Posted in Literature, Poetry, and Books by Peter W. Schramm
Everything presses, but I decided to do nothin' useful today. Watched all of Rigoletto for the first time. Wept at its beauty. Samples: Bella figlia
and La Donna E Mobile
. Listened to a lot of great tunes. Samples: West End Blues
(Armstrong) and St. James Infirmary
(Teagarden) and My Bucket's Got a Hole in It
(Marsalis and Nelson). Read some poetry. Samples: Farmer Dying
(Richard Hugo) and Flammonde
, Eros Turannos
(E.A. Robinson) and Women
(Louise Bogan) and Holy Willie's Prayer
(Burns). Read some Lincoln aloud, and then re-read parts of A Soldier of the Great War
It is a good ending for the year.
Happy New Year!
4:36 PM / December 31, 2010
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I saw Rigoletto at the LA Opera Dec. 19 with my daughter. It is a indeed a tragedy, which illustrates the limits (or lack of them) of jesting. Everyone is jesting, with ultimately deadly results.
I read that a movie is being made of A Soldier of the Great War. That is the sort of thing I look forward to with some trepidation. I always think I want to know what someone else sees something I have thoroughly enjoyed. Too often directors and producers see other aspects of the story that they prefer to explore and I found less fascinating. What I think I am going to find in the film version is not there, the author's vision having been diluted by the work of a committee, which is what a film production company is. Other things in life are like that, scented with anxious anticipation of pleasure that come to be dust in the tasting. I mistrust my anticipations these days; trepidation on every side so that I don't know where to step.
For the first winter season in some years I have had some days with lots things that could be done, but nothing that needed to be done right away. Delicious: although the sense of wasting time undercut the delight. I spent some time just wandering in imagination, only some of which could I stand to write down. Writing has come to feel like work. I pity myself for that.
The links were fun to follow, though they all tasted of bitterness. Still good and thank you.