Archives for February 15, 2004

There for the seeing

Is all loveliness,

White limbs moving

Light in wantonness.

Gay go the dancers,

I stand and see,

Gaze, till their glances

Steal myself from me.

“Obmittatus studia,” Carmina Burana (trans. Helen Waddell)

I’m off to Missouri today to spend a few days with my family. I’ll be bringing along my iBook, and insofar as possible I’ll be posting from there, but don’t expect a Mississippi-like flow of fugitive thoughts.

The good news is that Our Girl will most likely be putting in her oar from time to time, and I’ll be back in Manhattan Thursday afternoon to resume Balanchine-related activities, not to mention a certain amout of blogging.

Be nice while I’m gone, O.K.?

Some things to think about as I head out the door:

(1) What book have you owned longest–the actual copy, I mean?

(2) If you could wish a famous painting out of existence, what would it be?

(3) If you had to live in a film, what would it be?

(4) If you had to live in a song, what would it be?

(5) What’s the saddest work of art you know? And does experiencing it make you similarly sad?