August 3, 2023
Rose light, taking in the deep music of the rain. Russell and DJ and I saw Oppenheimer last night. Ungainly as art, necessary as chronicle.
Sometimes trying to think of the perfect work of art I hit upon something close, or on the mark:
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met—or never parted—
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace. enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, forever!
Don’t know if this is the whole poem, but it’s what came into my ear, and made me glad.
First bit of Messiah that I ever sung: “And the glory of the Lord,” in high school, for some forgotten reason. I assumed the teachers had a list of masterpieces that could finally be brought out when the students reached a certain age. Never got to Bach until college.
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