My musical mood at present.
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I guess it started when I watched PBS's version of Wuthering Heights. There is just no way to be an audience to that work and not be affected. So haunting, so beautiful, and so fraught with turmoil.
The star-crossed lovers theme stuck with me. I invariably found myself thinking about Shakespeare (I haven't read any of his stuff for a while). Romeo and Juliet sneaked its way into my head, and so did Othello and what happened to poor Desdemona.
Of course, in musical companionship was period music going back, back, back... Tristan and Isolde. The Changelings refused to get out of my head so I finally dusted off a $15 iTunes certificate and purchased some.
The Changelings, by the way, deserve their own post. I can only express how much they inspire me to write by audibly shifting reality. They make me smell the scented heat of dancing by the fire.
Many stories were written, it seems, about knights pining over ladies they could never have due to honor. I have yet to come across any, but Bronte's work sure comes damn close to capturing that intangible quality. Such all-consuming devotion and destruction, sublime and debased, does that even exist anymore?
I can only think on it.
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