With fights and madness
play dice
Eros (Anacreon)
play dice
Eros (Anacreon)
Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528). St. Jerome in his cell. Etching, 1514 National Library of Spain
(thanks to Hispanic Digital Library )
The Countess continues to take the waters while writing his chronicles of Brittany, imagining that is the very Anne of Brittany walking castle of Nantes while flying the white flag and black their country. Fasolt and Fafner (or Fermi and Ferran if you prefer) has long been retired to bed and finally, in the weblog tranquility reigns lost long ago. It's nice. As always, I am the computer at odd hours but very comfortable. Beside me, between the laptop and printer with a glass of Burmester a beautiful honey color shooting cognac. Outside, the temperature takes a breather after three days and through the headphones sounds in the music disc player for which I feel weak. It breathes serenity throughout the house.
It has been one curious, full of very different sensations. Tomorrow busy with unimportant issues but that should be addressed and a walk along streets that do not hardly ever set foot floor. Dark streets and not very clean, behind that huge stage set that is the Gran Via Street smelly even, but as part of Madrid more real and perhaps less pleasant. A Madrid than to museums and major avenues. A greeting from Bank's Gate Hospice although the years have increasingly respected his core group. Calle San Vicente Ferrer, Log Baja de San Pablo, Calle del Barco or Puebla, in which San Antonio of the Portuguese or the Germans can be seen insualmente an August morning, to teach its vortex total shamelessness Stroke Luca Giordano from head to toe. Calle Valverde, crossing Dodsworth. All of a proscenium slum as a hidden wound in the city visiting famous Italian and Japanese tourists. Portuguese music is nostalgic and beautiful, they went all the way
It has been one curious, full of very different sensations. Tomorrow busy with unimportant issues but that should be addressed and a walk along streets that do not hardly ever set foot floor. Dark streets and not very clean, behind that huge stage set that is the Gran Via Street smelly even, but as part of Madrid more real and perhaps less pleasant. A Madrid than to museums and major avenues. A greeting from Bank's Gate Hospice although the years have increasingly respected his core group. Calle San Vicente Ferrer, Log Baja de San Pablo, Calle del Barco or Puebla, in which San Antonio of the Portuguese or the Germans can be seen insualmente an August morning, to teach its vortex total shamelessness Stroke Luca Giordano from head to toe. Calle Valverde, crossing Dodsworth. All of a proscenium slum as a hidden wound in the city visiting famous Italian and Japanese tourists. Portuguese music is nostalgic and beautiful, they went all the way
Luca Giordano (1634-1705). Frescoes of San Antonio of the Germans or the Portuguese or the Refuge. Via EnriqueLuis Picasa (Be encouraged to give to click and expand excessively)
Maria Luisa Baptista fado lower (dr) Voz do Vento. Katia Guerreiro - Fado Nas Mãos. Ocarina, 2003
As I write this and remember the heat of the deep and perfectly modulated voice, a second glass of that port nice and old enough to smell and taste like wood dark and fragrant and to have turned cherry red in fragile toast, helps me to baste the sense in the second part of the day interesting and mixed.
Around home, the gift on Facebook of the National Library Dürer, thanks to a link necessary and indispensable. Diving in the Digital Library as the rhino or the Adam and Eve literally engulf the ability to enlarge and even make sounds. And from there a barrage of images and notes to make the evening something peculiarly eclectic and beautiful. Dürer's engravings and someone very dear to carry and it Melancholy to music by Rachmaninov, now seen and heard with eyes ears so different from the past eight months. The youngest of the Capuçon makes the room fills with sounds of cello and bass clef.
Rachmannov Sergei (1873-1943). Vocalise.Op. 34, n º 14. Gautier Capuçon, cello Gabriela Montero, piano. Virgin Classics (EMI), 2008
And then and then, the reading of a translation, it worked, very elaborate and made by my dear Anarkasis Arachne, weaving and unravels the fabric of a shelled Pliny clearly, the public sense of justice and that if they wanted many current political, a comprehensive set of sculptures, temples, pyramids, obelisks and stone remedies to cure eye diseases, to avoid the danger of abortion or gastric diseases. Meanwhile, the Op 10 sonatas of Beethoven stretches of Glenn Gould's hand before handing over to the delight that is The Child and the Spells or Mother Goose , a Ravel in grace and fortunately at the other end of the bolero unbearable
L. Beethoven (1770-1827) n7 Sonata in C major, op. 10 n3 - III Menuetto. Allegro . Glenn Gould, piano . Columbia, 1964. Sony Classic, 2007
M. Ravel (1875-1937) - Ma mère l'Oie (Mother Goose) - (Apothéose) féerique Le jardin (garden of fairies) Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra. Dir: Simon Rattle. Emi, 2009
Just before dinner, a friendly letter floods the mobile cathedrals, humble but beautiful lantana, ball games and water. Sea water, small waterfall, a swimming pool with big-name music: Beethoven, Mozart. ..
And after dinner, reading an entry in the blogosphere brings me directly to a book by the literary haunts I keep very personal and emotional. The author and I only have in common have been students of the same teacher. That same teacher who taught me Greek in 5 of high school with poems of Sappho and Cavafy which he translated and with music by Theodorakis that illuminates like my amazement 14 years, just out of the neighborhood to dive into the colors of a school I scored in the best way you can imagine.
Dice Eros Poetry Anthology Greek erotic. Introduction, translation and notes by Aurora Luque. Bilingual Ed
Poetry Hyperion. Hyperion Publishing. Madrid, 2000.
played, goddess Pafian with Hermione
the seductive, wearing a belt embroidered in flore s
with golden legend : Love me -was read with passion-
but not be sad if I have another .
the seductive, wearing a belt embroidered in flore s
with golden legend : Love me -was read with passion-
but not be sad if I have another .
(Asclepiades)
And Ibico poetry, Solon or dusted Anacreon to the music of a particular disk, hard and strange, but a curious musicological value.
Unattributed Athens. circa 168 BC First Delphic Hymn to Apollo . Musique of Grèce Antique. Atrium Musicae of Madrid. Dir: Gregorio Paniagua. Musique d'abord. Harmonia Mundi, 1979 and 2000.
The tour is over. The sounds and images have been marching, but never mixed because. Now the night to organize and make sense of what the day brought haphazardly. Or more concert and more orderly than might appear at first. The cup is empty between the printer and the laptop and it's time to start thinking about some sleep before a day fraught with events that I hope with joy. A friend of over thirty years and a more recent. Coffee with one, maybe a Manhattan or Negroni other. And talk about books and opera and vacation or political task ahead. And the affection hover behind each of them with his smooth face and an accomplice, to fill a bit more this summer's lazy and quiet. The serenity of long ago decided to wrap myself with the luxury of being able to share that I want. Hopefully
autumn can arrive with the same load slowly and enriching. But before the sea come and rest. And the privilege of knowing that life you drink coffee from time to time. And know as well ... Buenos newly
released days.
Unattributed Athens. circa 168 BC First Delphic Hymn to Apollo . Musique of Grèce Antique. Atrium Musicae of Madrid. Dir: Gregorio Paniagua. Musique d'abord. Harmonia Mundi, 1979 and 2000.
The tour is over. The sounds and images have been marching, but never mixed because. Now the night to organize and make sense of what the day brought haphazardly. Or more concert and more orderly than might appear at first. The cup is empty between the printer and the laptop and it's time to start thinking about some sleep before a day fraught with events that I hope with joy. A friend of over thirty years and a more recent. Coffee with one, maybe a Manhattan or Negroni other. And talk about books and opera and vacation or political task ahead. And the affection hover behind each of them with his smooth face and an accomplice, to fill a bit more this summer's lazy and quiet. The serenity of long ago decided to wrap myself with the luxury of being able to share that I want. Hopefully
autumn can arrive with the same load slowly and enriching. But before the sea come and rest. And the privilege of knowing that life you drink coffee from time to time. And know as well ... Buenos newly
released days.
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