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A dream from long ago

lamberto coccioli — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:10:19 +0000

It is a glorious afternoon in Rome. The sun bathes the old buildings in a suffused light. Together with my brother I’m climbing a long, narrow marble staircase in an ancient palace. When we arrive at the top, an open door leads us into an elegant apartment overlooking the roofs of the city. There is a black upright piano by the French doors. Swallows dart across the blue sky. Igor Stravinsky is at the piano, waiting for us. We sit next to him and listen, while he tells us about the music he’s writing. Then he plays softly an unusual sequence of chords, thirds in both hands. I am overwhelmed by these sounds. He talks some more, his hands waving in the air. After a while we leave, and the beautiful, pungent harmony is forever etched in my mind.

Beauty is

lamberto coccioli — Tue, 14 Feb 2006 01:49:00 +0000

Unavoidable: the lure of it more pressing the more you read, the more you learn. Age, instead of bringing wisdom and tolerance towards the sprawl of ugliness in our lives, seems to demand sharper, more radical aesthetic judgements; as if, being on an unstoppable rollercoaster towards death, we should desperately and passionately embrace the values of design, proportion, style…

Beauty has to be the answer. Be it the perfect balance of an untouched natural landscape, the truth of a scientific theorem, the simple and elegant design of a website, the untamed grace of a young woman, or the unique intensity of a work of art, this is what we should always strive for.

Night

lamberto coccioli — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 01:39:00 +0000

Another one, and this time in a small hospital room. Instead of the misty Oslo skyline, the whirr of an electric fan and the eerie silence of the ward at two in the morning.