Friday, 10 July 2009
More (true) love from afar*
Whenever I wonder what's the point of bloggery, when questions are met with cybersilence or else commenters start off on a tack which has nothing to do with the main subject, I remind myself of the wise maxim: do it for yourself, for your own self-expression (not that I hold with the current notion that self-expression is necessarily good per se).
I learnt recently, though, that there had been a rather dramatic consequence. The image of a lady posted here prompted her Great Love, as she calls him, to get back in touch after years of separation. He is now moving closer, to cultivate his garden 'and perhaps me', she adds. The photograph originally accompanied thoughts on an opera about two people who...but I must stop before I give anything else away.
Now I must rush back to work and steep myself in more of Dvorak's great masterpiece Rusalka, a story about a huge gulf between lovers which makes me very, very happy indeed. I'm delighted to have found this picture of Ruzena Maturova in the 1901 Prague premiere. If her Prince gets in touch as a result, he's too late - but out there in the ether, who knows?
The bittersweet fairytale is to be continued...
*Some of you didn't 'get' the slightly oblique Beethoven illustration: the bound m/s is for the song-cycle 'To the distant beloved'. I find myself more fascinated by Schumann's quotation of the last song in his quirky Second Symphony than by An die ferne (or entfernte, as the above would have it) Geliebte itself, and had a chance to sound off about it for the LSO, but that's my Beethoven problem for you.