Symphony No. 88 in G, Hob. I:88 (1788)
I. Adagio - Allegro
IV. Finale: Allegro con spirito
Of this post-Paris, pre-London Haydn symphony, thus Brahms, mindful of the attendant curse he was invoking: “I want my Ninth to sound like this!” Tovey believed it to be one of the most inventive works in the 18th century repertoire, and Mozart is sure to have sweated over it a bit. The finale is particularly joyful.
I love this because of the way it translates—or doesn’t, rather. Vergessenheit is like ‘oblivion,’ and the verb that’s used here etymologically implies ‘to be at the service of,’ or even more starkly, ‘to be a tool of.’
Look at that simple machine swinging there. Reine Poesie, die deutsche Sprache ist…