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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.



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March 06, 2014


A lovely double tanka and wonderful music, with its amazing history. I hope your dental issues are not bothersome today. Thank you for posting this amazing introduction to and performance of Miserere mei.

Thanks, Maria. Actually my tooth hurts quite a bit but it's better than it was in the middle of the night, and will repair quickly, I think (and hope!) Glad you liked the music. It's pretty otherworldly -- I always get chills when the soprano (in our case, my friend Carole) hits those high Cs.

I enjoyed the BBC program greatly, learning and shivering... and hope your surgery restores you to full capability.

So wonderful.

I think I'd rather suffer a fiery dart unto mine soul, than a hot drill bit into an unanaesthetised tooth. What a nerve, really! And that music is stunningly, heart-achingly beautiful. We try never to miss a programme by Simon Russell-Beale.

Oh Beth! Ouch ouch ouch! I so deeply sympathise and hope you complained loudly and strongly to the dentist who was so careless. How could he/she have slipped up so badly? Not properly anaesthetised tooth and drilling into the nerve? I am shocked, horrified. Do not go back to this dentist. I hope you're feeling better, much better.

Ah, the music. In my indignation I forgot the music and I marvel that you could make a poem out of that dental outrage.
The music is wonderful.

Tom, Natalie: I was exaggerating, a little...he had given me novocaine, just not enough for one particular spot be because we didn't know exactly what was going on - it was some exploratory periodontal root cleaning, not a tooth being drilled. He's a fine surgeon and takes very good care of me; he stopped immediately when I winced, and gave me more anesthetic. A bit of creative license in order to capture a poem, I'm afraid. Thank you for your empathy about dental woes - my Achilles heel is definitely in my mouth!

Glad you all enjoyed the music!

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