The apples are all getting tinted
In the cool light of autumn
—John Ashbery (from The Skaters)
Right now, the Hudson Valley is awash in apples and winter squash, and the blaze of color is nearing its peak on the hills.
Indoors, exuberant discussions about the New York poets are underway at ModPo on subjects like “Living on the Margin” in Ginsberg’s Howl and John Ashbery and the Chapter 8 poets; “The Sublime Simplicity of Reality” O’Hara’s A Step Away From Them; and “Even these dreams in similar people’s heads,” about a poem by Barbara Guest.
At the music course, the staff have reached out and made a number of adjustments, including addition of some helpful listening aids. There’s been an entertaining discussion about the coughing epidemic at concert halls and a raging debate about where in the Mozart assignment the second theme starts that I’m not even sure I want to comprehend.
While I continue in the vain effort to keep up with this, here is a sampling of the continuing fall season and a bit of music for anyone who happens by.
Piano Works of Leoš Janáček
On YouTube: Leoš Janáček – On the Overgrown Path – Book I (1 of 4)
The photographs, taken by me, are of Innisfree Garden and Buttercup Farm.