Peter Senge at MIT speaks of Mastery as the fifth discipline. Well, here
is a story about a Master.
Ray Evans Harrell, artistic director
The Magic Circle Opera Repertory Ensemble, Inc.
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On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a
concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City. If you
have
ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small
achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has
braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk
across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an sight. He
walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he sits
down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on his
legs,
tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down
and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and
proceeds to play.
By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he
makes
his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently silent while
he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is ready to play..
But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few
bars,
one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap - it went
off
like gunfire across the room. There was no mistaking what that sound meant.
There was no mistaking what he had to do.
People who were there that night thought to themselves: "We figured that he
would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp
his way off stage - to either find another violin or else find another
string
for this one."
But he didn't. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then
signaled to the conductor to begin again. The orchestra began and he played
from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power
and such purity as they had never heard before.
Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with
just three strings. I know that, and you know that, but that night Itzhak
Perlman refused to know that. You could see him modulating, changing,
recomposing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was
de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made
before.
When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people
rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from
every
corner of the auditorium. We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering,
doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.
He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and
then he said, not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone, "You
know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much music you can
still make with what you have left."
What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever since I heard
it. And who knows?
Perhaps that is the way of life - not just for artists but for all of us.
Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a violin of
four
strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a concert, finds himself
with
only three strings. So he makes music with three strings, and the music he
made that night with just three strings was more beautiful, more sacred,
more
memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he had four strings.
So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in
which
we live is to make music, at first with all that we have, and then, when
that
is no longer possible, to make music with what we have left.
-- Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle
