Where from my little vanities ? I am too good to write for a concert performance ?
No slave near with his
honeyed tongue .
Land me a creamy parformance. Quality plus strawberries plus notoriety plus the palm.
Since I was about six, I dodged various “realities ” , psychological ( ” It can’t be thus so it is not thus “… and other
models ) and spatial ( – eg. where led which road to Lorrha, to the Mighty Shannon, the silver treasures of the
Silvermines ? Wrere was it ? That golden calf of Knockshegawna ? – and, well, personal.
‘ Nuff said.
From where this ? Whence my Great Disturbance ? ( – wanted to change mother with seven, father with
seventeen plus…. ?
My great 7 MINIATURES for Luigidi Filippi’s bow and knock and pluck in Gravesend Concert. Then that birth : the PIANO
TRIO I crafted and stretched and mangled and polished exactly 12 months ago here in , even then , cold
Hamburg – the viola and its worked over cello, my four exquisitely poised movements with the piano.
Spada and Bolsena and Hugh Lane will shake. )