<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12pt"><div>just a forward from a friend. </div><div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12pt"><br><div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><font size="2" face="Tahoma">----- Forwarded Message ----<br><b><br></b><b></b><b><br></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject:</span></b> RE: [f_minor] Gould's Remarkable Haydn<br></font><br>
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I wonder why she chose that poem? More appropriate would perhaps have been A COAT<br>I made my song a coat<br>Covered with embroideries<br>Out of old mythologies<br>From heel to throat;<br>But the fools caught it,<br>Wore it in the world.s eyes<br>As though they'd wrought it.<br>Song,let them take it,<br>For there's more enterprise<br>In walking naked.<br> <br><br><hr id="stopSpelling"><br><br>
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<font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">Don't know where you live but where I live a steaming heatwave has come to an end and though the days are bright there's that long shadow of August light and a certain smoky perfume in the evening air already. Magical stuff, Yeats even:<br></font><b><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">PRESENCES</font></b><br>
<font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4"><b><i><font style="">by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)</font></i></b></font><br>
<ul><ul><dl><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4"><img src="http://www.poetry-archive.com/t_pic.gif" align="BOTTOM" border="0" width="22" height="25"></font><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">HIS night has been so strange
that it seemed
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">As if the hair stood up on my head.
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">From going-down of the sun I have dreamed
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">That women laughing, or timid or wild,
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">In rustle of lace or silken stuff,
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">Climbed up my creaking stair. They had read
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">All I had rhymed of that monstrous thing
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">Returned and yet unrequited love.
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">They stood in the door and stood between
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">My great wood lectern and the fire
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">Till I could hear their hearts beating:
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">One is a harlot, and one a child
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">That never looked upon man with desire,
</font></dt><dt><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">And one, it may be, a queen.
</font></dt></dl></ul></ul><br><br><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4"><b>End of summer indeed.</b> </font><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4">So what's all this Yeats in aid of? Simply that I cannot find Gould's 1980-81 recording of Haydn's Sonata in E-flat Major, Hob. XVI: 49 in its entirety on youtube without some very weird 'connections' attached. I have the recording on lp and cd but what is flummoxing is the "vampire" connection on the youtube lists. So is this what ancient and classical music has come down to? Cannibals and vampires, bullies, psycho killers, fetischists, rapists and snobs? <br><br>Mary Jensen<br></font><ul><ul><dd><font style="font-size:16pt;" face="Times New Roman" size="4"><br></font></dd></ul></ul><br>
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