The anguish I feel having to engage in replying to a body I have not seen or felt, makes me grave. The solice I find being alone is now eclipsed and now found myself compromised thinking of you. Be a good wife and lover to your husband. It may kill him. It would be a sweet death. It goess against all ethical and holistic othes to do no harm and help preserve all life.
All the same. Be merry and stay buxom. I will think of you next time I take the train out into the English suburbs and most likely hum a little dream of you.
This is a solid open with the first paragraph clearly carrying an extra force of clarity and incision due either to inspiration - deliberative polish, or a bit of both.
Immediately there is:
a) urgency
b) inner conflict.
This piece closes on the theme of inner conflict shading to an outer one. It might not be *only* the past or the “interior” as antagonist.
There is an “inner world” to this. These thoughts are a pressure that needs to come out and then be seen - as either dauntingly uneventful or bracingly brutal as that may be.
(Comment 1 at first glance, #2 posted when done reading)
What an illuminating way to lead the opening chapter - a Schubert Mass - If this piece is a median where Handel is the right hand - and “sull aria” from Figaro is the other - are you personally favoring the sinuous vocals or the thumping orchestration?
The two counterposed make this choice of yours very remarkable to my own view.
Dearest "B"
I write to you from bed with ice cream in the fridge.
Dear "B"
The anguish I feel having to engage in replying to a body I have not seen or felt, makes me grave. The solice I find being alone is now eclipsed and now found myself compromised thinking of you. Be a good wife and lover to your husband. It may kill him. It would be a sweet death. It goess against all ethical and holistic othes to do no harm and help preserve all life.
All the same. Be merry and stay buxom. I will think of you next time I take the train out into the English suburbs and most likely hum a little dream of you.
X
(Comment 2 - immediately after first digesting)
This is a solid open with the first paragraph clearly carrying an extra force of clarity and incision due either to inspiration - deliberative polish, or a bit of both.
Immediately there is:
a) urgency
b) inner conflict.
This piece closes on the theme of inner conflict shading to an outer one. It might not be *only* the past or the “interior” as antagonist.
There is an “inner world” to this. These thoughts are a pressure that needs to come out and then be seen - as either dauntingly uneventful or bracingly brutal as that may be.
I have a close idea what that feels like.
(Comment 1 at first glance, #2 posted when done reading)
What an illuminating way to lead the opening chapter - a Schubert Mass - If this piece is a median where Handel is the right hand - and “sull aria” from Figaro is the other - are you personally favoring the sinuous vocals or the thumping orchestration?
The two counterposed make this choice of yours very remarkable to my own view.
And by the way (doo look up the lyrics and plot of you don’t know them) - the best sull aria I’ve yet found: https://youtu.be/hChFfR-z39c?si=aisVq9AW2KAYEG6v