Saturday, January 30, 2016
January 28, 2016
William Byrd in choir rehearsal, that mastery of emotion and form, and afterwards the thought that if music had stopped with Byrd it would have been perfect and utterly achieved. But music did not stop there. Then who thought anything was needed beyond Handel? Beyond Beethoven? The history of art is a kind animal whose segments are separate moments of perfection, grown together, moving together somehow toward some unguessable and distant goal.
More documents from the real estate people. I have to lie down. And then I sleep.