Tag Archives: Francis Poulenc

And The Eyes Have It

On occasion, something shows up in my inbox that intrigues me enough that, if I can’t get to it right away, I let it sit there as a “holding place.” One such thing was Al Filreis’s alert of a new Poem Talk about John Giorno’s poem/sound performance piece “Everyone is a complete disappointment.” Whatever the poem was about, that title caught my attention. 

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A Feast of Chamber Music

Thanks to David Nice’s Russian Music class, I’ve been introduced not only to a wealth of chamber music I didn’t know, but also to a cornucopia of brilliant musicians. In a past class, this included Boris Giltburg, and in the most recent class Alina Ibragimova and Benjamin Baker—and through Baker, Daniel Lebhardt. Continue reading

In a City Garden

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