Mozart's Fantasy in D minor. Also: Because.
Attempt to partially clarify reaction to The Tempest. Hwaet! The argument: The Tempest is the closest Shakespeare comes to showing the essential unity between music and literature. The overall tenor is so uncanny, and the work itself demands such a multitude of emotional reactions that it defies verbal articulation - it's music, or magic, whichever you prefer. The peculiar combination of both fairy-tale outlandishness and a far more "personal" feeling both heightens the emotional reaction and a reader's emotional interaction w/ the play, mirroring a person's response to a musical piece - something almost infinitely abstracted and yet soul-stirringly intimate. See also the constant references to sounds and the auditory aspects of the Island itself + the frequency of lyrics w/in the script (Rondo in A minor). The Tempest, in other words, draws attention to the musica de la palabra. Anyhoo, think the basic "writing about music is like dancing about architecture" principle applies here. That's about that. It's Saturday, praise Bacchus. Mhm. Memorizing Ode to a Nightingale. Not a terribly original choice, but who needs originality when you have Keats going all highschool-angsty? "My heart aches, and a dull numbness pains / my sense, as though from hemlock I had drunk / or emptied some dull opiate to the drains / one minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk" if my memory serves. Still probs gonna try'n'memorize Tempest dough. Not terribly original for free-writing either. Guess I think in loops. In loops. In loops. Looper. Lark looper. I want to write a person. Will this make me a nicer human being? I doubt it. But I want to write a person. Lark Looper? Ditzy. Highschooler. Big glasses. Calls to mind a less rugged, pudgier version of Gordon-Levitt in Brick if he'd read less hard-boiled pulp fiction. Likes baseball because he likes stats. Quiet at first, warms up quickly. Genuine guy. Father out of the picture, mother bubbly elementary teacher. Only child, apple of said mother's shining blue eye. Happy enough, wants a life, doesn't know where or how to get it. Half-subconsciously resents mother's attention, better off remarried. Plays drums in highschool marching band, looks like a dork when he does it, loves it anyway. Friends few but loyal, mostly oddballs, "hi/bye" friends many. Watches inordinate amts of TV for no apparent reason, baseball and miscellaneous. Bright in everything but math. Not lazy, but not terribly enterprising either. Doesn't care about appearances. This isn't a person. What makes Lark Looper tick? Lark's got "nice-guy syndrome," unable to say no. Starts booking? Friday evenings he takes a 91 Miata (fathers?) and goes for long cruises w/ the top down to nowhere. Blegh.
