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This has been a bad morning. I was up by 6:30, but just couldn't pull myself together enough to get anything done. At 11:00, I did manage to force myself to go work out. Glad I did--that was a hour of listening to Tchaikovsky that I might not have had otherwise. The last of my loft/study books are packed. Ten cartons--clearing out five bookcases. I hate not being able to get to the poetry books. Which reminds me--as I'm not pretty when I go through withdrawal--two more books have joined the others going with me. Don't do the math, you'll institutionalize me. I'm taking The Library of America 2-volume set, American Poetry: The Twentieth Century. There are five bookcases yet in the living room to pack. *Sigh*
Do I know completely where I'm going yet? No. The first stop is Philadelphia where I'll get rid of some baggage I should have left long ago. From there, I vaguely have an idea that P.T. and I may go to Colorado for a while and take turns licking our respective wounds at my brother's house. If my sister-in-law will take both of us. The next few weeks are going to be Hell with all the good parts left out. "Ignominius" is an interesting word I think. Has a latin flavor. And some gravitas. More latin flavor. Though I'm much more fond of Greek.
Enough walking through the garden of shadows and evil. Except perhaps to mention that late last night I finally posted John Heath-Stubbs' brilliant poem, "Mozart and Salieri." I'd make a link to direct you to the link, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet. You'll have to go through the trouble of swinging over to my sidebar links to get to it. My son will have to walk his doddering old Dad through the in-text link procedure. You think it's easy being a Diplodocus?
Anyway, it's a terrific poem. Even better when you hear him read it. Alas and unfortunately, the poem or any of the Heath-Stubbs' volumes are not available in the U.S. Of course. Don't get me started. He would be 87 this year I think. I don't know if he's still around. I couldn't find any notice of his death last time I looked. In any case, I don't care if I'm violating copyright. I don't think Carcenet or Heath-Stubbs himself would really mind it being available. Besides, they'd have to find me first and I don't even know where I'll be. Back when Denver had a classical music station, don't get me started, they would play the recording of him reading it on Mozart's birthday. He had this wonderful, plummy British accent. On the recording he prefaces it with, The story that Salieri poisoned Mozart is probably not true. But it's a delicious premise, and in 18 stanzas does a better job of capturing the rivalry between the two, and the aftermath, than Amadeus did.
I'm putting off another task that will be painful: deciding which CD's to take, and which to store. And I can't take any of my (nine!) Kandinsky posters with me either, nor my mother's paintings. My eyes will starve. Sorry. I'm having a difficult time finding my way out of the garden.
Do I know completely where I'm going yet? No. The first stop is Philadelphia where I'll get rid of some baggage I should have left long ago. From there, I vaguely have an idea that P.T. and I may go to Colorado for a while and take turns licking our respective wounds at my brother's house. If my sister-in-law will take both of us. The next few weeks are going to be Hell with all the good parts left out. "Ignominius" is an interesting word I think. Has a latin flavor. And some gravitas. More latin flavor. Though I'm much more fond of Greek.
Enough walking through the garden of shadows and evil. Except perhaps to mention that late last night I finally posted John Heath-Stubbs' brilliant poem, "Mozart and Salieri." I'd make a link to direct you to the link, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet. You'll have to go through the trouble of swinging over to my sidebar links to get to it. My son will have to walk his doddering old Dad through the in-text link procedure. You think it's easy being a Diplodocus?
Anyway, it's a terrific poem. Even better when you hear him read it. Alas and unfortunately, the poem or any of the Heath-Stubbs' volumes are not available in the U.S. Of course. Don't get me started. He would be 87 this year I think. I don't know if he's still around. I couldn't find any notice of his death last time I looked. In any case, I don't care if I'm violating copyright. I don't think Carcenet or Heath-Stubbs himself would really mind it being available. Besides, they'd have to find me first and I don't even know where I'll be. Back when Denver had a classical music station, don't get me started, they would play the recording of him reading it on Mozart's birthday. He had this wonderful, plummy British accent. On the recording he prefaces it with, The story that Salieri poisoned Mozart is probably not true. But it's a delicious premise, and in 18 stanzas does a better job of capturing the rivalry between the two, and the aftermath, than Amadeus did.
I'm putting off another task that will be painful: deciding which CD's to take, and which to store. And I can't take any of my (nine!) Kandinsky posters with me either, nor my mother's paintings. My eyes will starve. Sorry. I'm having a difficult time finding my way out of the garden.
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