Ich träumte von bunten Blumen, so wie sie wohl blühen im Mai

[sovay]

My flash "Lying-In" has been accepted by Scheherezade's Bequest.

Today was infinitely improved from the previous by thomasfreund, who brought over the newly released DVD of Benjamin Britten and Peter Pears' Winterreise (1970), abstractly staged for the BBC and—impressively—even bleaker and more alien than their justifiably famous 1963 recording. Also, awesome. Fortunately a studio concert with a selection of folksongs (some of them, as Tom pointed out, still in manuscript form in 1964) is also included on the disc, so as not to provoke suicide, even in eighty-degree summer. In which I then mowed the lawn. That was not such an improvement.

There will be further content when I have slept enough to arrange some.

ETA: What the fuck barbeque?

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I watched that 1970 Winterreise when it was first transmitted. I still remember Pears staggering about with his hair all wild.

Pears was an old boy of my school. He came back one time to perform in a performance of Britten's St. Nicholas Cantata.