Couple of days ago when I was walking through the streets of Soho I stabled across something I have never seen before. Just to assure you, to say that you haven’t seen something “like that” in New York City is almost impossible.

Knowing the story of Dangerous Liaisons, and reading about Muller’s Quartett, I was ready to encounter this what seemed incredible experience.
As it turned out, the Quartett was more than I expected. Starting with the theater itself, BAM Harvey Theater, a place so rough and empty. The walls half painted, half bricked. Just by entering the mezzanine, one had the impression of being teleported into a different world. And it was just the begging of the journey.

Going to the poetry readying at Macaulay, made me realize that poetry readings are more than just reading out a poem. We were presented to 4 different writers; each had their own writing style, each had their own way to present it. What I found interesting that the way we present a poem has to reflect what the poem is about. When the writing reflects grief it cannot be read loudly with a happy intonation. Contrary it has to be presented slowly, with respect to writer’s intention.

Since I went to see this exhibit at the French Institute: Alliance Franciase, I have been asking myself if it is possible that billboards and magazines of our days will in the future become a artwork in itself.

“Ancient Path Modern Voices” is a festival celebrating Chinese culture organized by Carnegie Hall. Attending it was an experience that changed my perspective on the classical music. I, who am not very fond of traditional music, because as I am not musically educated I do not understand it, liked it. To me, as the music does not have lyrics and most of the time is somewhat slow, it resembles a noise rather than a song. At the same time an oeuvre is not a song but a symphony.