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Aus unendlichen Sehnsüchten steigen
endliche Taten wie schwache Fontänen,
die sich zeitig und zitternd neigen.
Aber, die sich uns sonst verschweigen,
unsere fröhlichen kräfte—zeigen
sich in diesen tanzenden Tränen.

    

Rainer Maria Rilke

 
 
Endnote
by Hayden Carruth

The great poems of
our elders in many
tongues we struggled

to comprehend who
are now content with
mystery simple

and profound you
in the night your
breath your body

orbit of time and
the moment you
Phosphorus and

Hesper a dark circle
of fertility so
bloodthirsty for us

you in the world
the night breathing
asleep and alive.
 

the last refuge of the shallow

Good quote, stolen from Terry:

"I love Italian opera--it's so reckless. Damn Wagner, and his bellowings at Fate and death. Damn Debussy, and his averted face. I like the Italians who run all on impulse, and don't care about their immortal souls, and don't worry about the ultimate."

D.H. Lawrence, letter, April 1, 1911

Running on impulse is fun:  drinking wine, reading Vogue, parties and all that, or sitting in the pit oblivious of everything outside la Boheme.  But then I leave the theatre and, in my quiet room at dusk, listen always at the moment to rather austere music.  I love the seriousness, this structure, that dignity. 

Well, the impulsive types are always the romantic heroes, and if I had to choose either head or heart, I'd take the heart.  Nonetheless, here's also to serious hours. 

I think I'm so keen on others' seriousness because, as regular readers of TwTwTw will agree, it's impossible to take myself seriously - a colleague recently taught me the German for "kiss my arse", but as a "friendly Bavarian greeting".  I believed him for at least two long minutes. 






   

life is beautiful

Every glass in my flat is being used to hold flowers after the Bolshoi's hunky Russian conductor gave me his first night bouquet.  He's such an incredibly inspired artist with commanding stage presence and a fabulous stick technique.  So was my Turn of the Screw conductor.  He also gave me his first night flowers - but I only ever judge conductors on merit.