Sitting at the Starbucks on I40 watching the traffic go by and the fireworks in the distance. A thunderstorm is coming in from the east. Israel just left Santa Fe and will be in late. I'm reading John Berendt's 2nd book The City of Falling Angels and listening to the Hilliard Ensemble sing Josquin.
Today I played Ives' Variations on America and it went flawlessly. I'll try to make a vid for YouTube sometime this month.
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..the picture links to Broude's web brochure.
They all look quite delicious - as they should: the Buxtehude praeludia can be had for just over €200; and at a mere €575 who would want to be without the latest edition of Le Roman de Fauvel.
But, I can't figure out why in hell this Tifanny of scholarly Baroque editions includes Gilbert & Sullivan!
..finished reading 'A Moveable Feast' for the second time - the first being in High School.
"What did I know best that I had not written about and lost? What did I know about truly and care for the most? There was no choice at all. There was only the choice of streets to take you back fastest to where you worked. It went up Bonaparte to Guynemer, then to the rue d'Assas, up the rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs to the Closerie des Lilas."
"...try to make instead of describe..."
"Watching her face you could see her mind leave the table and go to the night's party and return with her eyes blank as a cat's and then pleased, and the pleasure would show along the thin line of her lips and then be gone. Scott was being the good cheerful host, and Zelda looked at him and she smiled happily with her eyes, and her mouth too, as he drank the wine. I learned to know that smile very well. It meant she knew that Scott would not be able to write."
"During our last year in the mountains new people came deep into our lives and nothing was ever the same again. The winter of the avalanches was like a happy and innocent winter in childhood compared to the next winter, a nightmare winter disguised as the greatest fun of all, and the murderous summer that was to follow. It was the year that the rich showed up."
( ...and more )
i was trying to find something to quote. but after looking, i came to realize that quoting from this book is almost impossible. anything i might wish to quote is hugely diminished without its context.
this is the first bellow i have read. i then began 'henderson the rain king' which starts in the most casual way. i regret not having found him earlier. or rather i should say - i rejoice in finally finding him.
"Perhaps truth and humility go together; so many lies come from our pride."
"A man's body is limited in the acts which it can perform and mine was frozen by memory. What my hand touched that night might be more beautiful than I was used to, but we are not trapped only by beauty. She used the same perfume, and suddenly at the moment of entry the ghost of what I'd lost proved more powerful than the body stretched at my disposal. I moved away and lay on my back and desire drained out of me."
"Everything had gone right with me since he had died, but how I wished there existed someone to whom I could say that I was sorry."
"Every man hath a Politick life, as well as a nauturall life; and he may no more take himself away from the world, then he may make himself away out of the world. For he that does so, by withdrawing himself from his calling, from the labours of mutual society in this life, that man kills himself, and God calls him not."