Monthly Archives July 2010

Letters

“Dear Cal: Just a note of congratulations to Elizabeth & you on the arrival of Hattie Winslow Lowell. I hope everyone is doing nicely - What should I bring her from Brazil, I wonder – an aquamarine for future use?” - From a letter by Elizabeth Bishop to Robert Lowell, January 25, 1957 During my stay at the Elizabeth Bishop House I found myself drawn to a collection of letters between
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Great Village

“Home-made, home-made! But aren’t we all?” - Elizabeth Bishop It’s a small, peaceful place, not much more than four corners and an iron bridge, some very old homes (including this one), a church, some antique stores, a post office, and a filling station. Nearby is the Fundy shore, which no-one describes better than Elizabeth Bishop in her poem, The Moose: Where, silted red, sometimes the sun sets facing a red
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Village Retreat

“A scream, the echo of a scream, hangs over that Nova Scotian village. No one hears it; it hangs there forever, a slight stain in those pure blue skies, skies that travellers compare to those of Switzerland, too dark, too blue, so that they seem to keep on darkening a little more around the horizon – or is it around the rim of the eyes? – the
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Gregorian Chant

Music History 101 tried, really it did. But try as it might, the Donald J. Grout textbook-inspired course had its dry and dusty moments, centuries-old European traditions seemingly a million light years away from the small-town Ontario music school I attended. Some elements grabbed me more than others, usually to do with composers whose work I was learning or had already performed, and tying up the historical facts with audio
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