Palju Õnne Sünnipäevaks, Mr. Pärt


(that’s, I hope,  “Happy Birthday, Mr. Pärt”, who was born on this day, in 1932)



Für Alina is the music to youth exploring the world and probably the quintessential illustration of Arvo Pärt’s tintinnabuli style.

Tintinnabulation is an area I sometimes wander into when I am searching for answers – in my life, my music, my work. In my dark hours, I have the certain feeling that everything outside this one thing has no meaning. The complex and many-faceted only confuses me, and I must search for unity. What is it, this one thing, and how do I find my way to it? Traces of this perfect thing appear in many guises – and everything that is unimportant falls away. Tintinnabulation is like this. . . . The three notes of a triad are like bells. And that is why I call it tintinnabulation.

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Born Not Made

Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will—whatever we may think. They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures—and the best of them lead us not only outwards in space, but inwards as well. Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection…

Lawrence Durrell — Bitter Lemons

Departures always hurt.

Departures are the unavoidable pain, the secret ingredient which ferments the superior balm.

Departures sound like this.

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