Saturday, July 4, 2009

My son, chosen and loved


We live in a world where meaning is becoming lost beneath piles of distractions. As our technologies expand, things like a mother's loving advice to her son during a nature walk, expressed in terms of timeless wisdom, are being replaced by physical and emotional distances and electronic diversions. But we are still human, and in our souls will forever be a yearning for nourishment that occasionally, at least, fights through all of the distractions and requests meaningful activity.

"My son, chosen and loved, Let your mother share your wounds"

Thus begins Henryk Gorecki's Symphony of Sorrowful Songs, a timely source of catharsis for today's person. The initial critical response to this symphony was negative, and it focused on Gorecki's break from his previous, avant-garde style. How ultimately fitting.

Naxos Catalogue No. 8.550822