Word: passion
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...TROJAN WOMEN. This masterly revival of the Euripides classic has been directed by Michael Cacoyannis with brooding eloquence, cyclonic passion and cruel inner hurt. Mildred Dunnock, Carrie Nye and Joyce Ebert deserve the compliment of truth-that they are worthy of the playwright...
...like Pro Arta Antarctica, believes Bach must never be played away from the harpsichord and organ. In the artistic center of the interpretive storm are a number of impeccably good pianists who play Bach's music better than it has been played since Mendelssohn resurrected the St. Matthew Passion in 1829. The best of these are Rosalyn Tureck and Glenn Gould...
...Large Things. It was an intrusion of passion that lifted Bach's work above that of hundreds of other North German cantors of his day. Bach was born in Eisenach, a town in the Thuringian forest of Germany, dominated by the medieval castle of the Wartburg, where Luther translated the Bible into German. Orphaned in 1695 when he was only nine, he spent his youth as a choirboy, violinist and organist. By the time he arrived in Weimar in his mid-20s, he was already an outstanding organist, and during his years there he developed into the finest organist...
...right notes at the right time and the instrument plays itself," Bach told his students of the organ, giving a rare expression to the credo of simplicity that makes his music now seem blindingly pure. Through his work there runs a thread of such subtlety and daring, such piety, passion and genius that the musical world stands before it-as Mendelssohn once did-in a "reverie of wonder." The final questions on the interpretation of such music, as Gould, for one, is quick to agree, are better addressed to clergymen than pianists. In an Age of Anxiety, Bach...
...White America, pain is self-contained; in The Trojan Women, grief screams like a woman in childbirth. This Edith Hamilton translation of the Euripides classic has been directed by Michael Cacoyannis with brooding eloquence, cyclonic passion, and such cruel inner hurt that the stoniest playgoer must seek relief in tears. Pain paints the backdrop like a sky of blood. Pain drums the floor boards in the rhythmic open-palmed agony of the bowed women who must become the slaves and bedmates of the conquering Greeks. Pain frantically grips a little boy between his mother's legs before...