Thursday, Feb. 20, 2014 12:01 am
opera poem #4
just viewed a magnificent aida from
the met cast of thousands egyptian
sets animals no elephants though
pleated skirts familiar music but I
have to confess in that final scene
with the lovers radames and aida
entombed beneath the altar amneris
prostrate up top snuffling (the split
set sort of resembles a dollhouse)
the pathos is somewhat lost on me
I keep hearing mr rosewater from
kurt vonnegut’s god bless you mr
rosewater when that gentleman
watching a performance of aida
leans over the balcony, calls out
“you will last a lot longer if you don’t try
to sing” a line I’ve found useful in a number
of situations not all involving song
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