Hi Sean - thanks for commenting on my Brumaire - I'm going to be learning a lot from being here ... your knowledge on many subjects is obviously very wide and broad - I look forward to more.
"...calling out like a bird from the heavens...", lovely, though sadly I suspect not. Probably for the best mind you. Everything must end. It is better that way, I do suggest, on reflection.
Dead is dead, I suppose, too. Exitus. Finish. The End. ;-)
When thinking of his end four years ago, following lines, following metapher came into my mind: 'And it is a small gap in this order. Perhaps this place is for me. The day will come, and in such crane flock I'll swim in the same blue-grey haze'. That is why I chose this very song. Sentimental humbug, one could say. And why not? Thoughts are free.
Hi Sean - thanks for commenting on my Brumaire - I'm going to be learning a lot from being here ... your knowledge on many subjects is obviously very wide and broad - I look forward to more.
ReplyDeleteI note he very sadly died from a brain tumour.
All the best - Hilary
You are welcome, Hilary.
DeleteDmitri Hvorostovsky is my Luciano Pavarotti amongst the baritones. A fascinating character.
"...calling out like a bird from the heavens...", lovely, though sadly I suspect not. Probably for the best mind you. Everything must end. It is better that way, I do suggest, on reflection.
ReplyDeleteDead is dead, I suppose, too. Exitus. Finish. The End. ;-)
DeleteWhen thinking of his end four years ago, following lines, following metapher came into my mind: 'And it is a small gap in this order. Perhaps this place is for me. The day will come, and in such crane flock I'll swim in the same blue-grey haze'.
That is why I chose this very song. Sentimental humbug, one could say. And why not? Thoughts are free.