SUBJECT>Re: Variation by Cavafy on a Theme of Tarrega's POSTER>AnnMarie Eldon EMAIL>AEldon1@aol.com DATE>1109790589 IP_ADDRESS>ACCA6E7A.ipt.aol.com PASSWORD>aamj9SPBIdXow PREVIOUS>84087 NEXT> 84124 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

Ok. If complexity and variation is what you're going for here, then push it, push it. Don't go soft on me.

: Variation by Cavafy on a Theme of Tarrega's

: When his mind is clear he can recall
: You weep like a woman for the day
: and hour he heard that melody
: float by him on a breeze of history
: so faint that only what you failed could feel.

: His fingers pluck at bedclothes
: to defend like a man in broken
: spasms of arpeggios: pulgar,
: indicio, medio, annular;
: the tremolo he wrote beyond them now.

: He wants to tell the Little Sisters, "Do
: you know what rosaries my fingers used
: to tell upon guitar-strings: annular,
: medio, indicio, pulgar?"

: But all that he can manage is a slow
: adagio of the mother of Boabdil, her tears,
: through which he thinks
: he hears his mother tell the Sisters
: how womanlike her weakling son appears,
: vanquished.

: When her mind is clear she cannot recall
: her son crying at the last sight he
: would ever have of their beloved Alhambra

anyway I don't know the subject matter but it has to be surreal I think.

AnnMarie