March 2012
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February 2012
15 posts
“Summer is over and
we part, like eyelids,
like clams opening.”
–
Robert Hass, “Basho: A Departure”
(via the-final-sentence
)
Chick Corea, Children’s Song No. 1
Very...
“Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined
future, of being...”
– “The Old Age of Nostalgia” by Mark Strand (via growing-orbits
)
I am turning into a “See Mark Strand. Reblog.” kind of person.
“O Royal Hera of majestic mien, aerial-form’d, divine, Zeus’ blessed queen,...”
– Orpheus, via goodreads (via todieloved
)
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Aspects of Orpheus: The Gaze
Debussy’s Syrinx, performed by RB
Lecture: What is the Gaze? by HED
Rosa del ciel/Io non diro qual sia, from Monteverdi’s Orfeo, performed by TB, ADG, and HED
Lecture: The Gaze in Monteverdi’s Orfeo, by HED
Ahi, vista troppo dolce, from Monteverdi’s Orfeo, performed by ADG and HED
Lecture: Closing remarks on Monteverdi’s Orfeo, by HED
Lecture: The...
it's orpheus day
ready set go!
Orpheus Concert Number 2; Part One
Dear Tumblrverse,
This Sunday, February 5th, I will present the second of three concert-lectures I am giving as a part of my thesis project. Each concert focuses on a different aspect of the Orpheus myth, oft-represented by composers of music and music-drama. The second concert deals with the gaze of Orpheus.
The concert will take place at 7PM on Columbia University’s Morningside Campus....
Orpheus Concert Number 2; Part Two
Well, I suppose it’s time to release the kraken.
“That his eyes positively shone with the image
he had shaped - of sweet...”
– Orpheus by Scott Cairns (via glitzandshadows)
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This is just to say
ONCE MORE INTO THE ABYSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-me and the inimitable L, my krakenbaby.
January 2012
20 posts
“But probably the music had more to do with it, and
the way music passes,...”
– John Ashbery - Excerpt from Syringa …he read this tonight in Hartford. This section turned the poetry in my brain to goo. (via starvingforthesun)
Hillman home: ORPHEUS And the Pursuit of... →
hillmanhomes:
ORPHEUS And the Pursuit of Immortality Through Divinity Faced by the problem of the dual constitution of man, his soul Dionysian, divine and immortal, and his body Titanic, evil and mortal, Orphism found the solution of the antimony in two very different directions. On the one hand there was the…
“I. In Which He Turns With Intent
When we were almost out,
All I could think...”
– Orpheus Variations, Geoffrey Brock
“I
I dream of journeys repeatedly:
Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing...”
– Theodore Roethke, from “The Far Field” (via
)
Cocteau
et-ladentelle:
“Les miroirs sont les portes par lesquelles la mort vient et va. Du reste, regardez-vous toute votre vie dans un miroir et vous verrez la mort travailler comme des abeilles dans une ruche de verre.”
—
Heurtebise, Orphée.
Translation: Mirrors are the means by which death comes to us and goes from us. Look at yourself in a mirror for your entire life and you will see death at...
vivalundinproductions asked: thanks again for your support - I'm trying to find a bust of Orpheus to post - have it somewhere in my unposted archives - mark
“I believe in art the way other people believe in god.”
– Lidia Yuknavitch (via nouvelliste
)
“[A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in...”
– Louise Glück, from “A Myth of Devotion” (via the-final-sentence
)
So many Orphean things on tumblr today!
(Even more serendipitous that the author’s name is Gluck. WTF.)
Truth or Dare
blueberrytouches:
Wow. Yeah.
all the emotions!
Had a big, rant-y post here a little earlier. Took it down, because, um, anyone can read this, including the people who induced the rant.
Feeling much calmer about the whole thing now. Still freaking out a little re. rehearsal space, but something will happen.
At least my thoughts aren’t spinning out of control anymore. It’s strange - I’ve had the experience of anxiety spinning...
“The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one...”
– Czeslaw Milosz, from “Ars Poetica?” (via bookoasis
)
Voleur de secrets: ahuntersheart: “And, perhaps,... →
ahuntersheart:
“And, perhaps, the body really is a gift, this small beating in my ribs a reasoned rhythm. Once, a woman at the museum reminded me of a harp. Her supple spine defined a frame. She was so tense, I could see wires as if at any moment she would become music or break. The…
December 2011
32 posts
“On average, odd years have been the best for me.
I’m at a point where everyone...”
– Fragments for the End of the Year by Jennifer K. Sweeney (with thanks to read a little poetry
)
well, this has been an evening.
very difficult conversation with my father - the second difficult conversation of the day. can’t think anymore. going to sleep.
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getting back on track for Orpheus
To do for the upcoming concert:
-get rehearsal space (bug Becky), and triple-confirm the time and date of the concert (February 5th!), and bug DBK about a security guard?
-decide on the program
-eventually, create programs and example sheets
-figure out reception noms
-write the lecture
-figure out a means of recording it better: maybe invest in a tape recorder and later sync with video?
...
sleepy and happy
wonderful evening with wonderful friends. feeling very happy. bedtime now.
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A humble offering today, from a performance I gave...
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correct
baudei:
If someone wants to come into my house, he comes,
If it pleases him, he stays,
Myself, I refuse to plan ahead,
And when I am asked what would I take if my house was on fire I would reply, the fire.
Jean Cocteau, La Difficulté d’être, 1947
“Streams and mountains never stay the same.”
– Gary Snyder, from “Endless Streams and Mountains” (via the-final-sentence
)
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Three Excerpts from Kleinzeit
In memoriam Russel Hoban.
When Orpheus remembered himself, said Hospital, he came together so harmoniously that he began to play his lute and sing with immense power and beauty. No one had ever heard the like of it. Trees and all that, you know, rocks even, they simply picked themselves up and moved to where he was. Sometimes you couldn’t see Orpheus for the rocks and trees around him. He...
“I would know nothing, dream nothing:
who will teach my non-being
how to be,...”
– Stationary Point by Pablo Neruda, in Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda (translated by Ben Belitt)