exultation is the going
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I'd say something about how May 22 and July 22 have the same amount of sunshine but the temperature didn't even break 50 F yesterday and, last year, July 27 was 87 degrees but I can't really speak of sunshine hours when I can't even remember the last time I've seen a clear sky. Maybe last Friday.
There was also thunder, which is weird because we see thu. And a month of rain.
I went to Cava and got a salad of mixed greens, harissa, fire-roasted corn, pickled onions, cabbage slaw, spicy meatballs, fiery broccoli (which apparently uses aleppo pepper), kalamata olives, feta, and harissa viniagrette, and a drink of blueberry lavender. There was a cybertruck outside and I swear this is because most people who drive in Boston are actually from Maine, Vermont, or New Hampshire.
Arvo Pärt, Fratres for violin & piano
The violinist, at the begining, was moving the bow up and down like a lever.
I swear I heard this in a different form, since it exists for unspecified instrument, you can play it on the violin and piano or a string quartet with percussion or trombones or saxophones or even a theremin and water bowl if you please.
York Bowen, Phantasy Quintet
It's an unusual instrumentation; bass clarinet and string quartet.
Exultation is the going of an inland soul to sea
–Emily Dickinson
Yep, that’s Kevin Puts all right. I wish I could find some notes that were more detailed than the brief biography and artist statement in which he talks about the ocean and Peter Grimes.
A lone gray bird… alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults of night and the sea
–Carl Sandburg
it’s rather abrupt with a blast from the flute. The flute is the gray bird, the low strings and piano notes are the night and sea.
A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea
–Douglas Adams
It’s not meant to be a Vogon poem or that of the Azgoths of Kria. And definitely not those poems of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings. There’d be dead and rotting swans with bits of flesh dropping off of them from time to time.
It rises up and down, up and down.
Out of the darkness… jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping
–D.H. Lawrence
and then swirls.
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric
–Virginia Woolf
this one’s mostly ambient.
I, while the gods laugh, the world’s vortex am; maelström of passions in that hidden sea
–Mervyn Peake
Yeah, it sounds like that.
…let us find a place ‘neath ocean’s breast and bid her lie where waves are kind
–Benjamin Franklin Field
The longest movement. It ends with quietude.
Beethoven's Archduke Trio is in four movements and lasts a little over 40 minutes.
Allegro moderato is a sonata. Then the scherzo. Then a variation and then a rondo played with great force. It was written during a prolific and sucessful time in his career in Vienna, and even his deafness was holding off.
I met a husky and the world’s skinniest pug. Since she was also a black pug, I was even more surprised to find out she was a pug. She gets a lot of exercise, her human says. I also saw a shih tzu but it was rather far away from me.
Abby’s not an artist. She seems relatively normal. There were two passengers but they got off at Broadway and one was wearing a leopard-print jacket so I had to attempt every detail and the other is just kinda minimalistic.
burning question: Can the sailor understand / The divine intoxication /
Of the first league out from land?
There was also thunder, which is weird because we see thu. And a month of rain.
I went to Cava and got a salad of mixed greens, harissa, fire-roasted corn, pickled onions, cabbage slaw, spicy meatballs, fiery broccoli (which apparently uses aleppo pepper), kalamata olives, feta, and harissa viniagrette, and a drink of blueberry lavender. There was a cybertruck outside and I swear this is because most people who drive in Boston are actually from Maine, Vermont, or New Hampshire.
Arvo Pärt, Fratres for violin & piano
The violinist, at the begining, was moving the bow up and down like a lever.
I swear I heard this in a different form, since it exists for unspecified instrument, you can play it on the violin and piano or a string quartet with percussion or trombones or saxophones or even a theremin and water bowl if you please.
York Bowen, Phantasy Quintet
It's an unusual instrumentation; bass clarinet and string quartet.
Exultation is the going of an inland soul to sea
–Emily Dickinson
Yep, that’s Kevin Puts all right. I wish I could find some notes that were more detailed than the brief biography and artist statement in which he talks about the ocean and Peter Grimes.
A lone gray bird… alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults of night and the sea
–Carl Sandburg
it’s rather abrupt with a blast from the flute. The flute is the gray bird, the low strings and piano notes are the night and sea.
A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea
–Douglas Adams
It’s not meant to be a Vogon poem or that of the Azgoths of Kria. And definitely not those poems of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings. There’d be dead and rotting swans with bits of flesh dropping off of them from time to time.
It rises up and down, up and down.
Out of the darkness… jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping
–D.H. Lawrence
and then swirls.
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric
–Virginia Woolf
this one’s mostly ambient.
I, while the gods laugh, the world’s vortex am; maelström of passions in that hidden sea
–Mervyn Peake
Yeah, it sounds like that.
…let us find a place ‘neath ocean’s breast and bid her lie where waves are kind
–Benjamin Franklin Field
The longest movement. It ends with quietude.
Beethoven's Archduke Trio is in four movements and lasts a little over 40 minutes.
Allegro moderato is a sonata. Then the scherzo. Then a variation and then a rondo played with great force. It was written during a prolific and sucessful time in his career in Vienna, and even his deafness was holding off.
I met a husky and the world’s skinniest pug. Since she was also a black pug, I was even more surprised to find out she was a pug. She gets a lot of exercise, her human says. I also saw a shih tzu but it was rather far away from me.
Abby’s not an artist. She seems relatively normal. There were two passengers but they got off at Broadway and one was wearing a leopard-print jacket so I had to attempt every detail and the other is just kinda minimalistic.
burning question: Can the sailor understand / The divine intoxication /
Of the first league out from land?