Hieronymus Bosch

The Garden of Earthly Delights

Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights, 1490–1500

Part Eight Chapter 2

A slow upbow of the second violin fills the hall with pent-up power, and then the ensemble feeds the ferocity of Shostakovich’s rage: A percussive attack of monolithic chords underpins a frenzied melodic line. Onward it drives, inexorable, in a headlong rush to—nowhere. I’ve felt it myself, that futile rage. The horrible, impossible news, that morning in Rovinj. Reminisce, dizziness, loneliness! The relentless fortissimo of the dactylic rhythm drives you deeper into yourself. Daddy, your memories drowned when you did, but look how mine have a hold on me: Over The Garden of Earthly Delights I glide my magnifying glass, delighting in the little creatures, making the monsters the heroes of the stories we’d invent.