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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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3 comments:
I must've sung some John Taverner stuff, along the way, certainly heard a lot of it, in ecclesiastical settings. He died yesterday, one of the 'sixties wunderkind, he was ill a lot and during his final illneses he found comfort, he said, in Beethoven's late quartets. I find a lot of things in them but comfort isn't one of them; looking for one I came across this piece of painful sweetness, instead.
Ah, Mr Smith, yer an awfy man. This chiaroscuro that you paint is indeed a wonder.
Careful with the speccy German, it can get a bit Leider. That was great.
Good news about the terrier. Regards.
Danke, Herr von Prospect.
Be interested in your view of the Rhapsody, up the road.
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