Stravinsky's In The Night

The first of Igor Stravinsky's three famous early ballets, The Firebird is the most traditional and derivative. While The Firebird, similar to Petrushka and The Rite Of Spring, is unquestionably one of Stravinsky's masterpieces, if considered strictly historically it can be, with some justice, viewed as warmed-over Rimsky-Korsakov (the device of contrasting a folkloristic, diatonic style representing human characters, with a highly chromatic style reserved for depicting the supernatural had its most conspicuous use in Rimsky's

In the passage by Igor Stravinsky, he uses not only comparison and contrast, but also language to convey his point of view about the conductors of the time and their extreme egotism. Stravinsky believes that conductors exploit the music for their own personal gain, so rather, he looks on them in a negative light.

The drama production that I chose and went to was A little Night Music. This play was held at the Irish Classical Theatre Company, which was located on Main Street in Buffalo. This play was on Friday, October 9th, 2015 at 7:30 pm. This play by Stephen Sondheim interweaves a tangled web of former and current lovers among the upper crust elite of Sweden. A successful lawyer Fredrick Egerman has been married 11 months to an 18 year old virgin named Anne, who his son Henrik has also fallen deeply in love with, but Fredrick 's heart lies with Desiree. Despite Fredrick 's marriage and her own married lover Count Carl-Magnus, she gets her mother to invite the Egermans to her country estate for the weekend. But when Carl-Magnus and his wife Charlotte appear, things then get farcical.

Igor Stravinsky is considered by many the greatest composer of the 20th Century. Several composers have made breakthroughs and great accomplishments in the past 100 years, but Stravinsky has dominated nearly every trend set. He was born near St. Petersburg, Russia in Oranienbaum, on June 17, 1882. He was born to a famous Russian bass opera singer, Fyodor Ignatyevich Stravinsky.

Blake seemed to be trying to console Cassandra while she sobbed. She looked so sad, so hopeless. Becca’s heart ached for her as she could physically feel Cassandra’s pain. Just as Becca made a conscious effort to look at Blake, to try and take in as much about him as she could, the vision vanished leaving her sweating and disheveled on Caleb’s couch. For an instant her panic hit an all-time high thinking Caleb might be watching her.

hold on tightly, and he lurched himself into the air flying clear over the river. He gently set Tabitha down on the soft ground and flew back to get the centaur, but the prince of the shifters turned into a small owl and flew over with them. They began traveling again and decide to set up camp on the outskirts of the forest. They enjoyed telling stories and eating their meals. Tabitha then realized that she was freezing, the closer to the mountain they got the cooler the air became. The chattering of her teeth prevented her from sleeping, and suddenly she was embraced by a huge warm body. She jumped and grabbed her knife at first, but relaxed when she realized the Neart had shifted into a bear to keep her warm. When they woke up they gathered their things and began traveling through the forest. Tabitha became cautious when she kept hearing noises behind them and was on guard as well as the others. Suddenly, a hand reached out of the ground and cut into her ankle making her scream in pain. Neart realized what was happening and cut the arm off of the creature making it give a shrill shriek. “Ghouls,” shouted Neart as they sprang up all around them. Seeing an opening Tabitha ran and the others followed. Soon she could no longer take the pain of being on her leg and collapsed. Neart quickly picked her up and put her on the centaur 's back and shifted into a wolf. Neart and the sphinx stayed to fight the Ghouls, giving Tabitha and the centaur time to escape. Once they cleared the

SUDDENLY Billions of cosmic rocks... Churning soup and dust. One dark purple sphere With a sky like rust. It boiled and foamed,

There was pure white with nothing at all, before a fading darkness started consuming the white and the lion opened his eyes. The shade of the tree blocked the light of the sun, where he rested his head upon the ground. He laid up and thought back with great concentration and pain trying to remember his life, to remember anything at all before it flooded over him in an instant. He remembered the plains of the savanna, his pride, his father, and their leader. In a stinging shock he remembers man, with their instruments of thunder and hail that strike with great sound. He was wondering aimlessly as most cubs do when the thunder of man’s instrument struck. He thinks back about awaking and being unable to move. All he sees is the plain and a

Heavy rain clouds rolled over the city, blocking out the sun and casting eerie shadows across Tom’s room. Moments later, a blue-white flash of lightning split the dark sky, followed by a low rumble of thunder. The impending storm perfectly fit Tom’s melancholy mood, and turning away from the window, he placed the last of his belongings in a small carrier bag and placed it on the bed. The day after his admittance, Penhall had thoughtfully brought in clothing and toiletries, but Tom had stubbornly refused to see his friend, or anyone else, including Fuller. He was not ready to face the barrage of questions he knew they would ask, and because he hadn’t spoken to Booker since his arrival at the hospital, he had no idea

SATURDAY MORNING WAS BRIGHT AND SUNNY and the children were up early eager to practice with their new gifts.

Ebon tossed and turned in his room bed that night. After a playing his flute for a little while, he, Ilene, and Grace went to eat downstairs. The food was delicious. Grace then said she had to get home. Ebon wondered why, but decided it best not to ask her. He and Ilene went back up to their rooms and went to bed.

He awoke with a gasp. Heart pounding in his ears, his eyes darted around the dark room. His breath came in short, rapid pants, his thoughts were fuzzy. Cold sweat beaded on his skin and soaked his tawny hair, making it stick to his forehead. The damp sheets twisted around his legs. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. There was his desk with a small, messy mountain of homework that need to be finished, his closet, and the familiar bare walls. A little light trickled in through gaps of the blackout curtains. With a groan, Leon untangled himself from the sheets and  dropped his head back onto his pillow. He twisted his neck to face the digital clock on the nightstand.

I wake up to screams in the night time. Screams I’ve never heard before in times of war. No no. This was much worse. I hear my friend come in my room and wake me up. “We are under attack. I go outside to see no other than the Trojans themselves attacking us in the ruins of Athens. They had come from Troy. There was havoc as I watch my brothers die by flaming arrows and gruesome impalement. I’ve never seen this before; I scream and pray to the gods to make it stop and I immediately wake up in my adobe quarters and realize it was just a nightmare. It was early in the morning so I decided not to fall back asleep in fear that my fears will come alive once again.

Bailey and I finished breakfast, and cleaned up the dishes and table in silence. I didn’t know what I said to shut him up. Maybe I asked too many questions about that girl and what he was going to do once he found her.

It was weird, but the cats seemed to have understood me as they both began to turn slowly around and sulk away from the school. Heading back towards wherever they had originally come from.