a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7

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    May 14, 2012


    Susan Scheid

    I have been eager to read this since I returned from Wales, and now am glad to be able to turn to it with the attention it deserves. You know, I have been thinking how important it is to find ensembles that know how to program in interesting ways, particularly when it comes to introducing audiences to new music. It isn't necessary, as you note, to like every piece, but rather to have faith in the project. wildUp's project seems to be quite sound and worth following. Thanks for bringing us on the Wrong Coast a sense of what you've been lucky enough to hear (even it, at points, earplugs were a must).

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