09 August 2020

Divers Songs

When sheep cannot sleep, what do they count?.
Porridger's Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

The facts are sonorous but between the facts there’s a whispering. It’s the whispering that astounds me.
— Clarice Lispector

As I noted two weeks since, I got a good start on the Op.119 № 2.  Now that the two Partsongs from a pandemic are done, I am inching towards returning to work on My Life, My Life. I am also mulling an entry for another call.

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