Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2001 2:21 am
Lately I've been reminded of some analogous cases in those arts in which I can claim more familiarity.
I am reminded particularly, of the esteem in which I have held some creations that have combined an author/composer (usually composer, given my focus)/artist's early work (and its (stereotypical?) freshness)
with the greater possibilities of treatment brought by somewhat later maturity. (In music, one of my own favorite examples is a string quartet, misleadingly numbered his 4th (of 13), by a composer named Miaskovsky, written when he was in Conservatory studying with his friend Prokofiev but later revised and published some twenty or so years later, and showing - positively - signs both of its early origins and of the effort of revision - imhonesto.)
I am set to this overpedantic rambling by the simple line of thought that I rather like these early versions of the Blotto characters, and yet I am not immediately sure their dialogue would necessarily have gone as it does now, when they were initially conceived. Only the author can say for sure, of course. In any event, I've very much enjoyed the last week, for the characterizations on both ends of the temporal/imaginative/anthropomorphic divide...
Pity if the protagonists remember none of this a'morning, as in so many other plots; but I anticipate.
-Eric Schissel
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All nature is dreaming
of a happiness deeper
than can be reached.
I am reminded particularly, of the esteem in which I have held some creations that have combined an author/composer (usually composer, given my focus)/artist's early work (and its (stereotypical?) freshness)
with the greater possibilities of treatment brought by somewhat later maturity. (In music, one of my own favorite examples is a string quartet, misleadingly numbered his 4th (of 13), by a composer named Miaskovsky, written when he was in Conservatory studying with his friend Prokofiev but later revised and published some twenty or so years later, and showing - positively - signs both of its early origins and of the effort of revision - imhonesto.)
I am set to this overpedantic rambling by the simple line of thought that I rather like these early versions of the Blotto characters, and yet I am not immediately sure their dialogue would necessarily have gone as it does now, when they were initially conceived. Only the author can say for sure, of course. In any event, I've very much enjoyed the last week, for the characterizations on both ends of the temporal/imaginative/anthropomorphic divide...
Pity if the protagonists remember none of this a'morning, as in so many other plots; but I anticipate.
-Eric Schissel
---
All nature is dreaming
of a happiness deeper
than can be reached.