Life is taunting me. Today’s Writer’s Almanac email featured Edward Lear’s “The Jumblies.” For no good reason. His birthday is not until May 12, and there was no connection to anything else in the email, other than perhaps Federico Fellini’s birthday. But that’s a tenuous connection.
I call it taunting, pure and simple. Because I actually starting connecting it to the Essentially Choral thing and thinking about accompaniment: piano, string trio, percussion.
But there’s no way I can set six stanzas before March!
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At least it’s not your wife taunting you.