Essay About German Alle Menschen And Onslaught Of Euphony

Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony
Essay title: Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony
It has been called the greatest audio entity one
could ever listen to; a song which can pierce the soul of
even the most dedicated music-hater: Beethoven’s Ninth
Symphony. Not only has it been designated thus; also, as
one of the few truly divinely inspired works, one which most
men can only marvel at, as they wallow in their appropriate
humility. These creations, however, are definitely not the
only aspects of entities beyond the scopes of men; there are
far more examples, which are seen every day, but often
overlooked.
I was walking outside, with this song echoing in the
recesses of my mind, on a dismal, overcast day in the
Autumnal quarter, a day when where the streets blended with
the atmosphere, when one could hardly look up without
feeling the singe of the wind against one’s face. To me,
these days have always conjured up images of some distant,
looming storm, some silent tempest which, if not otherwise
distracted will soon wreak mayhem and disaster on my
environs.
This day had an intense air about it, as do others
of its ilk. This is most likely the fault of the storm
under which it is shadowed, as though it and its inhabitants
are uneasy and harrowed about the imminent predator waiting
overhead to pounce.
As the sky overhead swam with deeper and deeper
shades of gray and hopeless black, the song in my mind was
reaching some vocal crescendo in the fourth movement, a
better foreteller of the gale I could not imagine. While
the winds bullied and tormented the defenseless
neighborhood, I started for my house.
Unexpectedly, as the crescendo was losing speed, a
quiet, pacific violin entered the musical fray in my brain,
and the entire mood of the symphony mellowed, the winds
themselves pacified, seemingly under Ludwig’s fickle
dominion. Thinking the storm had passed, I continued
blissfully onward to the meadows which were my destination.
Again I was assaulted, this time by a different part
of the symphony; not too long after the first chorale. This
was the startling and almost fearful, but still uplifting,
part in which the female and male vocals collided like two
huge tidal waves with the power to splinter a fleet of ships
with the German Alle Menschen repeated several times. Upon
this onslaught of euphony, I turned from whatever I might
have been thinking before, and looked at some violently
twisting and rising leaves and other debris, and gazed at
the playful heavens, again ominous.
Annoyed with Beethoven and the cruel elements, I
stood there, unmoving; indecisive, not knowing whether to
turn around or pursue my present course, I felt the excited
chorale still striking some unknown and inexplicable fear
within me, as though some divine creature were about to
strike me down in some vehemence which lies well beyond the
realms of verbal description. So, as the chorus continued
repeating its faithful mantra, the winds again rose up
stronger than before,