Friday, 24 April 2009
Free bus and Bach
My first free ride on the bus to university - at least part of the way. It's good. It's like sneaking on and avoiding the conductor. A guilty rush. I am eleven again. Bach Cello Suites all the way, no 1 in G, then no 4 in E flat, followed by No 5 in E minor.
If God exists he is part Bach, part Shakespeare. Bach would be the heavenly part, Shakespeare the earthly. The fields are lush with sunlight. Norfolk is not quite the fields of heaven but given a Bach gloss it comes close.
Piazzola on the way home
Writing what I hope is the final draft of a long review for PL. C still away with her mother.
The Keats' House reading has now been transferred to Hampstead Town Hall.
My brain is mush tonight. I must go out and yowl at the moon, that is providing it is still there. Either that or listen to Bach again.