With Celibidache, we move from light to shade, a deep shade, dizzying, abyssal ... The attraction of the abyss over us, with its accompanying heavy burdens ... His pangs of mysteries ... If for example against Karajan was tremendously stellar and harmonious, Cantor of Universal light, miraculous Legatos ... we enter with Celibidache in the dimension of a "black hole", disconcerting ... and it is deeply fascinating ... even if it is not brightening and stimulating, revitalizing knew as cultivating his "antonym" Herbert Von ... Celibidache, however, does not "work" and each ear can convey to our thought a transcendent asceticism that may enter our sensitivity, provided it accepts some compromises: break with listening habits, tempis, acceptance of ecstatic, timeless dimension of Music, and sometimes forgetting the metronome indications transmitted by the composer on the score itself ... It remains to determine how far we accept to compromise on the matter ...
How far transcendence of Music, "his" truth "surpasses Does such intentions of the author himself, to thwart his artistic desire" beauty "... creative? Celibidache, in his way, had taken the step ... especially in the face ... BRUCKNER