The leaves have fallen and turned to a brown carpet on the ground, and the trees are bare. The predominant colors are brown and gray, with some stray red leaves and berries here and there. But it's not quite Winter yet, and while there's frost in the mornings, the afternoon air is still mild. This is the waiting time, waiting for Winter to arrive and maybe, just maybe, some snow.
The old railroad trestle on the Dykeman Walking Trail
A section of the Dykeman Walking Trail
Asian Bittersweet berries in the Dykeman Spring wetland
The Dykeman Park creek flows under the railroad tracks
The cantata I've chosen to post today is both magnificent and unique in Bach's work - BWV 60, O Ewigkeit, du Donnerwort [Dialogus] II (O Eternity, thou word of thunder, Leipzig 1723). The cantata is a dialogue between Fear (alto) and Hope (tenor), in the end resolved by the Holy Spirit (bass). And the closing chorale, with it's chromatic harmonic structure, is 200 years ahead of its time! Here's what the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music had to say about this cantata:
Composed in November of 1723, Bach O Ewigkeit, du Donnerwort, BWV 60became
an enormous favorite among the fin de siècle intelligentsia in Vienna.
The final chorale, perhaps the most extreme of any chorale setting, was
the backbone of the Berg Violin Concerto. The Austrian expressionistic
poet, painter and playwright Oskar Kokoshka, sketched an astonishing
series of drawings based upon the cantata and its dialogue between Fear
and Hope. The content of this dialogue is one of the most intense,
neurotic and immeshed thirteen minutes of music ever written. This
exploration into the human psyche seemed to fascinate Bach as is evident
in a few other cantatas (BWV26, 70, 90) that precede Advent.
In the first movement the icy-cold chorale "O Ewigkeit du
Donnerwort" appears in the alto voice (fear), doubled by a horn, above
trembling strings and a hysterical tenor. An even more unstable
recitative follows in which Fear sings a tragic, agonizing and forever
searching melisma on the word “torture”. This leads directly to the
bony and unpleasant duet with violin and oboe d'amore. Jagged dotted
rhythms and slippery scale passages live together in an uneasy truce.
Hope, significantly, has the final word; his melodic line continuing
after Fear has spoken. In the recitative/arioso that follows, the voice
of the Holy Ghost appears more as an arbiter than a comforter. The
opening whole tone scale and disjunct phrase lengths of the final
chorale are hair-raising in their instability. The text, however, does
offer some kind of comfort in its acceptance of death.
The performance I've chosen for today is a 1998 recording by the Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra and Choir under the direction of Ton Koopman. Enjoy!
The weather has turned colder and wetter, and we've had some high winds lately, especially last night and earlier this morning. So the trees are getting pretty bare, except for the Oaks, who always hang on to their leaves until the new ones bud in the Spring. I tried to catch both the nakedness of the trees as well as the spots of color here and there on this morning's walk. I also came across a Mockingbird feasting on Bittersweet berries in the Dykeman Spring wetland, so intent on its meal that it totally ignored my presence. November is being November.
I stopped by Branch Creek at King St. on the way to the park to admire the scene
There are more leaves on the ground than on the trees on this stretch of the Dykeman Walking Trail
It's a Bittersweet berry feast for this Mockingbird
Part of the Dykeman wetland complete with Purple Martin hotel
The creek in the park with the new bridge in the background
This week's Bach cantata belies its title - Falsche Welt, dir trau ich nicht! (False world, I trust you not, Leipzig, 1726). Despite the gloomy title, this solo cantata for soprano consists of some amazingly joyous music, starting with the opening sinfonia, which is a restating of the first movement of his Brandenburg Concerto #1. This uprush of orchestral joy is followed by the recitative that gives this cantata its title, but then is followed by a more positive message and more joyful music. And although this is a solo cantata for soprano, the music is incredibly lush and complex for the genre. This is a treat from any perspective! Here's what Simon Crouch has to say on the subject:
One may ask What's a bit of Brandenburg Concerto doing here?.
Indeed, given the somewhat pessimistic outlook of the rest of the
cantata, an adaptation of the first movement of BWV 1046
does seem a little out of place. It does establish the key of F
major nicely I suppose, but perhaps it's simply that a bunch of
Sebastian's friends were in town that week and he wanted to give them
something to play! The recitative that follows the opening sinfonia
establishes the mood of gloom and the soprano aria counters that with
trust in God. This latter is a pleasant piece, with attractive string
accompaniment. The next recitative is followed by another attractive
soprano aria that reiterates the message of faith in the Lord being the
one true salvation. Robertson points out that the opening orchestral
gesture (played by the oboes) in this movement bears a resemblance to
the aria V'adoro pupile from Handel's Giulio Cesare.
You might like to judge for yourself whether this is one master quoting
another or simply a coincidental use of common musical language. The
cantata is completed by a straightforward chorale setting.
Today's performance is from a 2003 recording in the Waalse Kerk in Amsterdam by the Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra and Choir under the direction of Ton Koopman. Enjoy!
It's that time of year again, time for buying gifts for the Winter holidays, and once again I've updated my calendars for sale on Lulu.com to 2018. I've also lowered the price this year. So if you like my photography and want some to hang in your place, or you want to give it as a gift to others, click on this link to my spotlight page and check it out. And aside from my calendars there's my photo book On a Cold Winter's Night celebrating the Winter holidays, with lots of photos of candles, greenery, and SNOW! Below are examples of what you'll see.
Autumn is fading into Winter. After the cooler weather arrived and we got our brief burst of color, even colder weather has moved in and the colors wash out and the leaves fall from the trees. Nature is turning all brown and gray, but there are spots of color here and there - remaining leaves, the red Barberries, and the orange and yellow Asian Bittersweet berries so beloved of Autumn decorators. A walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park this morning provides some examples.
Of the three cantatas Bach composed for the 22nd Sunday after Trinity, this one is my favorite - BWV 55, Ich armer Mensch, ich Sündenknecht (I, wretched man, a slave to sin), Leipzig, 1726. This solo cantata for tenor is a beautiful interaction between the singer and the small ensemble, intimate and simple, and yet the interactions create a subtle complexity. This 1930 essay by German musicologist Arnold Schering of Berlin points this out far better than I can:
One of the emotions which artists of the Baroque period were wont
to portray with intense realism is religious confession of sin. In realizing
the enormous guilt of sinful man in the expiatory death of Christ, Schütz
and Bach join issue in warmth of expression with the greatest accuser
of the human heart – St. Augustine. One of the most powerful compositions
of this character was the Alto Rhapsody by Heinrich Schütz entitled
“Was hast du verwirket, o du alter holdseligster Knab’ Jesu
Christi” from the Kleine Geistliche Konzerte of 1639.
Others, including North German masters, followed suit, but nothing of
equal value was produced until the advent of Bach. His tenor cantata
“Ich armer Mensch,” written about 1731/32 for the 22nd Sunday
after Trinity, intensifies the pathos of Schütz to a confession
of sin amounting almost to spiritual self-torture. Hardly ever –
not even in Wagner’s Parsifal – has the nullity
of human nature and its need for redemption been expressed so passionately
and so acutely as here, with no glimmer of hope or comfort till the
end.
The poem of the unknown author formed a strong frame upon which Bach
could work. The two arias and recitatives evoke powerful pictures which
are enhanced and strengthened by the music. The instrumentation in itself
is singular: flute and oboe in close combination, contrasting with the
string orchestra in three parts. The absence of the viola enables the
unusually high tenor part in the cantata to explore at will the whole
range of tone between the bass and second violin, the full gamut in
the complete work extending from E flat to B flat. The first twelve
bars of the prelude typify melodic development, together with sobbing
phrases in the violins constitute the immediate atmosphere of grief
which pervades the whole; the consecutive sixths in the two wind instruments
denote tribulation rather than despair. With the entry of the voice unbounded
hopelessness reigns supreme. This entry comes as a surprise, as something
new and unpremeditated, a wailing heartfelt cry of the soul, echoed
in the high register by the oboe. Bach now gives expression to the further
self-accusations of the tenor in a wonderfully constructed six-part
movement, in parallel and contrary motion, which later, together with
the employment of single parts, in cantabile or detached phrases, lead
to an unequalled intensity of passion.
For Bach, self-persecution was ever synonymous with self-questioning;
hence arises the main, vocal, thematic material of the movement. The
appearance before God is announced in a diatonic measured theme, which
is immediately resolved into lamenting, and a few bars later into whining,
chromatic, figures, which in their scantiness of accompaniment, exhibit
a tragic picture of utter helplessness. In the middle of the movement
the righteous and unrighteous are deftly symbolized by those invisible
yet clearly defined means which Bach employed during the course of his
creative activity with utmost scientific clarity of spirit. But this
middle section is by no means independent, for it is constantly interrupted
by the cry "I pitiful man, I slave of sin". The last two,
also unaccompanied, condense and unite all previous expression, and
conclude a composition which makes the highest intellectual and technical
demands upon the singer.
There was, at that time, no poet who, on seeing a Bach aria complete
before him, was capable of following it up with anything on an equally
poetic level. It would have required the trenchant speech of the psalmist
to give adequate answer, instead of which, however, there follows in
the recitative only a weak imitation of Psalm 139. But Bach’s
imagination, still aglow with the design of the aria, was able to invest
this with extraordinary energy and bold gradations of light and shade.
The cry for mercy follows the confession of sin. The spiritual condition
undergoes but little change; the feeling of unworthiness and the consciousness
of slavery in sin remain unaltered. Though the music (now only in three
part harmony) is more even, and flowing in motion, it is no less strong
in expression. In it there is something of the repentant spirit which
permeates the "Erbarme dich" of the Matthew Passion, and
which is recalled by the wailing and imploring figures of the solo instrument.
But in contrast to the pure B minor key of the latter, Bach begins here
in the key of D minor veiled by E flat. The fact that the section as
a whole is of shorter duration, and grants longer pauses to the singer,
was determined by the foregoing music. In the accompanied final recitative
the poet and composer elucidate the meaning of the soul’s state
once more, but unfortunately without achieving complete unity pf purpose
at the end. The concluding chorale is founded on the 4th verse of Joh.
Rist’s "Werde munter, mein Gemüte."
The performance I've chosen for today makes this intimate cantata even more so - a 2012 recording by the early music ensemble Il Gardellino in Brussels, featuring tenor Jan Kobow and under the direction of oboist Marcel Ponseele. Enjoy!
We've gotten into a much cooler weather pattern and the Autumn colors are finally popping around here. I got these shots yesterday morning while out running errands before the rain (mixed with sleet and snow!) made being outdoors messy.
Bach composed four cantatas for the 21st Sunday after Trinity, but I had no problem choosing which one to post for today - BWV 109, Ich glaube, lieber Herr, hilf meinem Unglauben! (I believe, dear Lord, help my unbelief), Leipzig, 1723. This is one of Bach's most amazingly beautiful cantatas; it's also one of his most powerful. The late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music wrote an essay on this piece that deserves repeating here in its entirety:
Even in the context of the incredible
riches of the 1st Jahrgang, the Cantata BWV 109 is
one of the gigantic peaks of inspiration. Much of extraordinary
quality is the psychological insight of his reading
of the Gospel from John for the 21st Sunday after Trinity.
The story is simple. A nobleman approaches Jesus and
begs him to come to his house to cure his son who is
dying. Jesus tells him to go home; that his son will
live. The man says that he believes and goes home.
He returns home to find his son well. He asks his servants
when the son recovered his health and they tell him
the time, the same as when he spoke to Jesus. From
then on the man and his whole household believed. Bach’s
path is to imagine what the man was thinking on his
way home, before he found out that his son was cured.
The whole cantata is about doubt. It uses as the New
Testament reading for its opening chorus not the Gospel
for the day but rather a passage from Mark concerning
another miracle of Jesus, in which a man cries “I
believe, help thou mine unbelief.”
This reading sets off a pattern of
wavering faith that weaves itself throughout the cantata.
Bach uses an elaborate almost Wagnerian system of motives,
which advise us of the believer’s progress throughout
the cantata.
The opening chorus begins with a melody of staggering
dimensions. It is 16 bars of continuous unfolding melody
that travels through intricacies of texture and harmony
but never stops, never cadences, and finally winds
down into the entrance of the chorus. The melody is
pitched quite high and often has a corno da caccia
doubling the tune, which is usually carried by the
violins and oboes. This melody certainly stands for
the voice of God, for the steadfastness of faith. Bach
did something like this earlier in the 1st Jahrgang with the high horn part in the Cantata BWV 136. Here,
however, its length and the enormous permutations that
it undergoes throughout the course of the sixteen bars
make for a unique gesture. The melody has in its inception
large leaps that give it a broad arc and grandeur,
but its continual spinning keeps re-energizing the
material. Those leaping fifths and sixths have become,
by the 12th bar a leap of a ninth. There is a wonderful
moment later where we think we have come to the end
and we have cadenced in the tonic. But the tune keeps
spinning out for another three bars. It is as if Bach
wants it never to stop.
The actual choral entrance uses the opening material,
first in one voice, then the whole chorus. By this
time we think that we know what this chorus is about.
But suddenly at bar 22 the line is fragmented, chopped
up and destroyed. Under this chorus fragmentation is
a little appogiatura figure in the orchestra, first
subtly introduced in a subsidiary instrument in the
opening ritornello. This figure by now prominent and
aggressive, functions almost as a signpost to the pilgrim’s
progress. It will remain with us throughout the cantata.
Almost is if to show us that we are dealing with an
individual’s doubt in the context of a believing
community, the texture of both the orchestra and especially
the chorus is very erratic. Few choruses in all of
Bach have so many moments where only one or two voices
are singing. This creates a transparency of texture
that gives Bach enormous opportunities for subtlety
of harmony and counterpoint. The melismas of two voices
create some of the most ravishing and revealing sounds
in the whole piece. Listen to the passage on the text ‘help
my unbelief” for the altos and the tenors accompanied
by transparent playing of the opening motive. The “help
my unbelief’ side of the father comes to the
fore at the end of the piece with the melismas piling
up over not the “belief “ motive but the
appogiatura motive by this time aggressive and pounding.
Although it closes with a complete statement of the
opening sixteen bars, the movement thus ends in a state
of great ambiguity.
The secco tenor recitative continues the wavering of
belief. Forte phrases of assurance alternate with doubting
piano phrases. The recitative begins in Bb and wanders
through several keys until the remarkable cadence in
E minor. Notice how the questioning voice ends on the
dominant seventh chord which is then resolved only
by the precipitous bass plunge down to low E.
The tenor aria #3 brings back the
appogiatura motive, this time more prominent and menacing.
It is combined with a manic dotted figure that becomes
more and more extravagant throughout the melody. The
voice line sings this same awkward and extreme theme,
combined with hysterical triplets on the word “wanket”[wavering]
The B section is even more remarkable. The text, ”Des
Glaubens Docht glimmt kaum hervor,”(The
wick of faith glows dimly) is imaginatively drawn by
continual and progressively downward spiraling harmony.
The last line “Die Furcht macht stetig neuen
Schmerz” brings
one of the most shocking chord progressions in all
of Bach. The new grief is not only portrayed by the
shocking cadence but the recapitulation of the A section
after that cadence comes as an equal surprise.
The secco alto recitative #4 not only brings a voice
of calm but modulates back to the relative major of
the tonic key, d minor. The aria for alto with two
oboes obbligato replaces the tempestuousness of the
tenor aria with refulgence. The appogiatura, which
has been always used in an ambiguous harmonic context,
has here become normal. It is either portrayed as the
Schleiffer or an appogiatura in a much more stable
harmony. The wild dotted notes of the tenor aria and
the jagged staccato lines of the opening chorus have
become here rich and reassuring rapid scale passages.
The whole aria projects a kind of abundance. Words
of continuing doubt like “Wenn ihre Hoffnung
hilflos liegt” are set with mellifluous and reassuring
passagework played by the oboes underneath the held
notes of the voice.
Instead of a simple four-voice final chorale, we are
given a full- fledged choral fantasia on the tune “Durch
Adams Fall.” We have seen, in the Orgelbüchlein setting of this chorale BWV 637, some of the most extreme
and hair-raising chromaticism in all of Bach. Clearly
that is not called for here. It is interesting that
Bach goes to great lengths in this muscular and stringent
setting to make the harmonic richness and detail sit
in the background to the amazing rhythmic thrust and
inexorable forward motion of the piece. The harsh marching
theme of the two oboes is propelled into the next bar
by the rushing sixteenths of the continuo at the end
of the bar. In an amazing tour de force, the scale
of the piece and the rhythmic solidity make us not
notice that the modal chorale ends not in the tonic
but the dominant. No modal piece in all of Bach ends
with such finality.
The performance I've chosen for this cantata is a special one - it comes from the J. S. Bach Foundation based in Trogen, Switzerland. Founded by music director and conductor Rudolf Lutz, it concentrates on presenting all of Bach's liturgical cantatas in the manner in which Bach intended them to be presented, and with the instruments used in Bach's time, accompanied by lectures on the context of the time and the theological implications inherent in the text. This particular performance is from October 22, 2010, at the Evangelische Kirche in Trogen, performed by the Schola Seconda Pratica under the direction of Rudolf Lutz. I find it interesting that one of the commenters on YouTube seemed to think that this cantata deserved a larger and more prestigious orchestra, which only shows his ignorance of Bach's music; the Bach Foundation uses ensembles the exact size and composition as those used by Bach himself. This is Bach as performed at the Thomaskirche in Leipzig in 1723, under the direction of Papa Johann himself. What more could you ask for?
This year's Fall leaf season has proved to be a disappointment; the weather hasn't cooperated and the conditions haven't been conducive to brilliant colors. There is color, but it's muted, washed out. Still, there is color, as a walk through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park this morning has shown.
Muted color in the wetland
Looking across the north duck pond
Another view across the pond
Autumn reflections in the pond
Brilliant Maples behind Hatch House next to the famous Dykeman Spring
Ten years ago, in November, I went walking the trails in Miantonomi Park on the north end of Newport, RI and took a bunch of the best Fall foliage shots I've ever taken. I created a a photo essay on Gather.com with them, but never ported it over here on the blog. Since then Gather dried up and blew away, taking my photo essays there with it into oblivion, and I forgot all about it. But the photos themselves are still on my hard drive, and I ran across them again this morning while looking for a photo to decorate today's Sunday Bach post. I love these shots and figured I'd share them here on the blog. Enjoy!
Autumn Cathedral - Miantonomi Park, Newport RI, 11/21/2007
Today's Sunday Bach is a double feature, because this Sunday encompasses two separate events in the Lutheran calendar. On the liturgical calendar this is the 20th Sunday after Trinity, but on the Lutheran historical calendar this is Reformation Sunday - the anniversary of Luther's nailing his 95 theses to the door of the Wittenberg schlosskirche is October 31, and many Protestant churches celebrate the Sunday before this date as Reformation Sunday. Bach wrote cantatas for both occasions.
We'll tackle the 20th Sunday after Trinity first, and the cantata I've chosen for today is a real treat - BWV 180, Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele (Adorn yourself, o dear soul), Leipzig, 1724. It's lively, it's danceable, and it's full of wry little musical puns and allusions. It's pure delight from start to finish! Here's Simon Crouch on the subject:
If anyone doubts the influence of the dance on Bach's sacred
music, let them listen to this cantata. It is hard not to picture the
congregation of St. Thomas' skipping down the aisle during the opening
chorus! This cantata mixes the stories of the Epistle (avoid bad
company, bad habits, etc etc) and the Gospel (the parable of the
marriage of the King's son, in which invitations are sent out but
largely ignored). The opening chorus illustrates the Epistle, the first
aria the Gospel and from then on, things are mixed about.
A summary listen to the following tenor aria strongly supports
Robert Marshall's thesis that Bach must have had a formidably good
transverse flute player available whilst this cantata was written. It
mixes stunning virtuosity with great beauty. It's also interesting to
note an unusual feature in this cantata:
Both transverse flutes and recorders are used. The cantata continues
with a recitative that develops into a beautiful arioso, then a
recitative followed by an air. This latter always makes me giggle a bit,
since it bustles along in a very no nonsense way. I always imagine it
being sung by a very prim soprano wearing a hat. After the final
recitative, there is a very delicate, very beautiful chorale (Jesu, wahres Brot des Lebes).
The performance I've chosen is a 1997 recording by the Gabrieli Consort and Players under the direction of Paul McCreesh.
The official date of Reformation Day, more formally the Feast of the Reformation, is October 31, on which date in 1517 Martin Luther presented his Ninety-five Theses. In Bach's time this was celebrated on the date, but these days the celebration is usually moved to the preceding Sunday, known as Reformation Sunday. In Bach's time weekday services and masses were part of the culture, but in modern times, especially in the US, church services for any occasion (except for Christmas and Thanksgiving) are relegated to Sunday, hence Reformation Sunday.
I usually toss a coin on this Sunday every year to decide which group of cantatas I'll pick from, Reformation Day or Trinity 20, but this year is special - it's the 500th anniversary of Luther's break from the Catholic church and deserves special attention. So I decided to post for both. And of course you can't celebrate Reformation Sunday without Bach's grand chorale cantata for the occasion - BWV 80, Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott, A mighty fortress is our God, based on Martin Luther's most famous hymn of the same name. This cantata has an interesting history; in effect, it evolved through the years of Bach's professional life. It was first composed as a cantata for a Lenten Sunday in Weimar in 1713, but when Bach moved Leipzig in 1724 to become the music director there, he had to find another use for the cantata because the court at Leipzig forbade musical services during Lent. Bach eventually made it a cantata for Reformation Day and revised it several times through the 1720s and 1730s. Here's Simon Crouch on the subject:
Straight down to business with an enormous chorale fantasia on Luther's hymn Ein' feste Burg.
This is one of Bach's pieces that I initially found very daunting:
Great, yes; To admire, of course; But to love? Well, these days I not
infrequently find myself humming one of the fugal voices, whistling
another and trying to hold the rest going in my head. Anyone observing
this act must think that I'm bonkers. But what the heck, it is a very
beautiful edifice.
Two wonderful arias follow, separated by a recitative. The first
motors along to a machine-gun accompaniment on the strings, the seconds
swings beautifully in triple time. The chorale that follows does both.
Next is a tenor/alto duet with accompanying oboe da caccia and finally
an excellent four part harmonisation of the chorale melody. Do try to
hear this cantata in both "modern" and "original" performances: The
former to get more of the grandeur of the piece, the latter to hear it
in the original instrumentation (especially the oboe da caccia. Why did
this wonderful beast die out? Well, OK, it was probably a pig to play
and keep in tune but it does make a lovely noise!)
There is a very interesting essay about the genesis and
publication history of BWV 80 in Christolph Wolff's excellent collection
Bach - Essays on His Life and Music. If you're used to hearing
this cantata with trumpets and drums, then you may be surprised to
learn that their inclusion (in the Bach-Gesellschaft edition) is
probably derived from a parody of this cantata that Wilhelm Friedemann
Bach devised for his own purposes. J.S.B probably had nothing to do with
them at all!
Today's performance is from a performance at the Schlosskirche in Wittenberg on October 31, 2000 by the Monteverdi Choir and the English Baroque Soloists under the direction of the great John Eliot Gardiner; this was part of Gardiner's groundbreaking Bach Pilgrimage series of performances of key cantatas in historic German churches. Enjoy!
Finally, the temperatures have fallen and the leaves have begun to change color; the real Autumn has appeared on the scene. For me, Autumn is the most Pagan of the seasons, the time of year that most colorfully celebrates Mama Gaia's beauty. As a dyed-in-the-wood, tree-hugging, unapologetic Pagan Humanist, my soul expands and my heart sings at this time every year. Here are some scenes from the Dykeman Spring Nature Park from this morning's walk.
During my Sunday walk through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park this morning I noticed that seasonal color is starting to be more noticeable. It's about time! We have much cooler weather arriving by mid week, so maybe the process will speed up a little at last.
The Staghorn Sumacs and some Maples by the creek have brightened up some
Up on the meadow the color change is a little more evident
Today's cantata for the 19th Sunday after Trinity is one of Bach's best - BWV 56, Ich will den Kreuzstab gerne tragen (I will gladly bear the cross, Leipzig, 1726), a solo cantata for bass. This is another of Bach's cantatas describing death as a release and relief, and one of his more beautiful ones in this vein. Here's Simon Crouch:
The opening aria of this great solo cantata is one of those
wonderful examples of Bach's music being perfectly at one with the text.
For example, in the opening phrase, the resolution of a dissonant C
sharp to D (in g minor) immediately gives the impression of the enormous
burden of the Cross being lifted with God's help. The cantata goes on,
with the familiar metaphor of life as a journey through troubled lands
until salvation is reached in the promised land. Meanwhile a recitative,
complete with "waves" (an allusion to Jesus' boat journey at the start
of the gospel reading) leads on to an aria complete with one of those
wonderful oboe accompaniments that so frequenty decorate the cantatas. I
often wonder whether Bach's oboe player(s) appreciated what he was
doing for them! To me these beautiful weaving, sometimes coy, oboe
accompaniments are among the greatest jewels that Bach has left to us.
As a flute player myself, I regret that the transverse flute wasn't as
widely used then as it soon became. If it had, we could have had a few
more of these wonderful tunes to ourselves! Another recitative leads to
the final chorale (Komm, oh tod, du schlafes bruder) beautifully harmonised by Bach.
There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things.
The Tao is great. The universe is great. Earth is great. Man is great. These are the four great powers.
Man follows the earth. Earth follows the universe. The universe follows the Tao. The Tao follows only itself.
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 25 Translation by Stephen Mitchell
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Roger Ailes
Mad as hell
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So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away
into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad
feve...
2/24/23 Rest of Life Newsletter
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Emerging from a place of deep peace, expansiveness and renewal, Rest of
Life is Steve Roach’s new 134-minute opus to quietude. With a graceful,
nurturing q...
NEW BLOG SITE
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Hello, This is to announce that as of today, this is no longer the site of
the active Tom the Dancing Bug Blog. The Blog has moved to
https://tomdbug.wpcom...
Visit the Internet Monk Archives
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20 Years of Internet Monk For twenty years, Michael Spencer, Chaplain Mike
and a number of other writers described and discussed the post-evangelical
life,...
The heronry is open for business!
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On January first Matty and I decided to explore the woods beside our house
and see what was there. The woods lead into a protected green space we had
never...
Things at Your Bird Feeders are a-Changin’
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Not more than a week ago, our bird feeders were almost abandoned. We’d see
doves (4 or so), chickadees (4 or so), 1-2 cardinals at dawn and dusk, and
littl...
Zion
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The National Parks of Utah have long been on my bucket list so I was
overjoyed when I finally reached the park entrance to Zion!
I knew the landscape wo...
Twice the Man is OUT!
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My Bete novels are among my best received. Not because they're sort of but
not entirely YA while still appealing to adults (and I've had almost no one
b...
Dial for a Cause
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* and put a scammer to good use * ==================
Don't want to give a scam person/website your phone #? Give them a real #,
but one that helps a cause...
Prostate Diary: Finding Out
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Last May, while walking across the corporate campus where I work, the
physician's assistant at my doctor's office called to tell me that I had an
elevate...
After Lunch
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*After Lunch*
after the meal: doze off for one nap;
waking, it’s time for two bowls of tea—
raise my head to gaze at the sun; it’s
already turned southwes...
La La La La Land
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You know, it's almost Academy Award time again and yes, VE watches every
minute of the self-congratulatory mayhem with popcorn in hand!
It also means I'm i...
West Wing Week 1/19, or "Obama, Farewell"
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On our last, full day here at the White House, here is the Obama
Administration's 388th -- and final -- episode of our weekly round-up
video, West Wing W...
Quote of the Day
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"You can't acheive what you don't believe. Put an end to focusing on
negative implications and finally see the positive possibilities." -Mark
Batterson
Theme Thursday for September 29, 2016 - ANTS
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*ANTS *
*This weeks new theme is ANTS!*
*Tis the season for the ants!*
*Ants, ants, ants, everywhere!*
*Where did all these ants come from?*
*Invasion of...
Music outside the box
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Living in Boston puts me in the middle of a vibrant stew of music. The
greater Boston area has more music venues, more musicians, more music
schools than a...
Cenotaph
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This place marks
a superb spot,
where everyone expects
me to reside,
to germinate undisturbed,
dispassionate, deep.
They do not know
it is an empty...
The Caffeine in Your Tea Cup
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As a tea importer, my daily cup is almost always a nice, soothing tea
blend, brewed nice and hot. However, here in the US a much greater
percentage of pe...
People Who Live in Glass Houses: Carly Fiorina
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I watched an interview with Carly Fiorina on "Morning Joe" today. She is a
person of interest to the press as they fully expect her to announce she's
runn...
Finished Commission - and Thoughts
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I was reminded yesterday by an online friend that my blog is suffering from
neglect! Yes, it's true. As I have worked to get a presence on FB, Etsy,
Arts...
Housekeeping and A Little Bit of Everything Else
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There are two things I find myself saying every day: take that off the
table and I still need to do that.
Last year I lost two big writing contracts, one ...
When Will It Stop?
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Eric Garner. Michael Brown, Akai Gurley. When. Will. It. Stop?
I drew these cartoons a long time ago, but seems like the story is always
the same.
And ...
The People You Meet
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Not saying this is a come back of any type, but after farewelling my
darling friend Jeffrey today, I felt the overwhelming need to blog. Met a
weird Japan...
The Echoes blog has moved
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If you’ve stumbled on this site, the content here has been moved over to
the main Echoes website at www.echoes.org, and more recent posts can be
found th...
Operation War Diary, Pages Worth Reading
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If you like reading, I mean really like reading, and especially like
reading primary sources, I've got a project for you. Last week I shared my
favorite Wo...
I'm Still Blogging...just not here
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While it seems likely I've taken a long walk off a short pier, I haven't.
I am blogging on my other site now
*Women of a Certain Age*. I took a long ...
Keeping Kids Involved in Pagan Practice
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As the modern Pagan movement progresses and evolves, the Pagan community
has grown to encompass people of all age levels. Those who discovered
Paganism as ...
No Unsacred Place is Closing Its Doors
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Good day, all. This is Lupa, editor for No Unsacred Place. You may have
noticed that we have not had any new posts for a few weeks, to include our
Wordless...
Psychotic Decorating on a Shoestring
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We moved into our tiny retirement home in Florida a little over a year and
a half ago. The home was much in need of love and updates, so we rolled up
our ...
Replace
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Ssrsh Kliff analyzes the long-awaited Republican alternative to the
Affordable Care Act.
Sam Baker writes that the plan is for people to pay more for th...
Three Dogs
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THREE DOGS
A long shoot and we were all exhausted. I called for a break. Everyone
collapsed, including me, on the floor. Suddenly, I saw this. "Don't ...
410 - Rod Picott
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SONG 410
WRITTEN BY Rod Picott
PERFORMED BY Rod Picott
APPEARS ON Welding Burns (2011)
About a year ago I'm sitting in Ashland Coffee & Tea in Ashla...
Pompe Stevens, Enslaved Artisan
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I have a new article up at Common-place, exploring the history of enslaved
artisans like Pompe Stevens. The main argument is that modern museums
(partic...
On my side of the sky
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I woke to the smell of spring drifting through an open window. Just that.
The crushing nausea and the pain I that I had known for days was an arms
reach aw...
all day i hear the noise of waters
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All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The ...
Adult Swim: Grown Up in More Than One Way (Pt 1)
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You may have all noticed that my posts often talk about a particular
mangaka's body of work rather than just a single work. This may be more
true in yaoi t...
Cooking Prime Rib - Part One
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*Press the play button to hear the music and sing along!*
Well, *Hello* all you Happy People, from *me...* "The Soused Chef!"
(Already "half-soused," ...
An Independent Wild Hunt
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We at the Patheos Pagan channel bid The Wild Hunt much luck in its new
phase as an independent website. To catch the latest from TWH, please check
out wild...
WIld Food Tours In and Around NYC
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Today I took a wild foods walking tour of prospect park with Wild Man
Steve Brill. It was incredibly interesting. There are many things in my
pantry, who...
Wine That Stands Up to Pesto
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It's officially summer. Unofficially, it's basil season. Right now, I am
overwhelmed with the stuff. Pictured to the left is one of my behemoth
basil plan...
Jewish Atlantic World Database Live on the Web!
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The Jewish Atlantic World Database is now open and free to use! In the
collection, you will find over 5,000 images related to Jewish life in early
America...
AS PROMISED: ADVICE COLUMN THE FIRST:
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Hi Ruth , Here’s my question. From reading your blog, you appear to be just
about the most self-assured person I’ve ever seen. How do you conquer fear?
I h...
Looking for Wintering Hawks in Addison county Vt
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I have been looking for wintering hawks for a few years now and it is
still
as much fun as it was that first winter. This winter was no different even
w...
Project 29:2
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[image: Project 29:2 by kevmanking13]
Project 29:2, a photo by kevmanking13 on Flickr.
Morgan, crying cause mommy is in the bathroom. She has mommy-itis goi...
Once, long ago, there was a Monday from hell
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One Monday morning I woke up from a very light night of sleep with a
terrible headache. I hardly ever get headaches so I knew the day wasn’t
going to...
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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.....I think the time has come to acknowledge that I'm not actually
blogging any more.....
PLUS
I'm off on Sunday for a Big Adventure Down Under, with L...
Poe, Poe, Pitiful Me... or Us... or Something...
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The party... That is, the *partnership... *is *not* over!
(Silver Fox here, fellow babies.)
Ever since Skip and I torpedoed... I mean, *retired*... the o...
A few recommendations...
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This is an article by Kathy W. that I really liked on Gather.com.... well
worth reading, and following some of the links, even.... Dad's Brain, which
tells...
Today, My Toaster Spoke To Me
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*Today My Toaster Talked To Me*
Today my toaster spoke to me,
Of all of the things that she could see --
A spoon-rest, the stove
The microwave,
the mi...