“device-Forever yours / Forever mine / Forever us” – Always fahriger the lettering will be to these final words, and what should perhaps be the final exclamation mark to the rotating Arabesque. The post is already waiting in the car, you must be scribbles the last sentences under extreme time pressure to? You think you feel a desperate distress in the, what is there at 7. In July 1812, but then not sent (or returned to the sender shipped) was written: Ludwig van Beethoven’s ten-sided letter to the “immortal beloved”, since its discovery in the estate of the composer, the subject of thick academic discussions and artistic post-processing. Now you can come to him in Berlin, so close like never before: in addition to the “translated” facsimile of the letter of four pages in the Original are to be seen.
visitors of exhibitions featuring historical documents are used: the around, gliding in the dim half-light, which lowers involuntarily, the voice, as in the crypt of a medieval Cathedral. What is appropriate in the Corona times, and in the Berlin state library, the to 250. Birthday of the artist for not much more than 110 carefully counted the hours, a number of their Beethoven manuscripts from the vault a safe night to light, is intensified: interested parties must register in advance online, and in about four weeks, distributed time window to classify. To ensure access for those who have done it for free.
The anxiety of impermanence
As in the well-tempered dawn is an almost mystical, secret society of mood. You come here to the Life testimonies of the composers and the time associated with the documents – print editions, and program notes, for example, everything carefully, but not dissipated close to commented – in a way that you may well select feel. Because of that, for example, those Verzweiflungs-love letter of 1812 can really only exceptionally, in the Public papers in the case of direct confrontation with the fragile, angegilbten Paper and faded pencil-writing immediately. And it just hurts and history are also All wounds of the sometimes Ring in despair and non-rounded many of the documents that go one here, almost physically close: marginal glosses, which the Überbeschäftigte scribbles as a temporary To-do lists in the margins of the page; the volcanic, desolate, to the stars image into the driving end of string holes or those that Beethoven’s angry Radierkorrekturen in the manuscript of the piano Sonata op. 111 torn have.
