Bach Bach Bach
August 4, 2010 § Leave a comment
Oh, just like homework left until the last minute, blog posts go unwritten and are then hastily, patchily put together.
I’m in Cambridge at the moment, for early music school and as much Bach as a body can handle. That’s a hell of a lot of Bach. I think it’s changing the very structure of my mind.
But updates will come. They will, I promise. On such lofty topics as:
– Creating the perfect villain out of Vivaldi’s Holofernes
– Music videos! (Oh yes, we’ve made some)
– Coping with being queer outside of a major metropolis (or, ‘smile politely and feel the rage deep inside’)
– The peculiar inability of English bakeries to produce a decent American style muffin.
I’m staying in the extremely beautiful Sidney Sussex college. I would enjoy it more if the catering staff understood coffee. But it does make me want to spread out on the lawn with a big old book of poetry, and that can only be a good thing.
Take it away, Sir Philip Sidney!
“My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv’n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv’n.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true love hath my heart and I have his.”