European culture has ties of redundancy that would be more in Sparta and Athens in something make it Athens. Both classical rigor and baroque excess have also been, in its way, an area of civilization against barbarism shored. In recent decades, despite living in the society of waste, we have not been entirely foreign to highlights of a great story, even when he denied postmodernity.
Back in March 1948, François Mauriac writes that just listening to French radio on Mozart's Idomeneo sung in Italian and broadcast from Cambridge. Those were the days of the coup in Prague, which ended the communist take over half of Europe: first, Hungary, Bulgaria, Romania and Poland, then Czechoslovakia.
Masaryk had died: Europe wondered whether it was suicide or if the Communists had been thrown out the window. In times of such gravity tragic and distressing, there was Mauriac, listening to Mozart on the radio, in the line of resistance to oppression and the side of civilized nobility.
Listened to the beating heart of Europe, suspended from the masterpiece as the swarm depends on the branch. Now one wonders how many opportunities are we wasting the much-needed moment would widen the margins of civilization. If we listen to Mozart often without realizing or acknowledging that order which is gold that has resisted all the erosion because it was conceived as a fragment of eternity.
Mozart, banned in Afghanistan under the Taliban. The Catholic Mauriac, banned in the world of Islamic fundamentalism. Responsible freedom, coerced into the territories of obscurantism. Stirred a world in which authoritarian capitalism take shape and maintains their positions Islamic fundamentalism.
There is no greater threat to open societies. On the other hand, the cultural contradictions of capitalism, at a different pace and in another dimension, partly shrink those margins of civilization where the collision occurred continuously between the ways of being and nothingness. Once again the heart of Europe beats hanging from a masterpiece like the swarm of the branch.
In 1948, as Mauriac lived the nightmare horror of Hitler that Soviet Russia condemned to relive those days, the West did not let another election between the unit and death. In a manner perhaps more innocuous and less tragic, are not we wasting the virtues of being so alone unit pending the necessary improvement of its benefits? This week Helmut Kohl has surfaced publicly, by reason of an act of homage, in a wheelchair, frail and diminished by contrast with his former bulk.
When Mauriac sought hope in the beauty of Mozart, in 1948, who was to become chancellor of the Federal Republic and of the reunified Germany was a 18 year old. Earlier in the improper appointment of Potsdam, Stalin had said: "I am very difficult to express what is to be understood now by Germany.
It is a country without government, fixed boundaries, because our troops do not set boundaries. Germany has no troops, not even border troops, has been divided into zones of occupation. Define what you now Germany. It is a shattered country. " At any moment would come the Berlin blockade and the wall of shame.
The young Kohl went cold and hungry. He returned to schooling that the war had interrupted. The rebirth of German industry appeared to be impossible, and further Franco-German understanding, the reunification of Germany and the European integration process. I recalled the old Kohl this week, his voice weakened by his long pains.
He insisted once again that European integration is an unusual contribution to stability and economic growth. And that Germany should be present in the pulse of Europe. Came very story at this stage of tension and uncertainty for the eurozone. For one young German who still appreciates the clothing packages arriving from the United States, Europe remains a great story.
Against all omens, Potsdam ended up being a new beginning and not a disappearance. To wit malicious Mauriac attributed that statement to have much regard for Germany would have preferred two. But in the black night of 1948 was listening to the genius of Mozart and supporting the unity of Europe face extinction.
With a peculiar lucidity in full historical collapse, Mauriac goes beyond insisting that he forgot then that Islam, for centuries, was at the gates of Europe as it was at that time the Stalinist Marxism. Then or now there are no guarantees for the margins of civilization. Slow build up self-destruction process, loss of will to be outside siege, neutralization unconscious.
The worst may be to assume that everything is done. Is better understood as Mozart: restart, working on new sheet music to the musicians sit down and the curtain rises. 
Back in March 1948, François Mauriac writes that just listening to French radio on Mozart's Idomeneo sung in Italian and broadcast from Cambridge. Those were the days of the coup in Prague, which ended the communist take over half of Europe: first, Hungary, Bulgaria, Romania and Poland, then Czechoslovakia.
Masaryk had died: Europe wondered whether it was suicide or if the Communists had been thrown out the window. In times of such gravity tragic and distressing, there was Mauriac, listening to Mozart on the radio, in the line of resistance to oppression and the side of civilized nobility.
Listened to the beating heart of Europe, suspended from the masterpiece as the swarm depends on the branch. Now one wonders how many opportunities are we wasting the much-needed moment would widen the margins of civilization. If we listen to Mozart often without realizing or acknowledging that order which is gold that has resisted all the erosion because it was conceived as a fragment of eternity.
Mozart, banned in Afghanistan under the Taliban. The Catholic Mauriac, banned in the world of Islamic fundamentalism. Responsible freedom, coerced into the territories of obscurantism. Stirred a world in which authoritarian capitalism take shape and maintains their positions Islamic fundamentalism.
There is no greater threat to open societies. On the other hand, the cultural contradictions of capitalism, at a different pace and in another dimension, partly shrink those margins of civilization where the collision occurred continuously between the ways of being and nothingness. Once again the heart of Europe beats hanging from a masterpiece like the swarm of the branch.
In 1948, as Mauriac lived the nightmare horror of Hitler that Soviet Russia condemned to relive those days, the West did not let another election between the unit and death. In a manner perhaps more innocuous and less tragic, are not we wasting the virtues of being so alone unit pending the necessary improvement of its benefits? This week Helmut Kohl has surfaced publicly, by reason of an act of homage, in a wheelchair, frail and diminished by contrast with his former bulk.
When Mauriac sought hope in the beauty of Mozart, in 1948, who was to become chancellor of the Federal Republic and of the reunified Germany was a 18 year old. Earlier in the improper appointment of Potsdam, Stalin had said: "I am very difficult to express what is to be understood now by Germany.
It is a country without government, fixed boundaries, because our troops do not set boundaries. Germany has no troops, not even border troops, has been divided into zones of occupation. Define what you now Germany. It is a shattered country. " At any moment would come the Berlin blockade and the wall of shame.
The young Kohl went cold and hungry. He returned to schooling that the war had interrupted. The rebirth of German industry appeared to be impossible, and further Franco-German understanding, the reunification of Germany and the European integration process. I recalled the old Kohl this week, his voice weakened by his long pains.
He insisted once again that European integration is an unusual contribution to stability and economic growth. And that Germany should be present in the pulse of Europe. Came very story at this stage of tension and uncertainty for the eurozone. For one young German who still appreciates the clothing packages arriving from the United States, Europe remains a great story.
Against all omens, Potsdam ended up being a new beginning and not a disappearance. To wit malicious Mauriac attributed that statement to have much regard for Germany would have preferred two. But in the black night of 1948 was listening to the genius of Mozart and supporting the unity of Europe face extinction.
With a peculiar lucidity in full historical collapse, Mauriac goes beyond insisting that he forgot then that Islam, for centuries, was at the gates of Europe as it was at that time the Stalinist Marxism. Then or now there are no guarantees for the margins of civilization. Slow build up self-destruction process, loss of will to be outside siege, neutralization unconscious.
The worst may be to assume that everything is done. Is better understood as Mozart: restart, working on new sheet music to the musicians sit down and the curtain rises.
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