If the word "almost" was an adjective, I would use it to describe Mahler. Anything he writes, you're almost there, you're almost there, but then he backs away and you never get there.
It's as if you're running for your life and you're almost to the door where you can slam it in your pursuer's face, but you decide your legs hurt, and you stop for a rest and let yourself be killed.
It's as if you're all ready to go skydiving. You're in the plane, and have all your gear on and ready. The door opens, and you chicken out.
It's as if you're about to make it to the top of a 40ft climbing wall, and your arms begin to ache, and you decide to repel at about 38 ft, right before you're about to ring the bell at the top.
Mahler had so many places he could have gone with the music. He kept getting almost there, then instead of arriving, he decided to go somewhere else. It was so indecisive, something I cannot stand, because that is how I am. He was going back and forth between places he wanted to go, but didn't decide what to do until the end of each movement. Mahler needs to make a decision, or someone's going to have to make one for him.
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try climbing to the top of mt. everest in '96, spending 5 minutes at the peak, seeing the earth curve, and getting caught in a storm on the way down and half of your body is frostbitten, and you almost die, and most of your friends do.
ReplyDeletethat sounds like fun actually
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should do that, Mary. But take people you don't like with you, just in case. (Totally kidding, by the way...)
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