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May 19, 2009


I wish I could have heard it all -- will your CD be available for purchase? Also, the painting you've included is just gorgeous. Thank you.


Riding home on my bike through the dark streets, the last bars of the Benedictus replaying in my head, I thought about my lifelong love affair with music and how this opportunity to sing in a semi-professional choir is a culmination.

I really like silence, darkness and solitude after time spent in the luminous company of others.

Wonderful essay, Beth. I love music just as you do, and you write about the experience of making music in a way that really honors the material. Makes me wish I could sing, too, and be one with the choir in the same way that you are.

And it always thrills me to hear that the "classical" music you folks are working on is being made by our contemporaries. A living breathing thing. Long may the tradition last.

Hmm. That first line should be in italics.


Ninth take and silence,
pitch finally perfected--
a siren screams

reminds me, non-sequiturially, of the first line of Pynchon's "Gravity's Rainbow": A screaming comes across the sky...

Beautifully depicted, Beth. I know that moment. When the CD is available, you'll have plenty of customers!

Feeling in the moment, a sacred experience in and of itself, and to do so in glory to God, well, it doesn't get much better than that.

Beth, this is so exciting to read. Thank you.

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