Mozart’s String Quartet in G —the allegro playing softly in memory. For me it carries the sense of standing on a dark riverbank with far off light starting to appear over the forest. Gloomy river and the promise of improved weather. Anyway I like the sadder parts of Mozart. He seems more honest in the sad registers.
Let’s be candid though. Mozart could get people to dance. This is a time of dolor and we will need joy to get through unless you’re a thick head. You may read into that what you will.
I like the sadder parts of Mozart. I love Book 11 of The Odyssey. I favor the underworld in the Kalevala. I like the image of death’s swans gliding silently over the frozen lake of the afterlife. I like bitter candies.
This morning, walking in downtown Washington, DC without my guide dog, waving my white cane, merely looking for coffee, I was accosted by two homeless men. They descended upon me and fought over which one of them was going to escort me across the street. It’s a sad world. I wrenched free and plunged into traffic. Survived. Got coffee. I’m on the waiting list for a new guide dog as mine has retired. Thought of how people will generally leave you alone if you’re navigating with a big ass dog. Thought of how I might have been killed this morning looking for Starbucks. Thought of the swans mentioned above.
Yes this is a strange and uphill life for most of us. Those who don’t see it that way think Trump is a great dancer.
Planet of the Blind 