Sasquatch Journal

[iamnotafraid]

Sasquatch Journal

this book belong to me

sasquatch pretty much keep to self in woods

sasquatch 97 years old

sasquatch like sticks, like to smash

sasquatch has one friend, owl is sasquatch friend
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man think funny to mess with top of sasquath's salt
shaker before me shake on food, me chase man with
big stick, man run away, man not think funny anymore
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me have wonderful dream yesterday
me catch hiker who make me smash
cream in face after nap
me dream me break hiker in two, then
me wake up with hand in pot of warm
water covered in own pee

me not happy

[David]

"As soon as he was quiet, he wrinkled his brow & took on a sinister appearance, so that one could easily become afraid of him if one did not know that such an exalted artist's soul must be fundamentally good."

-- Dr. Karl von Bursy, on his visit to Beethoven, 1 June 1816


"The English, he said, were an honourable people, who knew not only how to value art, but how to reward it and, furthermore, had instituted freedom of speech & writing, even in opposition to the King & the most powerful ministers of state, tolerating neither censors nor tax-collectors."

-- from a letter of Wilhelm Christian Mueller, 26 Oct 1820


"I was about eleven years old when my respected teacher Czerny took me to see Beethoven. Already a long time before, he had told Beethoven about me & asked him to give me a hearing some day. However, Beethoven had such an aversion to infant prodigies that he persistently refused to see me. At last Czerny, indefatigable, persuaded him, so that, impatiently, he said: 'Well, bring the rascal to me, in God's name!' ... For a time he scrutinized us grimly, exchanged a few hurried words with Czerny & remained silent when my good teacher called me to the piano. The first thing I played was a short piece by Ries. When I had finished, Beethoven asked me whether I could play a fugue by Bach. I chose the Fugue in C minor from the Well-Tempered Clavichord. 'Could you also transpose this fugue at once into another key?' Fortunately, I could. After the final chord, I looked up. The Master's darkly glowing gaze was fixed upon me penetratingly. Yet suddenly a benevolent smile broke up his gloomy features, Beethoven came quite close, bent over me, laid his hand on my head & repeatedly stroked my hair. 'Devil of a fellow!' he whispered, 'such a young rascal!' I suddenly plucked up courage. 'May I play something of yours now?' I asked cheekily. Beethoven nodded with a smile. I played the first movement of the C major Concerto. When I had ended, Beethoven seized both my hands, kissed me on the forehead & said gently: 'Off with you! You're a happy fellow, for you'll give happiness & joy to many other people. There is nothing better or greater than that!' This event in my life has remained my greatest pride, the palladium for my whole artistic career. I speak of it only very rarely & only to my intimate friends."

-- Franz Liszt's account of his visit to Beethoven

[iamnotafraid]

Originally Posted by David

"As soon as he was quiet, he wrinkled his brow & took on a sinister appearance, so that one could easily become afraid of him if one did not know that such an exalted artist's soul must be fundamentally good."

-- Dr. Karl von Bursy, on his visit to Beethoven, 1 June 1816


"The English, he said, were an honourable people, who knew not only how to value art, but how to reward it and, furthermore, had instituted freedom of speech & writing, even in opposition to the King & the most powerful ministers of state, tolerating neither censors nor tax-collectors."

-- from a letter of Wilhelm Christian Mueller, 26 Oct 1820


"I was about eleven years old when my respected teacher Czerny took me to see Beethoven. Already a long time before, he had told Beethoven about me & asked him to give me a hearing some day. However, Beethoven had such an aversion to infant prodigies that he persistently refused to see me. At last Czerny, indefatigable, persuaded him, so that, impatiently, he said: 'Well, bring the rascal to me, in God's name!' ... For a time he scrutinized us grimly, exchanged a few hurried words with Czerny & remained silent when my good teacher called me to the piano. The first thing I played was a short piece by Ries. When I had finished, Beethoven asked me whether I could play a fugue by Bach. I chose the Fugue in C minor from the Well-Tempered Clavichord. 'Could you also transpose this fugue at once into another key?' Fortunately, I could. After the final chord, I looked up. The Master's darkly glowing gaze was fixed upon me penetratingly. Yet suddenly a benevolent smile broke up his gloomy features, Beethoven came quite close, bent over me, laid his hand on my head & repeatedly stroked my hair. 'Devil of a fellow!' he whispered, 'such a young rascal!' I suddenly plucked up courage. 'May I play something of yours now?' I asked cheekily. Beethoven nodded with a smile. I played the first movement of the C major Concerto. When I had ended, Beethoven seized both my hands, kissed me on the forehead & said gently: 'Off with you! You're a happy fellow, for you'll give happiness & joy to many other people. There is nothing better or greater than that!' This event in my life has remained my greatest pride, the palladium for my whole artistic career. I speak of it only very rarely & only to my intimate friends."

-- Franz Liszt's account of his visit to Beethoven

If I may,

I'm the exalted artist, and my soul is fundamentally good.
And honourable people not only value my art, they reward it.
And I am the young prodigy, and David is Beethoven.
And David in his genious and appreciation for my art, not only
understands it, but encourages it all the more.

[Ghost_Tracker]

Sasquatch Journal Update:

Man name is "Mulder." He follow me all day.
Then go home and watch me on tv.
He like girl named "Scully."
He need to get life. . . . .

[iamnotafraid]

why no love for sasquatch?