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Horowitz plays Chopin Ballade 1 ( The exquisite pianist )

Vladimir Horowitz courtesy of wikipedia

Vladimir Horowitz
courtesy of wikipedia

As a butterfly nourishes itself from one flower to the other,
so does Master pianist Vladimir Horowitz with his talent.

His fingers fly with such delicacy over the notes, it slides
and glides over your soul and smooths the bumps and dents life
has shaped it with.

Not only is his Technique at the level of utmost perfection,
each note is given his undivided attention, place and

His silences fill the room with beauty and are as much a part
of the piece of music he plays, as anything.

But most of all, it is his soul poured unto it that differs
him, that makes him stand out from all the vast crowd of major
talent throughout generations.

That is what makes HIM, the exquisite pianist.

Enjoy it 🙂


Graffiti 2009

Graffiti 2009 ©copyright2013owpp

Graffiti 2009

Hi everyone!
This painting was a whole load of fun and I was quite pleased with its effect, It’s in acrylic paint
What do you think?

Thoreau’s simple life at Walden

As I spoke to you about David Henri Thoreau in a essay, a few posts ago, I thought you might be interested in a short video about his life and aspirations.
It was hard to select one to my taste and I finally settled for what was closest to my idea of what I would have liked to watch as a introduction to his works.
I hope you enjoy it!

Henry David Thoreau sought the simple life in 1845 when he moved to the woods outside Boston to live on Walden Pond. He visit the remains of his home. Original story here:

Will I ever see you again? ” Departure ” 1987 ( French poetry with English translation )

Departures... ©copyright2013owpp


I find it very hard to translate a French poem in another language and have it make sense, nevertheless I hope you will still enjoy


Flew at a glance
Mirage of friendship
A way in extinction
Expression of wisdom
Presage of liberty
A price to pay
Mirage of years
A glance,
Flew by departure



EnvolĂ© d’un regard
Mirage de l’amitiĂ©
Voie en extinction
Expression de sagesse
Liberté au présage
Un prix Ă  payer
Mirage des années
EnvolĂ© d’un dĂ©part

Contact lointain 1987 ( French Poetry with translation in English as ” Distant communication ” )

distant communication ©copyright2013owpp

distant communication


This poem was written in 1987 after I had received the phone call of one of my very close siblings.
The happiness of hearing his voice was such, that those words just, burst forth as a result.

I am going to put the English translation straight in. I hope you will enjoy it.

Distant communication

A phone rings
And the sun shines
In my head resonates
A ” hello ” that chimes

Messenger of life
That sometimes smiles
Messenger of the subsistence
Of the ” bread ” you have baked

The sun of an instant
The phone of a moment
But, still in my head resonates
A ” hello ” that chimes


Contact lointain

Un téléphone sonne
Et le soleil rayonne
Dans ma tĂȘte oĂč rĂ©sonne
Un ” AllĂŽ ” qui carillonne

Messager de la vie
Qui parfois te sourit
Messager de la mie
Du pain que tu as cuit

Le soleil d’un instant
Le tĂ©lĂ©phone d’un moment
Mais dans ma tĂȘte toujours rĂ©sonne
Un ” AllĂŽ ” qui carillonne

Have a beautiful day!

ResumĂ© on Thoreau’s essay ” Walking ” 2010

1860s 1861 Portrait of older Henry David Thoreau, American poet - kopie - kopie

Hi everyone!

Part of my lit. studies included reading ” Walking ” from Henri David Thoreau, Which was hard to read
as it’s heavy philosophy, then write a resumĂ© on it which I’d like to share with you.

I nevertheless was introduced that way, to quality writing and the classics which turned me into a big fan!
I found his chain of thoughts to be so rich, one could read it over and over again without tiring and
experience different emotions every time.
Every line has to be studied. One can, through this essay learn and cultivate the love for words.
It’s intellectually stimulating and challenging.
It’s no wonder it was part of the curriculum, I’m truly glad to have been given this opportunity to
discover such an outstanding writer.

I hope you’ll enjoy it, let me know!


Henry D. Thoreau starts his essay ” Walking ” with the simple wish to be, nature’s advocate, with the
controversial idea that man is alone with it and not part of an entity.

While he’s walking he observes, reflects and ruminates profoundly on many aspect of nature and fundamental
human concerns.

Walking for Thoreau is more than that. It’s an exercise of the brain. It stimulates his intellect. It’s where
he digs out all the material needed for his profession. Walking for him, is what an airplane is for an aviator
or, an arrow for a bushman.

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

It has given him the possibility to produce the most exquisite piece of poetry called ” The Malborough Road. ”
Being confined to an office would’ve never given him that possibility.

Along the essay we find him, broaching a wide range of subjects.
He starts with the actual directions he prefers and why. Southwest or eastward, goes on to the botanists, panoramas
with a detailed geographical description, which he is not presently experiencing but reminiscing.
That’s how we understand his Essay to be ” a walk through his imagination “.

As he goes on, he writes about animals. it is very descriptive and poetical. He glorifies the things others take for
granted. He comes to know along the way, that nature is above all. It’s the kernel, it’s vital for our survival.
We should be blending, melting, into nature and not vice versa. The core is mother nature and we are its servants.

Nature, under his ballpoint ( or more likely, his quill pen in those days 🙂 ) takes another dimension.
One can feel and sense it being practically a religion, so intense it is. One falls in love with nature all over again and would like to immerse oneself in it and find the tranquility and beauty felt in the reading.

The cabin

The cabin

In, what I call, the ninth part ( we’ve been asked to break it up into major parts ) he brings up, literature. One can observe how he
” provokes ” the reader into controversial ideas once again. That is, what makes it his style, his signature.
It forces its readers admiration, for such strong and idealistic views.

There is not a thing, he doesn’t have an opinion on.
Should it be, music which he airs briefly, names which is another amazing piece of this brilliant essay, where he describes
the ” un-importance ” of it, which again is contrary to all received ideas.

Institutions, culture, studies… You name it.
He triggers people’s minds into thinking. He ” stings ” them out of their complacent torpor, with,

I quote:

” Give me a culture which imports much muck from the meadows… ” and further ” I would not have every man nor every part of a man cultivated…”

When he proceeds later on to write about knowledge and ignorance, once more we find him spurring us on, to ideas as ” useful
ignorance ” and ” conceit in knowledge ” then humors us farther with,

I quote:

” I would say to the society for the diffusion of useful knowledge, sometimes, — Go to grass. ”

Laws and obedience seems disdained when he says ” There’s is something SERVILE in the habit of seeking after a law which we may obey. ”
Then, we understand it was intended purposefully when he adds ” Live free, child of the mist — and with respect to knowledge we are
all children of the mist. ”
He then shocks us into ” The man who takes the liberty to live is superior to all laws… ”

Borders and earth are his last two topics where he finishes his essay in total splendor and grandness.
Check for yourselves and let me know!

Till next time!