"John Kessel - Buffalo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kessel John)

raucous solo. The clarinet follows, wailing. The music is
full of pain and longing--but pain controlled, ordered,
mastered. Longing unfulfilled, but not overpowering.

As I write this, it plays on my stereo. If anyone has a
right to bitterness at thwarted dreams, a black man in 1934
had that right. That such men can, in such conditions, make
this music opens a world of possibilities.

Through the music speaks a truth about art that Wells
does not understand, but that I hope to: that art doesn't
have to deliver a message in order to say something
important. That art isn't always a means to an end but
sometimes an end in itself. That art may not be able to
change the world, but it can still change the moment.

Through the music speaks a truth about life that Kessel,
sixteen years before my birth, doesn't understand, but that
I hope to: that life constrained is not life wasted. That
despite unfulfilled dreams, peace is possible.

Listening, Wells feels that peace steal over his soul.
Kessel feels it too.

And so they wait, poised, calm, before they move on into
their respective futures, into our own present. Into the
world of limitation and loss. Into Buffalo.

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