Death Be Not Proud
When my computer arrives in Madrid, I think I will finally finish setting Donne’s poem to music. I am amazed how frequently it comes to mind and soothes me given that I ultimately do not believe the sentiments in it at all. Perhaps it is merely the extraordinary majesty of the sound of the poem [...]
Teiresias
How much I would trade for a writer like Sophocles in our world! Φεῦ φεῦ, φρονεῖν ὡς δεινὸν ἔνθα μὴ τέλη λύῃ φρονοῦντι. (Woe, woe! How evil a thing is knowledge when it brings no good to the knower!)