Thursday, December 4th

by musicclipoftheday

sounds of New York (day three)

If this life of ours isn’t easy, why should our music be?

Alex Mincek (1975-), String Quartet No. 3; Mivos Quartet, live, New York, 2013



reading table

By Emily Dickinson (1830-1886; Franklin 384)

It dont sound so terrible—quite—as it did—
I run it over—”Dead”, Brain—”Dead”.
Put it in Latin—left of my school—
Seems it don’t shriek so—under rule.

Turn it, a little—full in the face
A Trouble looks bitterest—
Shift it—just—
Say “When Tomorrow comes this way—
I shall have waded down one Day”


I suppose it will interrupt me some
Till I get accustomed—but then the Tomb
Like other new Things—shows largest—then—
And smaller, by Habit—

It’s shrewder then
Put the Thought in advance—a Year—
How like “a fit”—then—