Ghosts of Rahere, Betjeman – pray for me. The world is too much with us, we cannot just swipe away the pixels and the rot. Christ, I can’t even find a decent coffee at 6am in London.
I stroll along the Seine towards the hotel, way lit by gibbous moon cross hatched by vapour trails...
One could imagine a Piranesi of the page constructing sonnets like carceri to shore against their ruins – and ours.
A fugue on both our houses to know we inhabit these different worlds counterpointed, in contrasting modes. Yours, warmth and colour and light and enchantment; mine, icy winds and ruins rising from a winter’s loam whose cadences are minor.
John Potter (tenor), Christopher O’Gorman (tenor), Rogers Covey-Crump (tenor) Hyperion CDA67998. Released December 2013 This fascinating and beautiful release is the second in a three-volume series growing out of Cantum pulcriorem invenire:…