Sound and Clouds and Thunder (21)

[“Leçons de ténèbres”, third lesson for Holy Wednesday, by François Couperin, sung by Montserrat Figueras and Maria Cristina Kiehr – Clip with thanks to TheLeon Vitali].

You know what’s a horrible Easter meal (or Passover seder, or any meal)? – Missiles with chocolate cake.

Staggering incompetence and nepotism in a far-ranging office that someone is utterly unqualified for are not okay in week 21, either, but we have officially passed a 10th of this at least.

It should still never have happened (and it did not ‘just happen’. People voted for this, or refused to vote pragmatically against this).

I am still not sure we will  – internationally – survive the other nine 10th of this presidency since fauna and evironement are already under siege, as are minorities. (Yes, elsewhere, too. And worse. But I am berating Western turf here.)

You know what’s horribly apt this year? The actual text of the above Leçon de ténèbres, (Lam1:10-14), which starts with “The enemy has stretched out his hands over all her precious things”, and ends with “the Lord gave me into the hands of those whom I cannot withstand”.

Though perhaps we should change that last bit to “into the hands of those whom I cannot stand”. Because I’m not down for victim narratives, I still have plenty of privilege to give away, and I plan on withstanding in solidarity for, say, another 187 weeks.

(Also, really, how far can tiny fingers reach? – There are so many precious things, and one of them is Figueras and Kiehr singing Couperin. We have that. And we walk on.)

4 thoughts on “Sound and Clouds and Thunder (21)”

  1. Because Easter is also Ēastre, goddess of spring and sunrise, and because Isis recovered the fragments of Osiris so that plants might live again after dying:
    “Never, beautiful earth, never even at the height of the human storms have I forgotten you, my planet Earth, your forests and your fields, your oceans, the serenity of your mountains; the meadows, the continuing rivers, the incorruptible promise of returning spring.” (Pangborn, Mirror for Observers)
    And we go on.

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