Thursday, 11 November 2004
Ports of Call
By Emmanuel Chabrier, Jean Sibelius, Jacques Ibert, Hugo Alfven, Alexander Borodin, Bedrich Smetana, Pyotr Il'yich Tchaikovsky, Eiji Oue
Chabrier - España Rhapsody
Sloss Furnaces National Historic Landmark, Birmingham, AL
8 August 2004 - D30, f/3.5 1/30s, ISO-100
Swift and light was the homeward commute, thirty minutes of exhilaration and European majesty where deep within the confines of the southeast the triangle rings of Chabrier and Sibelius. Brassy mountains rise in the background of woodwind fields. Poetry in la melodie. Rhythm in the colours of sound. From the speakers trickle then gush España Rhapsody saturating the air with a lilt of buoyant feet and swirling, twirling skirts. It was an other-worldly aural transport that no tailgating highway heathen could find.
I don't think there is anything more nourishing for the imagination than a good work of fiction or a fun romp between the verbs of la vie.
The more I read the more I am kicking myself for the years when I told myself I did not have the time. "Make time, Jon," I tell myself, and I should have done so. Not only has my reading speed suffered (it was nothing spectacular to begin with), but there are so many stories and elegant inversions of the adjective-noun standard that are still waiting to be discovered.
Brilliance within the text, the wordsmiths pound a wrought sentence into stately parallel structure.
Role models they become and my jealousy rightfully to them.