The vowels of the wolves.
Oddities of the octopodes.
Owls of Derision.
Elefanten i værelset.
A nit of radius porpoise.
No cobras in our cupboards, thank you.
— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners--I don’t like them, myself. They’re pretty bad, I grieve over them, long winter evenings.
— Bogart in The Big Sleep
I am thrilled to hear from various friends that they are planning to attend the Dark Side of the Dance Floor program in the Library, and pleased too that Pam Marshall and Alan Westby will tune in to the livestream on Facebook.
I found a most interesting Call whose reward is a commissioning fee of $1,000 to write a new work for violin and cimbalom (8 minutes or longer). The scores I’ve sent for consideration are Dark Side of the Sun and Plotting (y is the new x.)
And: my work eight years since on White Nights.
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