Watched Amadeus again last night. Riveting, moving, sublime it is. Has always been.Watching it as a teenager I could only appreciate the music, if that. A few years later it was the acting, the description of the music. A few years on and the sense of humour made me laugh and last night the I felt the frustration. Salieri’s frustration. That line at the end where he pronounces himself patron saint of mediocres rung out loud and clear. Here was a man of unquestionable morals, not lacking in hard work or sincerity but still found lacking. A man who knew that the music he was reading, composed by that “creature” Mozart, was the voice of God. A man who could not comprehend why God would choose to speak through such a fiend and not through him – a man who had dedicated his life and talent to serving God. It is a strange frustration. And has a stranger element to it. You see, in life, Salieri had it all. Naam, izzat, shohrat. Everything that Mozart did not have.

But Salieri was no fool and realised that he did not have the gift. In that one thing and one thing alone Salieri explains the conundrum in its totality – it is a curse to know better and not have the ability to be better.

4 thoughts on “

  1. First time here. I so totally relate to this post. If I had written something after seeing this movie many years back, this is the part I would have focused on. I felt for Salieri. The frustration and angst he feels…no where related to that level of competency etc but when I see musicians singing on stage effortlessly I so wish I could do that…in that sense I could totally understand how this man felt looking at Mozart…how blessed Mozart was…
    Enjoyed your post.

  2. Hey Pista,

    Wow….didn't know you have a blog until you commented on mine….
    Great….And didn't know either that you been writing…..
    that's great, too…..

    I have gone thru just your blog about Salieri…,

    Keep it up…..

    Now I will make it a point to check what you have posted…..

    Say hi to your Mom, Dad, and sis…when you talk to them next…


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