I spent some time on this piece this week. I didn't realize how fast I was playing until I listened to the recording. Hardly an Adagio, it's difficult to "sing" at this tempo, but unfortunately, so is life for me. I've been trying to slow down for the past few decades and haven't yet succeeded. I dream of not rushing one day—while playing Beethoven, while walking to Caltrain, while spending time with my children...
When I think about the frenetic pace of my life, I'm reminded of the time in 2005 when I stepped down from job/career and focused on composing full time. One of the first pieces I wrote, before formally beginning my graduate studies at Stanford, was an orchestral set based on Dante's Purgatorio, which allowed me to explore this theme of life and time. Lacking an orchestra, I used Cubase and "virtual instruments" to create recordings, which didn't seem so awful back then (oh my, was I wrong, so much so that I began to abandon writing orchestral pieces in favor of piano pieces that I could learn and play myself). Here are a couple pieces from that set, including "Calliope Arise" and "Femmina Balba II", which I more or less improvised on a keyboard that was plugged into Cubase to synthesize two cellos.
The Divine Comedy, Purgatorio, I, 1:12
| Per correr miglior acque alza le vele | 1 | To run its course through smoother water |
| omai la navicella del mio ingegno, | 2 | the small bark of my wit now hoists its sail, |
| che lascia dietro a sé mar sì crudele; | 3 | leaving that cruel sea behind. |
| e canterò di quel secondo regno | 4 | Now I shall sing the second kingdom, |
| dove l'umano spirito si purga | 5 | there where the soul of man is cleansed, |
| e di salire al ciel diventa degno. | 6 | made worthy to ascend to heaven. |
| Ma qui la morta poesì resurga, | 7 | Here from the dead let poetry rise up, |
| o sante Muse, poi che vostro sono; | 8 | O sacred Muses, since I am yours. |
| e qui Calïopè alquanto surga, | 9 | Here let Calliope arise |
| seguitando il mio canto con quel suono | 10 | to accompany my song with those same chords |
| di cui le Piche misere sentiro | 11 | Whose force so struck the miserable magpies |
| lo colpo tal, che disperar perdono. | 12 | that, hearing it, they lost all hope of pardon. |
The Divine Comedy, Purgatorio, XIX, 10:14
| Io la mirava; e come 'l sol conforta | 10 | I looked at her, and as the sun revives |
| le fredde membra che la notte aggrava, | 11 | Cold limbs benumbed by night, |
| così lo sguardo mio le facea scorta | 12 | so my gaze gave her a ready tongue |
| la lingua, e poscia tutta la drizzava | 13 | And then in very little time |
| in poco d'ora, e lo smarrito volto, | 14 | straightened her crooked limbs |
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