Last night's Handel & Haydn concert included selections from Henry Purcell's The Fairy Queen. As an English major I read The Fairy Queen along with Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Canterbury Tales, and all sorts of lit that remains a vague memory.
The Fairy Queen is purported to be an adaptation of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. One of the short pieces is: "Symphony While The Swans Come Forward." This is NOT the Water Music.
Does anyone but me find this title intriguing? We are waiting for the swans who are very pokey so we play a symphony while we wait? Are the swans swimming? In that case shouldn't it be "Symphony while the swans swim forward?" Glide forward? Paddle forth? Why are the swans so slow? Are they eating? Fighting? Grooming? Mating? We'll never know.
It was, by the way, an idyllically short symphony. What call it a symphony? Why not a song? Canticle While The Swans Glide Forward?
I could go on and on. Try some yourself. Waste time. Me? I'm off to the gym which I blew off yesterday. Pruning words on Festival Madness, a worthy cause. Changed the beginning again. I think it's getting there. The test will be to send out to a few agents and see what happens?
Symphony While the Agents Respond? Hell, that could be an entire year of music.
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Showing posts with label Shakespeare's Blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shakespeare's Blood. Show all posts
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
First Chapter
The first chapter of Such Stuff As Dreams is done! Doesn't seem too bad. Nice not to have to dump a body right away.
I am recovered from the Amazon fiasco. Lots of good writers didn't get the nod. Some good ones, did, however. I've been reading a few of the chosen ones and some are good, good, good!
Between Clubs, by John Ochwat, a golf/coming-of-age novel really struck me as excellent.
On the mystery front, Peg Herring's Shakespeare's Blood was also a good read. I liked Murder in Palm Beach (beach read), and my review disappeared. How did that happen? Hindsight Carousel was intriguing. What a crazy party. Glad I'm too old for those anymore.
Today at Toastmaster's I told them about the 2008 banned words. Had the feeling I wasn't coming across. Marching to a different drummer, as usual. If all of us who marched to "different" got up and marched together, what would it look like? A weird dance? A freak army? A religious procession? I give up. Monty Python's silly walks in parade?
So, onward with the new book. And the course I'm taking has made me realize that Festival Madness needs a new opening line. And after two editors already have it. Well, if they get past the first paragraph, maybe it will all work out. How many years have I been saying that?
In a way, it's a relief to NOT be writing about technology. It's such a turn off for some, including many editors and agents who are real technophobes. Not all of us liberal arts types embraced it like yours truly. Why was that? A good reliable paycheck, for starters. And finishers. And compelling, interesting, always a challenge, learn something new, make a machine do your bidding. Lots of reasons. Geeks always march to a different drummer, or is it to the click of a mouse?
Annie and Thisbe were "cats of the day" on some website today. Must go find. Made lasagne rollups for dinner last night. Combined two recipes, one for chicken, one for spinach. A-OK. We're eating it again tonight, along with a nice salad. Found some ranch dressing that isn't too salty.
More snow tomorrow and then, ick, rain. I worked out this morning so will stay in unless the weather is decent.
Onward, and possibly even upward.
Grrrrapeshot
I am recovered from the Amazon fiasco. Lots of good writers didn't get the nod. Some good ones, did, however. I've been reading a few of the chosen ones and some are good, good, good!
Between Clubs, by John Ochwat, a golf/coming-of-age novel really struck me as excellent.
On the mystery front, Peg Herring's Shakespeare's Blood was also a good read. I liked Murder in Palm Beach (beach read), and my review disappeared. How did that happen? Hindsight Carousel was intriguing. What a crazy party. Glad I'm too old for those anymore.
Today at Toastmaster's I told them about the 2008 banned words. Had the feeling I wasn't coming across. Marching to a different drummer, as usual. If all of us who marched to "different" got up and marched together, what would it look like? A weird dance? A freak army? A religious procession? I give up. Monty Python's silly walks in parade?
So, onward with the new book. And the course I'm taking has made me realize that Festival Madness needs a new opening line. And after two editors already have it. Well, if they get past the first paragraph, maybe it will all work out. How many years have I been saying that?
In a way, it's a relief to NOT be writing about technology. It's such a turn off for some, including many editors and agents who are real technophobes. Not all of us liberal arts types embraced it like yours truly. Why was that? A good reliable paycheck, for starters. And finishers. And compelling, interesting, always a challenge, learn something new, make a machine do your bidding. Lots of reasons. Geeks always march to a different drummer, or is it to the click of a mouse?
Annie and Thisbe were "cats of the day" on some website today. Must go find. Made lasagne rollups for dinner last night. Combined two recipes, one for chicken, one for spinach. A-OK. We're eating it again tonight, along with a nice salad. Found some ranch dressing that isn't too salty.
More snow tomorrow and then, ick, rain. I worked out this morning so will stay in unless the weather is decent.
Onward, and possibly even upward.
Grrrrapeshot
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