Leave for Lisa Scola Prosek's in what seems (with the late schedule of late) the middle of the night, but it's mid-morning, and by arrival, close to noon, for the annual San Francisco Composers Chamber Orchestra retreat with
Erling Wold,
Lisa, and
Martha Stoddard. There's time thereafter to sneak down to
Half Moon Bay's
Redondo Beach
(evidently a favorite)
to
video
Songs on Crane: V. The Heart (In the Desert)
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," . . .
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
Return
to
the final performance of Fresh Voices: Program B (a pleasure once again to hear Aldan Jenks's Letter from Linda, Robert Denham's Sutter Creek [enriched by new visuals, which the dedicated Wayne Wong had requested], David Garner's Medea Alone, and Jeff Myers's The Hunger Art), and finally home, lamentably laden with a tombstone set from a negligent party, alas. No matter. Directors Harriet, Meghan, and I soldier on, and upon return edit and post more
Waiting for Godot, including XXIX. His Hat! and incorporate the first movement of Magnificat into Vespers.
