Music is the only art that addresses our emotions without any intermediary.
Photographs, poems, novels evoke emotions by showing or describing stories or scenes, or by providing a verbal rendition of thoughts which in turn provokes the emotional response. Music does not normally have that kind of content, yet its power to evoke extraordinary feelings – even ones we might never experience otherwise – is unmatched in power and subtlety.
If using words, one will necessarily always miss the real essence of the phenomenon.
Mendelssohn’s admonition in this context goes something like: “Music cannot be described with words — not because music is vague, but because music is more specific than words.”
Pretty hard to get around that one, but that’s not to say that we shouldn’t try!
Am I QUITE SPECIFIC while describing my routine and every day life by posting these pictures?
The most famous, the most celebrated, hermits and recluses are men: Thoreau, of course, but also Christopher McCandless who lived (and died) alone in Alaska, as portrayed in the film Into the Wild (2007); J D Salinger, a recluse after the success of The Catcher in the Rye (1951) until his death in 2010; the polar explorer Richard Byrd, author of the memoir Alone (1938); the American poet Thomas Merton who became a Trappist monk.