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Meet Amy Lowell, John Keats until Andy Warhol

Written by Nurel JAvissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto

Nikolai Andreyevich Rimsky-Korsakov, another nickname of Nikolay, Nicolai, and Rimsky-Korsakoff (March 18, 1844 – June 21, 1908) Russian composer, one of the five composers of “The Five” or well known “The Mighty Handful” is also a music teacher in the field Western music technique and orchestral harmony. He is prominent in the interest of all fairy tales folklore; based on his expertise to compose orchestra, which it says greatly influenced by his interest. (Http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikolai_Rimsky-Korsakov)

Rimsky-Korsakov, is a greatest colorist in music, is a magician of the orchestra. He knew pathos or lyricism. He doesn’t know a soul; he just knows the five senses. With music he could listen everything to, could show everything. He could make a meaningless theme become very interesting orchestration. The artist from Northern Russia was dreaming of Eastern elegance, the beauty of the sunlight and the color of the southern. He missed the southern countries that is tiny and fully beauty. “Between” is more in Arab than in Russia. The country of fairytale. Nothing else of his interest describes a procession of men, with the beauty orchestra sounds: accompaniment of the king of “the snow princess”, a parade of the “golden rooster.” (Opinion J. Van Ackere, in the book of Musik Abadi (Eternal Music), translated by J. A. Dungga, Gunung Agung Djakarta, n.d, the original book entitle Eeuwige Muziek, published by NV Standaard-Boekhandel, Antwerpen, Belgie)
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Yuja Wang, pianist I knew through facebook, when I was looking for Ravel’s music.

The woman, who played piano since a child, has played Mozart’s creation since she was young.

Over the clink of her fingers full of meaning, I learned to appreciate classical music more lively.

Far to approach the history. Where, the composers gained inspiration from the world of literary.

Nikolay’s lyrics of music, like ten thousand crystal glasses are clashing in the party.

Or waves are crushing in the air, the blue sea with its surge longing.

The odd longing is as level as the light, without reddish passion.

As white as the devotion of angel wings forms a rainbow, by the pressure of matured air.

His orchestra is delicate piercing, clear and glistening derived from the gift of sharp five senses.

Composed the colors of rhythms to lure the view, to be listened up, following the longing.

Always find the instrument to the other hemisphere, melodian acrobatics, the odorous smells spread from the fingers of the poet.

The tones of acceleration are the place of reflection, as if the stiletto does not stop to slash-slice.

Until the pain is a strip of eternity, the heart is dissolved into the discourses of music.

Yuja Wang did not want to breathe a breath, except tracked the highest trees of memory.

To process exit-entry of attained abundance of light, the seconds of taking followed the seal that have been determined to be eternal.

Acceleration of light’ friction burst the colors, restless to charm the eyes and even the ears.

To her, the spirit of feeling admits the fortitude to let down the flowers, the released sheaths are clinking to the blessed end.

I paid attention the lively of Yuja Wang performed Bumble Bee (Rimsky-Korsakov / Cziffra) via You Tube;

as if I read the poem of American poet, Amy Lowell (1874-1925) entitle Awan Malam (Night Cloud):

Mares of the moon, hunting along the space
Beat with a gold starfish on the glass ceiling;
Mares of the moon, all are upright on hind legs
Hit the gate of green porcelain from the ceiling further.
Hover, the horse!
Muster all the power!
Spread star dust to be silky way,
If not, the sun-tiger attacked and you will be perish
With one lick of red tongue.

(From the book World Poetry, Volume II, compiled by M. Taslim Ali, Balai Pustaka, 1953, which in retranslated into English would be more or less like above)

And even the poem chanted early times by the English poet, John Keats (1795-1821):

“Magical window looking into the froth
Comforted sea in a fairytale land of quiet”

Rimsky-Korsakov, exactly is a poet and painter of music; the rhythm of his creation retraces the ancient fairy tale full of the nuance of color.

The nature of eye is given the abundant gift, tapping the past for blossoming flowers of testimony in every era.

On conscientious foresight, capable to hold the breaths of listeners, he thickened the starfish of work.

There is no carelessness, all are set to sail the wing of holy seriousness, the light burst to develop the flower of sensory prosperity.

The glories of Nikolay music is exceed the painter, of era at his next; his achievements exceed Andy Warhol (1928-1987).

This is the cluster of bright word of sounds appealing, raised a feeling of thinking, run the creation, flowing, winding.

As if cast in the eye drops teaser forecaster, a creation destiny can not be repeated.

Sharpening the position of certitude of exist, at the birth and also at the death right in the heart of Period.

http://www.sastra-indonesia.com/2010/04/menyimak-musik-rimsky-korsakoff-melalui-yuja-wang/

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