Mozart

VISIONARY ART

Herr Mozart Takes Us Farther

"Though you buried me in an unmarked grave I’ll come forward and clear up a few things for the good of humanity. We cornerstones of history are very sensitive to heritage being disregarded in the modern era. Building upon the aesthetic of our lineage we tried to most perfectly translate spirit into the form of the epoch.

My gifted youth was partially due to the fact that in my previous incarnation I was the composer known as Palestrina. I had perfected the art of simple melodic brilliance and had found deep harmony in the spirit. Much has been made in small circles of our transparent similarities.

Your movie Amadeus was indeed entertaining, but much more dramatic than the day to day sufferings of real life that I underwent. Remember to honor your artists while they are alive. They don’t need to wallow in the mud to express their inspiration. They give the society’s soul wings. This is something that Western Civilization is once again desperately missing.

The Facilitator of this message has an interesting idea with the Transcendence World Movement. Following in the footsteps of the Renaissance and the European Enlightenment of which I was a part, the beauty of humanity once again rises above the bounds of misaligned views and conceptual irregularities. The artist becomes leader of culture instead of the politician.

One thing I beseech you to do is take another look at the work of Nannerl my sister. She was simply brilliant! When I would come home after another long night of Piano Concertos, she would be secretly working out her own sweet dreams into realizations. She would praise me and I would say, “Someday you will be seen as the true genius of the family.” There are several of her masterworks that are yet to be discovered.

Our father knew that a woman would not be able to produce as much money as a man, so he chose to ride me like a dog. If I had to do it all again I wouldn’t have deferred so much of my own wishes to Old Leo. The bastard was so full of himself that he never allowed for the freedom of movement I desperately needed. I eventually died of his suffocation. My Requiem was as much for my unreturned love for him (Trombone Solo theme) as it was for my Earth departure (Dies Irae).

Salieri was not quite a maniacal murderer; he was much too mediocre for that. Just imagine an uptight librarian who is terribly troubled if so much as a single book is out of place. Such a man might find some order, but never inspiration.

I still give concerts semi-regularly over here. The Plato Amphitorium is quite a magnificent venue. Beethoven and Haydn brought 1001 young musicians to hear my new work “Symphony of Saint’s Songs”, and I could just barely make out the group amidst the backdrop of souls. The work is a combination Opera and Symphony with Astral tunes used for themes much in the manner folk tunes were used in Nationalistic music of the 1800s.

It has been pleasant to use the mind of the writer to convey a few things I felt unresolved about. Although part of me has reincarnated several times already, part of me has remained ever your Herr Mozart."

-C. Moors