Saturday, October 11, 2014

butterfly couplet

What's lighter and more airy than a butterfly in flight?
The answer is its shadow in a dance of golden light.

Monday, March 3, 2014

End of a Marriage

Meera announced to me on Saturday, March 1st, that the first documents for initiating her divorce from me are ready and she needs me to go up to Union City to sign them.

It breaks my heart. I love her as much as I did when I fell in love with her more than 17 years ago. I love our family and it breaks my heart to see it torn apart this way.

It has been a grueling 16 months. I feel I did all I could to reconcile with her and repair our marriage, but, from what I can tell, her resolve to end it was sure and unwavering from the day she asked for a separation in October 2012.

Meera is moving on with her life, but will continue to share the parenting responsibilities with me. I will continue to do what I can to support her and encourage her when that is welcomed by her and appropriate. I also resolve to give her the space and distance, and try not to impinge on her peace of mind, her freedom to live her life, and fulfill herself according to her needs and desires.

I will continue to keep the lines of communication open to the best of my ability, and strive to understand her needs and feelings when she expresses them, and refrain from imposing my emotional burdens on her.

I will continue to love her, and wish her well. I will strive not to encroach on her life and pursuit of happiness when I'm battling with my own demons.

I will continue to honor, and love, and respect, and admire her. Meeting her, the good years we shared together, the creation and nurturing of our beautiful children, have been the most fulfilling and wonderful experiences of my life, and I will always cherish the blessings Meera's brilliant and generous soul have brought me.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

true life sonnet

Rural Revolution: Country Alarm Clock

The day began with Julian still asleep,
With thirteen minutes till his bus was due.
I thought, because his slumber was so deep,
Attempts to get him up just would not do.

And, being one who likes to take his time
To shower, dress, and look his very best
To send him out unkempt would be a crime:
Perhaps I’ll let him sleep and get his rest.

But no, I said, “Wake up!” and gave a poke
Then went to brew some coffee for us two,
While he, my son once bidden to awake, awoke;
His preparations in a flash were through.

   "So I don’t miss the bus, Dad, would you drive?”
   Well played, he was the first one to arrive.

This actually happened this morning, every word is true, except some of the quotes aren't strictly verbatim.  Julian, who is 14 and has recently developed a taste for black coffee in the morning, has to get to the bus stop by 7:00.  I woke up at 6:44 a.m. I woke him up at 6:47. 

I googled for a clock reading that time. Found a photo in a post by another blogspot user (a delightful early morning story as well). I cropped the photograph and decided it looked better in negative when after I accidentally flipped it.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

you'll thank yourself later

Fill thy dishwasher while ye may, 
Old dishes molder green: 
And these same saucers that smell today 
Tomorrow will shine clean.

 I'm going to be late for work, but at least I'll come home to clean dishes and counter space.

I poked n stroked till my wrist got numb
An you know I heard some dish-washer humm

Friday, July 26, 2013

Musica Della Sera Playlists

Recently something has changed and the data for our playlists is not being updated to appear in Google Search. I noticed this because it's handy for me to check to see whether or not Meera or me have played a piece recently.  I don't know what has changed.  The link to our playlist has been kind of buried several levels downs in the (fairly) new KUSP blog pages as part of the web presence remodel. 

Maybe if I put the link here, the search crawler won't miss it, so here is the main playlist page for Musica della sera: Voila!  This year's playlists for Musica della sera Thursday evening classical radio show on KUSP Radio: Come and get it, web crawler!  We're here, we're here!

The Musica della sera blog page is here:

Monday, December 17, 2012

Musica Della Sera Music Blogs now at KUSP Website

Announcement to Musica Della Sera listeners!

Meera Collier-Mitchell and I host Musica della sera, a classical music radio show heard Thursday nights 7-9:30 Pacific on KUSP, Santa Cruz.  I'm pleased to announce that the show now has a regular blog presence on the KUSP Blog Page.

Please bookmark the link to the new location: Musica della sera Music Blog.  You'll find a link there to our playlists, as well as posts with information about the music we play, and also music video clips related to the programs.

See you there!

─Nicholas Mitchell

Nota Bene
Comments, requests, suggestions, and feedback are encouraged and appreciated, especially during this launch period.  You can comment on individual blog posts, or tweet me at @puxxled or Meera at @MeeraHyphenated, or "friend" us on Facebook at Nicholas Mitchell and Meera Collier-Mitchell.

(With the advent of the Musica della sera blog on KUSP, I will no longer post program notes for the radio show here on my Positively Puzzled blog, but hope to resume contributing general content.)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Keyboard Stylings of Blasco de Nebra

Program Notes for Musica della sera broadcast of Thursday, November 29, 2012.  (Available for streaming until 12/6/12 on the KUSP Music Show Player.)

This week's program of Musica della sera opens with a keyboard composition of Manuel Blasco de Nebra (1750-1784).  He, like his father, was organist for the Seville Cathedral. He died young, and only a fraction of his compositions have survived─but enough to show his expressive talent. The influence of Domenico Scarlatti is immediately noticeable, but more the introspective sweetness than the dazzling virtuosity.  I only recently discovered this composer from this Harmonia Mundi recording that KUSP possesses  It features Spanish pianist Javier Perianes, also new to me.

The virtuosity and sweetness of Domenico Scarlatti follows in a performance of Georgian-American pianist Eteri Andjaparidze. I discovered Scarlatti in my young teens through the wonderful recordings of Vladimir Horowitz, so I'm quite at home hearing these harpsichord pieces played on piano. I hear a similarity of Horowitz's sensibility in Andjaparidze' interpretation.

I discovered the music of Francesco Maria Veracini on the same evening I discovered Blasco de Nebra, on the left side of the KUSP's vast classical music shelf; this has created wholly arbitrary association between the two composers for me.  Here is one of Veracini's violin sonatas featuring John Holloway.

Sammartini's Recorder Sonata in F Major is one of the greatest hits of the high baroque.  Michala Petri is just the highly acclaimed recorder virtuoso of our day to perform it.

Alessandro Scarlatti was Domenico's very prolific father.  Famous for his many operas, here is an instrumental work for a small ensemble, unusual in that its final movement is a virtuosic toccata for solo harpsichord. 

We hear trumpet virtuoso Maurice André plays two baroque concertos, by Vivaldi and Loeillet, as I continue my adventures in vinyl, revisiting the sounds of the past, of which the Musical Heritage Society was a big part.

The next three pieces are dedicated to my 9-year old son who is a few weeks in to learning how to play the trombone.  The Hosannah by Franz Liszt features the bass trombone that fairly makes the walls shake. The next two trombone pieces are by Bernhard Krol, a horn player now in his 90's, and celebrated 19th Century trombonist Friedrich August Belcke.

Next Dieter Klöcker, clarinet, and the Vlach Quartet Prague, perform Samuel Gardner's Hebrew Fantasy.  This is one of several delightful compositions on Jewish themes arranged for clarinet and string quartet in a  a 2-disc set on the CPO label: Esquisses Hébraïques: Clarinet Quintets on Jewish Themes.

The show concludes with two songs by Franz Liszt sung by Angelika Kirchschlager: "La Perla" (The Pearl), sung in Italian, and "Wandrers Nachtlied I: Der du von dem Himmel bist", by Goethe. This is Liszt's 3rd version from 1860.  The first version from 1842 is also featured on the Hyperion album.

La Perla (The Pearl) by Thérèse von Hohenlohe-Waldenburg

Sono del mare bianca la figlia,
son di conchiglia
pegno d’amor.
Nella nativa carcere oscura
vivo sicura
senza dolor.
Madre amorosa mi chiude in seno,
fronte sì pieno
di voluttà.
Aura non beo, luce non veggo,
eppur non chieggo
più libertà.
Ahi! se per forza dal fondo mio
tolta son io,
tratta lassù,
a lume giungo, l’aer respiro,
ma già sospiro
per schiavitù!
In vil mercato passo venduta
e rivenduta
col nuovo sol,
chi non si cura di mia bellezza,
chi l’accarezza,
chi sua la vuol.
Finché per ultimo forse in un serto
di spin conserta
io brillerò,
e come lagrima pendula al ciglio,
il duol d’esiglio
I am the daughter of the white sea,
I am the love-token
Of the shellfish.
In my dark native prison
I live in safety,
Without pain.
A loving mother holds me to her breast,
With a face so full
Of delight.
I feel no breeze, I see no light,
Yet I ask
No greater freedom.
Ah! If I am taken by force
From my bed,
And dragged up above,
I reach the light, I breathe the air,
But sigh
That I am enslaved!
In base trading I am sold
And resold
Each new day.
One ignores my beauty,
Another cherishes it,
And wants it for his own.
Until at last, in a crown
Of thorns,
I shall perhaps shine,
And like an eye’s quivering tear
The pangs of exile.

Wandrers Nachtlied, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe     

    Der du von dem Himmel bist,
    Alles Leid und Schmerzen stillest,
    Den, der doppelt elend ist,
    Doppelt mit Erquickung füllest;
    Ach, ich bin des Treibens müde!
    Was soll all der Schmerz und Lust?
    Süßer Friede,
    Komm, ach komm in meine Brust!

Translation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

Wanderer's Nightsong

    Thou that from the heavens art,
    Every pain and sorrow stillest,
    And the doubly wretched heart
    Doubly with refreshment fillest,
    I am weary with contending!
    Why this rapture and unrest?
    Peace descending
    Come ah, come into my breast!