#dusseking

[lesser-known-composers]

Jan Ladislav Dussek (1760-1812) - La Mort de Marie Antoinette, Op. 23 (1793)

Jean-Michel Forest, narrator & Andreas Staier, fortepiano

[zegalba]

Eduard Adrian Dussek: Märchen (1931)

[gasparodasalo]

Franz Xaver Dussek (1731-99) - Symphony in G-Major, Altner G4, I. Allegro. Performed by Aapo Häkkinen/Helsinki Baroque Orchestra on period instruments.

[mykristeva]

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[nerobearodoodles]

old sketchbook pages that kind helped me define my most recent wave of sketching

[bottegapowerpoint]

Eduard Adrian Dussek, Scene in the Boudoir

[churchofsatannews]

Vox Satanae - Episode #569: 15th-20th Centuries - Week of August 21, 2023

Vox Satanae – Episode #569 15th-20th Centuries We hear works by Loyset Compère, Gioseffo Zarlino, Gregorio Allegri, Johann Pachelbel, Michel Blavet, Jan Ladislav Dussek, William Sterndale Bennett, Eric Coates, and High Priest Peter H. Gilmore. 140 Minutes – Week of August 21, 2023 Stream Vox Satanae Episode 569. Download Vox Satanae Episode 569.

[debrink]

Der Neusiedlersee

Das meer der Wiener

~ Eduard Adrian Dussek (Hungarian, 1871-1930), circa 1923

[mulherama]

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Como plantar batata-doce em vaso de forma fácil

Aprenda como plantar batata-doce em vaso e garanta que vai sempre ter o tubérculo em casa para consumir!

Se você ama comer batata-doce e desfrutar de todos os benefícios que esse tubérculo pode oferecer para a sua saúde e a sua dieta , e quer aprender como plantar a batata-doce em vaso, fica com a gente! Pode parecer complexo, mas é totalmente possível seguir essas dicas simples e que podem ajudar você a produzir a sua própria batata-doce.

Altamente nutritivo e benéfico para a saúde , a batata-doce é um daqueles alimentos dos quais ter uma plantação própria pode ser extremamente beneficial! Se engana quem pensa que é difícil e inacessível plantar batata-doce em vaso, fique conosco para aprender como fazer isso.

Saiba dicas essenciais para você plantar a batata-doce.

1. Deixe os tubérculos apoiados em palitos até que eles criem raízes

Para facilitar o processo, apoie os tubérculos em palitos ou em superfícies suspensas e deixe ele criar raízes, para então transferir para um vaso.

2. Escolha o vaso ideal e prepare o substrato

Opte por um vaso grande o suficiente para acomodar as raízes da batata-doce, de 30 a 40 cm de profundidade e utilize um substrato bem drenado e rico em matéria orgânica.

3. A temperatura importa

As batatas-doces preferem temperaturas mais quentes. São plantas tropicais sensíveis ao frio. Para que este tubérculo se desenvolva da melhor forma, é necessário que a temperatura média entre 24 e 35 °C.

4. A luz é essencial

A batata-doce precisa de pelo menos 2 a 4 horas de luz solar direta para se desenvolver, portanto, escolha um local adequado.

5. Rega adequada

Aplique água à planta a cada 2-4 dias, adaptando a rega conforme o clima e a umidade do solo. Evite que o substrato fique completamente seco, mas lembre-se de não exagerar na rega

[lesser-known-composers]

Jan Ladislav Dussek (1760-1812)

[discosdaantiga]

Eduardo Dusek

Olhar Brasileiro

1981

[supercantaloupe]

it was a piano concerto by johann nepomuk hummel. i don't recognize it by ear but it sounds Extremely early 19th century classical, and the announcer's hint was that he's a contemporary of and knew mozart, salient, haydn, and beethoven. narrowed things down there. plus this station has played hummel before so i knew that was in their library

extremely smug rn <- correctly guessed the obscure composer in the radio's "guess the composer" challenge this morning

[jomiddlemarch]

And tears are heard within the harp I touch

“You play, Miss O’Hara?” Lord Campbell-Black said from the threshold of the music-room, a chamber Mama had insisted in decorated in pale green as it set off her hair. She refused to wear a lace-trimmed cap when they were at home at the Priory, though Agatha knew the other ladies of the parish frowned over it. Lady Elizabeth, the daughter of a marquess who’d married beneath her station when she wed Viscount Vereker, had spoken of it, most gently, most politely, but Agatha knew there was nothing to be done. Mama would have her own way and Papa wouldn’t hear a word against her. Prinny had granted him the title himself for his various victories against the French navy, but at the Priory, it was Mama who was lord and master and Agatha thought even Napoleon would quake in the face of her ire.

It was Mama who had decided on the pale green, the cherubs clustered in the molding, the great gilt harp set between the windows, for the light, darling little fool, it’s most flattering.

“A little, sir,” Agatha replied. It was best to say least, she’d found. She’d gotten herself into trouble when she said more and there was no one who promised more trouble than Lord Campbell-Black, whom everyone in the Ton knew to be the greatest rake of his generation. It was said he had a dozen pair of boots from Hoby and had fired a dozen valets for their inability to tie his cravat as he liked.

It was whispered among the unmarried girls making their come-out, that he’d ruined over a dozen gentlewomen, and one had even become a nun.

“I should like to hear what a little sounds like,” he said. He looked the very devil, his eyes dark, his shoulders broad, his fashionable clothes not disguising in the least his form, the dangerous, powerful grace of his every gesture. It was said he only loved his hounds and his stallion Havoc and his old nanny. She ought to find some polite way to excuse herself, to explain she was wanted elsewhere, and she found she couldn’t and wouldn’t and didn’t want to.

She played, from memory, her favorite works, Burns and Dussek, Parry and Bach. Her fingers flew across the strings, the melodies so evocative she forgot herself, forgot demonically handsome Lord Campbell-Black, forgot Mama’s cutting remarks about what a muddle-head she was and Papa’s silence. She played and the harp sang. It was as close to Heaven as one might get in Rutshire in 1811.

“A little more and I’d be in Heaven, angel,” Lord Campbell-Black said, the words intended to be provocative, unsettling, Agatha intended to blush and drop her eyes, flustered and easily plucked, but his tone was reverent, surprised, and his expression, when she glanced up, was serious and impossibly tender.

“That’s heresy, sir,” Agatha said.

“Blasphemy, actually, but we shan’t argue over it,” he replied.

“I’m sure you know better,” Agatha said.

“Perhaps not, angel.”

Posted for @janeuary-month day 2 prompt: harp

[sublimegiverpanda]

Dussek: Sonata in c minor

Alfons Mucha 🖌️