this poem.  For the contemporary festival.  Get excited.  To be performed sometime in may or june, with the lovely mezzosopran-ish Nadia on the big/shiny/only solo.  Needless to say, I’m extremely excited that we’re moving away from crap pseudo-whatever and onto something I actually like.

So!

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

by: W.B. Yeats

• WENT out to the hazel wood,

  Because a fire was in my head,

  And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

  And hooked a berry to a thread;

   

  And when white moths were on the wing,

  And moth-like stars were flickering out,

  I dropped the berry in a stream

  And caught a little silver trout.

   

  When I had laid it on the floor

  I went to blow the fire a-flame,

  But something rustled on the floor,

  And some one called me by my name:

  It had become a glimmering girl

  With apple blossom in her hair

  Who called me by my name and ran

  And faded through the brightening air.

   

  Though I am old with wandering

  Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

  I will find out where she has gone,

  And kiss her lips and take her hands;

  And walk among long dappled grass,

  And pluck till time and times are done

  The silver apples of the moon,

  The golden apples of the sun.

okay so this is random and brief but before the music ritards and i lose it

i’m listening to philip glass’ metamorphosis five (BECAUSE I’M A DORK THAT’S WHY) and my hand is on my neck and my watch is near my ear and it’s ticking in time.  forgive the lack of punctuation and capitalization, ladies and gentlemen, but this is really cool.

i’m very pleased with this.

also, in the world of modern and repetitive, today I discovered german techno made of remixed birdsong.  rule of the internet: if you can imagine it, it exists.  even if it is some blonde guy you’ve never heard of yammering on and on in german over birdsong computer-parsed to have a thudding beat.  i mean, what?  i am, however, absolutely intrigued.  this guy has something.  i’m not sure what, but something.  more later.