looking for the original, it's b...If you're looking for the original, it's by Schubert - "An die Musik": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTvNbd4D_5o<br /><br />Du holde Kunst, in wieviel grauen Stunden,<br />Wo mich des Lebens wilder Kreis umstrickt,<br />Hast du mein Herz zu warmer Lieb’ entzunden,<br />Hast mich in eine beßre Welt entrückt,<br />In eine beßre Welt entrückt!<br /><br />Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf’ entflossen,<br />Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir <br />Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,<br />Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!<br />Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir!LottiePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-17758670187015730772011-02-09T18:38:18.547+08:002011-02-09T18:38:18.547+08:00As a lovely postscript, today I received an email ...As a lovely postscript, today I received an email from someone who found this post by looking for "O music come..."<br /><br />***<br /><br />Dear lotti P<br />I was looking for the words to the above and found what you had written. Through your inspiration I managed to put together the words I learnt as a child which were obviously the same ones as yours. I thought you might like to have the gaps filled in as they are very beautiful. :-<br /><br />Oh music come and light my heart's dark places<br />Arouse to life my spirit's inmost ear<br />Awake in me such love no time effaces<br />Ah voice divine speak on and I shall hear.<br /> <br />Oh music make me strong to conquer sorrow.<br />My soul with love of noble things fulfil.<br />Then fear I not the silence of Death's morrow<br />For Death Himself my music shall not still<br />Not Death Himself my music still.<br /> <br /> <br />I don't know how relevant it is to anything but I am now 71 and am also much happier than I ever was as a child or young woman!<br /> <br />Regards<br />AnneLottiePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-15417306105439084742009-11-03T22:02:07.148+08:002009-11-03T22:02:07.148+08:00Hi Anna
Lovely to see you here. I check your blog...Hi Anna<br /><br />Lovely to see you here. I check your blog from time to time but you haven't posted in a while. <br /><br />How I love this piece of music...LottiePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-17119963078648989872009-10-24T17:47:23.614+08:002009-10-24T17:47:23.614+08:00Hei Lottie, how are you doing? Thank you for satis...Hei <b>Lottie</b>, how are you doing? Thank you for satisfying my thirst for knowledge with the "Oh music come" quote. Thank you also for "Littlest Birds", which I really like. <br /><br />Obviously, I'm blushing at how late these thank-yous arrive at your inbox doorstep. But still. Hope things are fine and lovely in the H of K. <br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-39945187271128667872009-06-04T11:37:48.816+08:002009-06-04T11:37:48.816+08:00The title of this post comes from an English trans...The title of this post comes from an English translation of the Schubert song, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70_2p4OIZ7E" rel="nofollow"><i>An die Musik</i></a>. I can't find any other references on the internet, but that's the version I learnt at school. <br /><br />I can't remember much more of it, unfortunately: "Awake in me such love no time effaces"...LottiePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-47414875680029803682008-10-26T22:16:00.000+08:002008-10-26T22:16:00.000+08:00the further away from childhood you get, the happi...the further away from childhood you get, the happier...<BR/><BR/>i will grasp that sentiment like a drowning victim holds dear to their life jacket. 41 is freaking me the fuck out...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-91350517917946476602008-10-14T08:26:00.000+08:002008-10-14T08:26:00.000+08:00Thank you, Anna. Growing older seems to work for m...Thank you, <B>Anna</B>. Growing older seems to work for me too.<BR/><BR/><B>Magicman!</B> I'm not suggesting I'm unhappy now. Not at all. I was just indulging in that particular melancholy of memory. And yes, I have great friends now - including at least one whom I've known for 25 years.LottiePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-28878774974681392442008-10-14T07:50:00.000+08:002008-10-14T07:50:00.000+08:00It seems to me that you do very well on the friend...It seems to me that you do very well on the friend front now, Lottie P.<BR/>So that's good, right?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-8902866827602305582008-10-13T04:57:00.000+08:002008-10-13T04:57:00.000+08:00Hei Lottie, that is sad and lovely (both your post...Hei <B>Lottie</B>, that is sad and lovely (both your post and the music) - which in my books is often/usually better, truer, than happy and lovely. I, too, have discovered a safety in getting less and less young, an acceptance of one's own pain, sadness, not fitting in, not being loved enough, whatever it is, that just makes it a whole heap easier to carry. <BR/><BR/>Music helps, of course, too. <BR/><BR/>Belated happy birthday, obviously. <BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-90520804573384810802008-10-12T19:26:00.000+08:002008-10-12T19:26:00.000+08:00It's interesting that you suffered a lot as a chil...It's interesting that you suffered a lot as a child whereas I, despite the bullying and so on, lived in some sort of innocent little dream world. I don't remember ever wishing to grow up, even when I felt I didn't fit in. It has only been in my adult life that I've experienced real, crippling unhappiness.Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11787214538691588685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-84126842435637331742008-10-12T08:29:00.000+08:002008-10-12T08:29:00.000+08:00The problem with longing to grow up, or longing to...The problem with longing to grow up, or longing to be thinner, or have longer hair or more money or live somewhere else or whatever is that it prevents you from enjoying where you are at that moment.<BR/>Its taken me 43 years to realise that. I look at my younger thinner unwrinkled self in photos and I wonder what on earth I was so dissatisfied with at the time!Gweipohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09377349664812948121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-23197087665292605312008-10-12T08:12:00.000+08:002008-10-12T08:12:00.000+08:00Of coure, as you point out Claire, it wasn't that ...Of coure, as you point out Claire, it wasn't that bad (and you were there too, so you know). Compared to many children's lives I had absolutely nothing to complain about. But I was generally unhappy as a child, especially at school, and felt I didn't fit in. I longed to grow up. Feeling sad about the past is partly, for me, about wishing I could reach into the photographs and tell my younger self that there was nothing to worry about. I wasted a lot of time being miserable.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the comment, Gweipo. You definitely do get more understanding as you get older. And you realise that the things that make you feel like a freak when you're a child (our parents, our accents, all the rest) are the things that differentiate you as having an interesting past in later life. I didn't know that at the time, though. Nor that I would be shamelessly exploiting my past for my blog, either.LottiePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-37490743595446214202008-10-11T22:46:00.000+08:002008-10-11T22:46:00.000+08:00That's sad. Don't you feel you become more unders...That's sad. Don't you feel you become more understanding and accepting as you get older?Gweipohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09377349664812948121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-33785194658454153752008-10-11T21:52:00.000+08:002008-10-11T21:52:00.000+08:00Blimey, it wasn't that bad was it? And even if it ...Blimey, it wasn't that bad was it? And even if it was, it's given you a rich seam of anecdotes to mine. Given the choice, what kind of childhood would you have preferred? Or is it childhood in itself that's traumatic?Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11787214538691588685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-81145673943601644932008-10-11T08:42:00.000+08:002008-10-11T08:42:00.000+08:00Thank you, NMJ, and very nice to see you here. Re-...Thank you, <B>NMJ</B>, and very nice to see you here. Re-reading this post, it sounds a bit bleak, not to say melodramatic. But then listen to the music...LottiePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-67267986067923913862008-10-11T03:06:00.000+08:002008-10-11T03:06:00.000+08:00This is a lovely post. You describe Beethoven thro...This is a lovely post. You describe Beethoven through the wall perfectly. Hope you had a happy 40th birthday.nmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477643084619789093noreply@blogger.com