Am pleased that the funeral of state yesterday went smoothly--my reward was sleeping in and this happy pink box with a salted caramel cupcake inside.
(which I got to sing with the Napa Valley Symphony mannnnnny years ago) to the glorious bit based on Auden's Age of Anxiety, it was an evening of aural loveliness. I had not read this poem by Auden and was unsuccessful at finding at a bookstore today, but will keep searching. Bernstein read it when it was first published in the mid-1940s and was so enthralled with the images, he composed this piece.
Ooh, I'll have to look up Age of Anxiety; that sounds about par for what age I'm in!
ReplyDeleteIt's an enormously long bit--a Baroque eclogue (a form which I had to look up.)
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