Elīna Garanča performs with Staatskapelle Dresden, under the direction of Christoph Eschenbach ...
21 March 2023
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Labels: appreciation, art, Dali, seasons, Spring
Scorpions, "Big City Nights"
A quarter-century later (in HD so you won't miss any subtle nuance) ...
The machine-like behavior of people chained to electronics constitutes a degradation of their well-being and of their dignity which, for most people in the long run, becomes intolerable. Observations of the sickening effect of programmed environments show that people in them become indolent, impotent, narcissistic and apolitical. The political process breaks down because people cease to be able to govern themselves; they demand to be managed.
Ivan Illich, from In the Mirror of the Past: Lectures and Addresses, 1978-1990
So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.
Roald Dahl, from Matilda
Thank you, Sarah.
It was a time when they were afraid of him.
My father, a bare man, a gypsy, a horse
with broken knees no one would shoot.
Then again, he was like the orange tree,
and young women plucked from him sweet fruit.
To meet him, you must be in the right place,
even his sons and daughter, we wondered
where was papa now and what was he doing.
He held the mystique of travelers
that pass your backyard and disappear into the trees.
Then, when you follow, you find nothing,
not a stir, not a twig displaced from its bough.
And then he would appear one night.
Half covered in shadows and half in light,
his voice quiet, absorbing our unspoken thoughts.
When his hands lay on the table at breakfast,
they were hands that had not fixed our crumbling home,
hands that had not taken us into them
and the fingers did not gently rub along our lips.
They were hands of a gypsy that filled our home
with love and safety, for a moment;
with all the shambles of boards and empty stomachs,
they filled us because of the love in them.
Beyond the ordinary love, beyond the coordinated life,
beyond the sponging of broken hearts,
came the untimely word, the fallen smile, the quiet tear,
that made us grow up quick and romantic.
Papa gave us something: when we paused from work,
my sister fourteen years old working the cotton fields,
my brother and I running like deer,
we would pause, because we had a papa no one could catch,
who spoke when he spoke and bragged and drank,
he bragged about us: he did not say we were smart,
nor did he say we were strong and were going to be rich someday.
He said we were good. He held us up to the world for it to see,
three children that were good, who understood love in a quiet way,
who owned nothing but calloused hands and true freedom,
and that is how he made us: he offered us to the wind,
to the mountains, to the skies of autumn and spring.
He said, “Here are my children! Care for them!”
And he left again, going somewhere like a child
with a warrior’s heart, nothing could stop him.
My grandmother would look at him for a long time,
and then she would say nothing.
She chose to remain silent, praying each night,
guiding down like a root in the heart of earth,
clutching sunlight and rains to her ancient breast.
And I am the blossom of many nights.
A threefold blossom: my sister is as she is,
my brother is as he is, and I am as I am.
Through sacred ceremony of living, daily living,
arose three distinct hopes, three loves,
out of the long felt nights and days of yesterday.
Jimmy Santiago Baca
Sorrow prepares you for joy.
It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.
It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.
It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
Chenoweth-Firchau, Chippewa, 2021
Like two cathedral towers these stately pines
Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;
The arch beneath them is not built with stones,
Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,
And carved this graceful arabesque of vines;
No organ but the wind here sighs and moans,
No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones.
No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.
Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves,
Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,
And learn there may be worship without words.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy birthday, Pop!
20 March 2023
To read in the service of any ideology is not, in my judgment, to read at all. The reception of aesthetic power enables us to learn how to talk to ourselves and how to endure ourselves. All that the Western Canon can bring one is the proper use of one’s own solitude, that solitude whose final form is one’s confrontation with one’s own mortality.
Harold Bloom, from The Western Canon
Children should be able to do their own experimenting and their own research. Teachers, of course, can guide them by providing appropriate materials, but the essential thing is that in order for a child to understand something, he must construct it himself, he must re-invent it. Every time we teach a child something, we keep him from inventing it himself. On the other hand that which we allow him to discover by himself will remain with him visibly.
Jean Piaget, from Play and Development
The Oyster Months Notebook, revised March 2023
With the arrival of Spring comes the time to shelve the dirges of the Oyster Months.
Until September ...
The Spring comes in with all her hues and smells,
In freshness breathing over hills and dells;
O’er woods where May her gorgeous drapery flings,
And meads washed fragrant by their laughing springs.
Fresh are new opened flowers, untouched and free
From the bold rifling of the amorous bee.
The happy time of singing birds is come,
And Love’s lone pilgrimage now finds a home;
Among the mossy oaks now coos the dove,
And the hoarse crow finds softer notes for love.
The foxes play around their dens, and bark
In joy’s excess, ’mid woodland shadows dark.
The flowers join lips below; the leaves above;
And every sound that meets the ear is Love.
REVISED March 2023 ...
Finger: The Complete Music For Viola Da Gamba Solo
Hameln Anno 1284: Medieval Flute Music On The Trail Of The Pied Piper
REVISED December 2022 ...
Nicola Matteis: Most ravishing things (Music from the Books of Ayres)
The Art of Resonance: Archlute & Theorbo Music of the Italian Seicento
Figures of Harmony: Songs of Codex Chantilly c. 1390
Ferrara Ensemble and Crawford Young
Schmelzer: Violin Sonatas
Gunar Letzbor & Ars Antiqua Austria
Zelenka: Sonates pour Deux Hautbois et Basson
La Bella Minuta: Florid Songs for Cornetto, ca.1600
Liuwe Tamminga & Bruce Dickey
REVISED October 2022 ...
A Meeting Place: Medieval & Renaissance Music for Lute & Ud
August Denhard and Münir Nurettin Beken
Notker Balbulus: Sequnezen, Tropen & Gregorianischer Choral aud dem Kloster St. Gallen
Ordo Virtutum and Stefan Morent
Johann Rosenmüller in Exile
Acronym and Jesse Blumberg
Thomas Morley: Fantasies to Two Voices
Jonathan Dunford & Jérôme Chaboseau
Biber: Harmonia artificioso
Musica Antiqua Köln and Reinhard Goebel
Joseph Bodin De Boismortier: The Complete Opus 37 Trio Sonatas (1732) for Flute, Viola da Gamba and Chamber Organ
Die Weisheit des Alters: Ars moriendi im Minnesang
Ensemble Für Frühe musik Augsburg
REVISED September 2022 ...
Philipp Friedrich Buchner: Plectrum Musicum
Le Secret de Monsieur Marais
Vittorio Ghielmi, Luca Pianca, Il Suonar Parlante Orchestra
Telemann: Sonate for Oboe, Bassoon, and Continuo
Johann Jakob Walther: Hortulus Chelicus
Sills, Dirst, Dirst, and Wang (no offense)
Thomas Lupo: Fantasia
Fürchtet Euch Nicht: Bassoons & Bombards Music from the German Baroque
Syntagma Amici, Vox Lumini
Johann Georg Weichenberger: Lute Works
REVISED March 2022 ...
February 2022 ...
Jacon van Eyck: Der Fluyten Lust-hof
Marin Marais: Pieces de Viole de Cinq Livre
Jordi Savall, Ton Koopmann, Hopkinson Smith, Christophe Coin, Anne Gallet
The Cosmopolitan: Songs by Oswald von Wolkenstein
Ensemble Leones, Marc Lewis
Toys for Two: Dowland to California
Margaret Koll and Luca Pianca
REVISED January 2022 ...
Scheidt: Ludi Musici
L'Acheron, Francois Joubert-Caillet
Handel: The Complete Sonatas for Recorder
Marion Verbruggen, Ton Koopman and Jaap ter Linden
Buxtehude: Complete Chamber Music
Songs of Olden Times: Estonian Folk Hymns and Runic Songs
Ockeghem: Requiem; Missa Mi-Mi; Missa Prolationum
THE ORIGINAL COLLECTION (Autumn 2020):
Holborne: Pavans and Galliards, 1599
The Consort of Musicke & The Guildhall Waits, Anthony Rooley & Trevor Jones
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