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I. Lento
Henryk Górecki Lyrics


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@hari9886

in the beginning, all that exists is the dark brooding of nihilistic chaos,
the cello harmony introduces the voice of the Divine Father
violas signal the emergence of the human spirit.
the violin crescendo signifies the resilience of that spirit in the face of tragedy.
I think when the cellos go really high, you can hear the father cry for humanity as we press on.

At a certain point (15:00), the human spirit finds peace, stability, and beauty. It lasts for just a short while.
The brooding crescendo at 15:56 reflects the emergence of group ego, and the reintroduction of tragedy through war .


This isn't just a song. It's the story of our existence; an ode to the resilient, tragic beauty of the human spirit.



@andersdemitz-helin1630

I guess this could be what a part of me look like on the inside. Some kind of beauty and the desire directed towards some kind of higher purpose. It could be no other way. It's like a memory that overwhelms me and I realize something I haven't thought or felt in a long time, or more like a place of home on the inside, a place I visited all the time at some, probably young age. Without it, I would feel at least half. I think it holds very many, and often contradictory emotions, not all of them pleasant, why it's so very personal. When it happens with litterature or the other arts it's often more indirect, or intellectual, or includes some sort of surprise when thinking, and then emotions. Music is like smell. A highway to the inner parts of the brain.

As Marcel Proust in 1919 says, in Swann’s Way:

"...when for the first time he had heard the
sonata played. He knew that his memory of the piano falsified still further the perspective in which he saw the music,
that the field open to the musician is not a miserable stave of seven notes, but an immeasurable keyboard (still, almost
all of it, unknown), on which, here and there only, separated by the gross darkness of its unexplored tracts, some few among the millions of keys, keys of tenderness, of passion, of courage, of serenity, which compose it, each one differing from all the rest as one universe differs from another, have been discovered by certain great artists who do us the service, when they awaken in us the emotion corresponding to the theme which they have found, of shewing us what richness, what variety lies hidden, unknown to us, in that great black impenetrable night, discouraging exploration, of our soul, which we have been content to regard as valueless and
waste and void. Vinteuil had been one of those musicians. In his little phrase, albeit it presented to the mind’s eye a clouded surface, there was contained, one felt, a matter so consistent, so explicit, to which the phrase gave so new, so original a force, that those who had once heard it preserved the memory of it in the treasure-chamber of their minds.

Swann would repair to it as to a conception of love and happiness, of which at once he knew as well in what respects it was peculiar as he would know of the Princesse de Clèves, or of René, should either of those titles occur to him. Even when he was not thinking of the little phrase, it existed, latent, in his mind, in the same way as certain other conceptions without material equivalent, such as our notions of light, of sound, of perspective, of bodily desire, the rich possessions wherewith our inner temple is diversified and adorned. Perhaps we shall lose them, perhaps they will be obliterated, if we return to nothing in the dust. But so long
as we are alive, we can no more bring ourselves to a state in which we shall not have known them than we can with
regard to any material object, than we can, for example, doubt the luminosity of a lamp that has just been lighted, in view of the changed aspect ofeverything in the room, from which has vanished even the memory of the darkness."

Agreing with him, that music is magic, and forms soundtracks of our lives.



@Just_awanderingmusician

Synku, synku, synku miły i wybrany
Rozdziel z matką swoje rany
A wszakom cię, synku miły
W swem sercu nosiła
A takież tobie wiernie służyła
A takież tobie wiernie służyła
Przemow k matce
Bych się ucieszyła
Bo już jidziesz ode mnie
Moja nadzieja miła



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@NickCarlozzi

Rest In Peace, Henryk. Humanity is lucky to have you.

@WandamianCrucifixplate

My estranged father passed away and a few days after I was sitting in the dark in the tub of my bathroom listening to this piece and weeping. This movement encapsulates loss better than any other piece of music I have ever heard in my entire life up to this point. I can't say how much I appreciate that something like this exists for me to experience alongside life itself. Sometimes feelings are hard to put into words but a masterpiece like this really doesn't need words to be understood.

@robertbridges1770

yes

@yootha12

the film "FEARLESS" BOUGHT ME here.

@Vesnicie

Dear God, guide my steps in the new year, lead me away from the enveloping darkness and into your light. Amen.

@nikolauswilliams3124

Amen

@smokeyeyefanatic

Amen 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

@littlecooker3325

De très loin le plus beau morceau et la plus belle interprétation que j’ai écouté

@scottsorg1441

Heard this sad, mournful symphony 30 years ago and then today. Best Father's Day gift ever.

@evelic

Just had a psilocybe experience with this piece of music. I don´t have the words right now to describe how beautiful this is.

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