I don't know why I remembered the Hungarian composer Gustav Szathmáry last week.
Sometime ago, I encountered his work at an exhibition in Bremen, Germany. Four years ago? Five? Something like that.
I remember at the
time being fascinated by his work, and reminded myself constantly that I would look into his life and work at some later date. For some reason, when the thought occurred to me to examine his work, I was never at a computer or a library. Szathmáry would wander into my thoughts at the least convenient times.
But last week, after years of forgetting Gustav Szathmáry, I remembered him while at a computer. So I looked him up. I found this - please let it play while you read this:
GUSTAV SZATHMARY
2 comments:
exhuming never existing lovers and composers what a noble task...
Ah, the pointless snark of the anonymous commenter, how I've missed you!
The nobility of my post here is only enhanced by your speaking truth to power! You sir, or madam, are the noble one!
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