Ludwig van Beethoven
raised music to summit of art with heart’s rhythm interwoven.
Despite failed romance and stressful hearing affliction
composed mesmeric melody of dexterous perfection.
Ludwig van Beethoven
raised music to realm of art with heart’s rhythm interwoven.
Despite failed romance and stressful hearing affliction
composed fervent music of dexterous perfection.
This he said
As he set his sails
After a life well-lived:
“Friends applaud, the comedy is over.”
Life is indeed a comedy
We stumble on stage with unsure steps
Forgetting lines, forgetting reasons
Yet our friends, the audience of our hearts,
Smile at each misstep
As if every flaw belonged to the script.
They gather in the glow of laughter
Not to judge, but to share the moment
Their eyes remind us softly
That worry has no place here.
Choose your crowd wisely
For quality friends
Are the true measure of a quality life.
Melodic ingenuity of Ludwig van Beethoven
raised music to the realm of art, cadence woven.
A piano virtuoso, he turned into a composer unique,
initiated the romantic era in coexistent classical music.
He infused momentum in symphony,
sonorous in the ninth with harmony.
A few love affairs he had,
but remained bachelor sad,
lived amidst failed romance in agony.
A romantic, he had a strong personality,
struggled heroically with deafness silently.
Despite affliction caused by leaded wine addiction,
composed transcendent music of designed perfection.
Free market economist, Ludwig Von Mises
Ably pinpointed economic diseases.
Yet, when we’re told the feds fixed the great depression,
Ludwig knew it was caused by fed intervention.
Ludwig van Beethoven raised music to the plane of art
The power of his composition conveyed the cadence of heart
Fused vocal and instrumental melodies in Ninth Symphony unique
Struggled heroically with deafness though life turned silently bleak.
'Degenerate ' Kirchner had no place to hide
closed his life in suicide
There in Switzerland ,in exile
it seemed his art *was unsuited to Nazi style
*https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/ernst-ludwig-kirchner-1414
E L Kirchner,of Franconia,(Germany) not France
said artist painted not things,but their appearance
His street ladies-thin,elongated sans guile
all so serious,none with a smile
Ludwig Leichart
This perplexing country,
(such an under statement),
where rivers run upside down,
marbles are strewn by the Devil
and Songlines
etched in memory are
sung by those few who know.
Seeking Victoria,
the blazed trees could not help,
the Prussian collapsed, looking at the blue.
Initialled stunted trees showed the way,
signposts to oblivion,
while the heat,
always the heat,
in a furnace of shadeless infinity
dessicates his body.
What use the blaze?
He cannot walk or crawl,
only a palanquin borne by flies,
Oh the flies,
will carry him there
until their wings melt.
He came from the south
humming tunes from a Baroque choir
to reach the Arafura sea,
where Cornish stone -masons build chimneys
to ward of the chill (sarcastic laugh).
and a Tamarind tree guards the entrance.
The red coated soldiers have left
And he, Ludwig had vanished.
A fanfare blasts, .
Is that an angel holding Brown’s hand
up there on top of a nunatak of the desert,
the quavers and semi-quavers merging
in an anthem of despair?
Ludwig ii
A Bavarian King with no bone bad
A Bavarian King introverted not mad
A king who lived life by night
A king who stayed out of sight
The Swan king was his given name
from Bavarian bloodstock he came Maximilians Death took away his youth
On throne pomp splendoured and couth
Peer pressure never kneel
Twas Opera Ludwig did feel
Richard Wagner was his one true love
Ludwig fitted Wagner hand in glove
A queen, A queen the Bavarians did wish
Lovestruck Elsa dry eyes diminish
Conformity died during Ludwigs reign
His sexuality showed no shame
Lake Starnberg scene of demise
Mystery death .Murder or boat capsize
The King ,The King long live the King
Life lived how he chose leaving no offspring
thank you
(Almost a Shakespearean sonnet :) )
The Second Law of Thermodynamics
Explained in terms of probability
And at a time with scientists frantic,
Statistically reprocessed entropy
H-Theorem, Boltzmann T-Equations born
Statistical Mechanics founded, too.
Connections with across divisions formed
A new branch of physics because of you.
And yet they criticized you for your works-
Demoralized to the point of suicide
You gave a whole section of science birth;
You’re more than favorable in our eyes…
Today you help design our vehicles!
Your contributions are unbelievable!
On Thursday March 29, 1827
Vienna Salzburg
It wasn’t a happy day for Christoph
Ludwig Van Beethoven
Three O’clock Afternoon nine Priests blessed the coffin
September 1822
Dear Uncle a mad man has moved upstairs into Apartment
Beethoven
Dear Christoph Mr. Beethoven will settle soon
Another week has passed life is no calmer
Beethoven no clothes, rude, and weird
He’s ruined Fathers office.
But I still forgive him.
Ludwig & Vincent...
‘They said that you were mad, Vincent’, whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent.
‘I still am, quite insane’, replied Vincent, ‘but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear’.
‘I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am’, Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent.
‘just look at them now’, Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, ‘look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights’.
‘yes’, smiled Ludwig, ‘look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear’.
‘Yes, dear Ludwig’, Vincent sighed, ‘they do not care enough to hear’.
Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.
Bavarian King Ludwig was mad.
He did something that was inherently bad.
Behind his castle, there was a great big lake.
Into that water, a one-way dip Ludwig would take.
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