The Slipped Disc daily comfort zone (182): Autumn waltz
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Some lovely phrasing in these pieces. I’m impressed.
This is what a cov-19 Autumn sounds like to me.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
Debussy, Clair de Lune
Pascal Rogé,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c977QdbTImU
The doctor and the artist have much in common. The doctor tends to the weaknesses of the flesh, the infirmities of the mind and artists too are healers. Their art is nourishment for the human soul, without it we whither and die.