Extraordinary Canadians Glenn Gould

Extraordinary Canadians Glenn Gould

by Mark Kingwell

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Overview

Glenn Gould, one of the world’s most renowned classical musicians of the twentieth century, was also known as an eccentric genius—solitary, headstrong, a hypochondriac virtuoso. Abandoning stage performances in 1964, Gould concentrated instead on mastering the various media: recordings, radio, television, and print. His sudden death at age fifty stunned the world, but his music and legacy continue to inspire. Philosopher and critic Mark Kingwell regards Gould as a philosopher of music whose ideas about music governed his life. But those ideas were contradictory, mischievous, and deliberately provocative. Instead of a single narrative line to explain the musician, Kingwell adopts a kaleidoscopic approach. Just as Gould played twenty-one “takes” to record the opening aria in the famed 1955 Goldberg Variations, Kingwell offers twenty-one “takes” on Gould’s life. Each version offers a different interpretation of the man, but in each, Kingwell is sensitive to the complex harmonies and dissonances that sounded throughout the life of the great Gould.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780143173052
Publisher: Penguin Canada
Publication date: 09/22/2009
Series: Extraordinary Canadians
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 208
File size: 309 KB

About the Author

Philosopher and critic Mark Kingwell is the author of seven previous books, including the national bestsellers Better Living and The World We Want; also, most recently Catch & Release: Trout Fishing and the Meaning of Life. Currently professor of philosophy at the University of Toronto, he is a contributing editor of Harper's Magazine and a frequent contributor to Queen's Quarterly, Toro, and The Globe and Mail, among others. He has won many awards for his writing, including the 1996 Spitz Prize for political theory and the 2002 National Magazine Award for essays. Nothing for Granted is based on his work as a political columnist for the National Post between 2000 and 2003.

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I remember................. You were there. I walked in, said" Where do I sit?" They laughed, you said"Over here!" They teased, and smirked, but you just said," What jerks." Say, ............................ Dont let 'em bring you down, let them be clowns. But no matter what they say, Dont let it hurt you in anyway. On that day, i knew that we were freinds, best friends. ~Teagan Sorry if you dont like it, it is just special to me.
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You think you know me You think you can mold me into what you want and I cannot say anything I am not your doormat I am me I am strong I am free Nothing can change who I am I am the weed in the sea of flowers I will spread, and you will never get rid of me I am different I take risks Don't pretend I don't see you whispering in the halls I see you when you point at me and laugh And I don't care what you say or what you think So what if I'm not popular? I'm fine at the edge of the crowd Why do you poke fun at others? We're all falling stars We turn into supernovas So bright that we leave scars So bright we're engraved in your mind Forever And all you can do is try to bring us down because we will always shine in our own way I don't care what you do or say We don't care when you poke or laugh You try to bring us down But you're too late. Because I've already Touched The Stars And I'm Never Going Back. Starlight By Songbook22
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Im free, twisting and turning, spinning around and around. I dance.I listen to the music, body moving to the beat, people watch me wondering. I close my eyes the bad fades away. I feel happy, the cuts stop bleeding, and with nothing to do. I dancem
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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The world is never completely<br> still<br> It is in constant motion<br> A heartbeat with the burden of many souls<br> Emotions, thoughts, beliefs-<br> A river of liquid ideas<br> Even if, Even though, you may only be able to add<br> a single drop<br> hope to millions' of years' worth of mixed hate and love,<br> Remember that it is worth it<br> YOU are worth it<br> Even if, Even though,<br> You can only change the river's course by<br> the smallest bit<br> Remember that small bit will decide if the river carves a canyon or waters a meadow<br> This orderly universe,<br> full of choas,<br> consists of a delicate balance<br> of death and<br> life<br> is precious,<br> a small snapshot, a single chance<br> You choose what to do with it<br> Your single drop of water,<br> of light or dark,<br> of evil or good,<br> of love or hate<br> Choose wisely.
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I am flying on<br> Wings of words; escaping my<br> Harsh reality<br> <br> A Haiku by Nyla
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Many hues of orange and pink <br> Mixed with shades of violet and red <br> "Those are pretty," l think, <br> Sitting on the creek's soft bed <br> Watching the gold sun sink <br> Over my head <br> <p> Like it? <br> ~Jay
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Put ideas above me