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“The Divine Comedy by Ludwig van Beethoven” Chapter 219

By: Candace Elizabeth Brooks (a.k.a. Ariadne Phoenix Levinson), Uptown Dallas Art Collective Editor in Chief

Chapter 219-

Freedom is supposed to be what I’m writing about:

I have an idea for Chapter about how Mozart is Beethoven’s mother. After playing the clavier, Mozart becomes overwhelmed with nausea to the point that he faints while in the midst of retching over his porcelain chamber pot inside his private bathroom. It is early in the middle of the day when this happens, on a day when he is alone in his apartment, no students, no family. At last, around dusk, he hears a bird calling him to return to consciousness. After 30 years of discipline and self discipline, Amadeus lifts himself up off the tile ground, off the bathroom tiles that are painted with bright yellow sunflowers that are outlined in blue. He searches for his own gray eyes in the mirror, still dizzy. Sometimes, he feels the fear that he will see his father’s stern reflection look back at him one day, or that he will see himself, and be unsatisfied with his work, and see the error in the newly appearing lines on his face, underneath his eyes, for instance, or at the corner of his eyes.

How he loves the clear glassiness of his own cataracts, how he loves the side curl of his full mouth, with his ironic smile. His beautiful skin, white and blushing like the living flesh of birch bark.

His gray wig has become somewhat dishevelled from the day’s heavy practice on the clavier, and it is now matted somewhat from vomiting. He exhales with some desperation to think that he will have to send it out to be cleaned, he sighs with some frustration that he must call the servant in to clean up the mess he just made, that not only must he immediately change out his wig (I heard someone say the word “esophagus” in here) and his clothing, but he will have to send his clothes out to be cleaned.

He puts water on his face, and uses a terry cloth towel to wipe the water off his skin. 

He chooses a new outfit, navy blue, with a texture that looks almost like velvet, but is instead embossed with a pattern that is like a fleur de lis. His shirt beneath his blue vest and petticoat is white, with ruffles at the cuffs of his sleeves and his collar. He wears a white scarf.

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