


As I read that lament on Sunday, I was singing inside my head the wonderful Tomkins’ setting of the lament. As an alto, I could be accused of bias – the suspensions between the two alto parts are hair-raising in their beauty – but to me nothing can match it. You can hear it here
Oh dear me, yes. Let’s all wear pink and have a celebration.
Your video camera however does not let one get anything like the quality of the voice in space experience of last Sunday. And I write as one not musical.
I think, too, it always would work best for a single male voice, because it is so heavily tied to a single male figure. It is superb writing, superbly put to music.
I don’t want to ‘dis’ your only-too-correct comments on the space between our understanding and that of the Iron age. But I think that two things may offer a little light on how and why we read the succession narrative.
The first is that it is an outstanding piece of writing by any standards at all. The terrible attempt by the lectionary to cut it on Sunday just pointed that up (not the first time I’ve wondered what the editors of it thought they were doing). Good story has its own power.
Secondly, one has to ask who commissioned this account and why. I think the answer has to be Solomon’s court, as ’twere – thus not only does one have to explain why Solomon succeeded one also has to paint a very flawed but still in some ways great David. A man one might be glad to have as a father, and a man who it would be possible to offer a better alternative to. The last King, if a relative, should neither be too good or too bad. QED.
Oh my word! Why have I never heard this before? It is glorious and I am in love with it. There is absolutely nothing like a good lament. Dido’s Lament had better look out.
I’d like to begin this morning with a poem. In fact it is something that one of you quoted to me this week. I remembered the fragment and wanted to look it up. “The Place Where We Are Right,” by Yehuda Amichai From the place where we are right Flowers will never grow in the…
Just back from the GFT. Saw The Walker the new Woody Harrelson flick. Lauren Bacall tossed her head in caustic fashion. Kristin Scott Thomas bit her lip over and over again. And Mr Harrelson spent most of the film being a deeply unattractive man. Turned out to be a better film than you thought it…
There is a link here to the poem that I used in yesterday’s sermon. Its the one that begins thus: From the place where we are right Flowers will never grow In the spring.
Prompted by writing the last post, I’ve just updated the 100 things post.
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