[Some sage advice from the mezzo villain to make it through another week of nepotism, climate terrorism and indifference towards life both human and animal: take it from Mary-Ellen Nesi (Medarse) in Hasse’s “Siroe, ré di Persia”, Moscow 2015. – Clip with thanks to kvrahn]
Yes, since I’m having a bit of a Nesi situation since last week and more so since yesterday, you all have to suffer through it, too. This aria is the first-act closer (and, arguably, showstopper) from Hasse’s “Siroe”, where the shunned younger brother to the king-to-be finally sees a new day approaching:
Fra l’orror de la tempesta
che alle stelle il volto imbruna
qualche raggio di fortuna
già comincia a scintillar.
Doppo sorte sì funesta
sarà placida quest’alma.
E godrà tornata in calma
i perigli a rammentar.
Roughly translating to: “At some point, you’ll get lucky, too and and you’ll get to use this for story fodder.”
The planet shouldn’t have to rely on advice like this, and less from the bad guy of an opera plot, but 1) a little throne-usurping looks downright playpenly at the moment next to coal fume intoxication on a planetary level, so 2) I’ll take what I can get right right now.
The magnolias have opened up yesterday (we still have those) and made me smile on my way to work. It will be precious few days, but these days are now. Also in my neighborhood. And I am once more happy I took half a day off to vote last year in that tiny, unpopular election of Hood Mayor because the Green Party candidate won and we have less car traffic and more begreened public transport stops as a result. And now I’ll step into class and try to teach my undergrads something on ethics and timeless beauty and gardening (and pottery), and on the precious right to vote and speak up. (It’s my new low-key static noice in everything I teach: Responsible Citizen of the World 101)