Central Park Conservatory Garden, October 30, 2017.
And here is Poulenc:
Poulenc in Paris
Francis Poulenc (1899-1963), Trois mouvements perpétuels (1918), performed by Pascal Rogé.
. . . Trois mouvements perpétuels . . . swept the drawing-rooms of Europe. Here the Parisian and provincial elements in Poulenc’s make-up jostle each other, with occasional attempts at coalescence: the tunes are superbly naïve (Ravel envied Poulenc his ability “to write his own folksongs”), while the little flourishes with which each piece “signs off” are the epitome of urban irony. [citation]
Credits: The source for the quotation may be found at the link in the text. The secondary source for the photograph of Poulenc is here; the original source can no longer be found. The remaining photographs, as always on the blog unless otherwise indicated, are mine.
In casting about for a poem to accompany the photographs on this post, I pulled Paroles, a slim book of poems by Jacques Prévert, from my book shelf. The photographs, by the way, are of the Central Park Conservatory garden in late March, with snow still on the ground, and late May. Continue reading
Einstein has remembered us
Savior of the daffodils!
—William Carlos Williams
St. Francis Einstein of the Daffodils (first version)
Innisfree opened early, and the daffodils are out! Continue reading
Poulenc in Paris
If I no longer send you my music it is because I simply do not think it would interest you any more.
—Poulenc to Igor Stravinsky, Letter 343 (1962)
I used to listen to composer Francis Poulenc’s Gloria and Stabat Mater so much that I wore them out. From time to time, I’ve thought to add some pieces to my Poulenc listening repertoire, but I never got very far. I did, however, read Echo and Source, Selected Correspondence 1915-1963, on a prompt from David Nice: Continue reading