Closing
Sophia's Fall at NYMF has closed after a gorgeous and passionate four performances.
As a composer/producer, it's a hard thing to watch it end, and I still have a ton of processing to do before I can write a proper blog entry about it. I've been through some dark places in my own emotions since Saturday, and I apologize to the people who caught the edges of it. I really am terrifically happy with how the production was executed.
Rob has warned me to be cautious about blurting out what I'm thinking, so we're going to have to huddle on what exactly to post here. A fuller article will come sometime this week. For now, though, my favorite quote of all time, from Franz Liszt (paraphrasing Lamartine, to be completely fair):
What is life but a series of preludes to that unknown hymn, the first and solemn note of which is intoned by Death? Love is the enchanted dawn of all existence; but what fate is there whose first delights of happiness are not interrupted by some storm, whose fine illusions are not dissipated by some mortal blast, consuming its altar as though by a stroke of lightning? And what cruelly wounded soul, issuing from one of these tempests, does not endeavor to solace its memories in the calm serenity of rural life? Nevertheless, man does not resign himself for long to the enjoyment of that beneficent warmth which he first enjoyed in Nature's bosom, and when 'the trumpet sounds the alarm' he takes up his perilous post, no matter what struggle call him to its ranks, that he may recover in combat the full consciousness of himself and the entire possession of his powers.
-Franz Liszt, after Lamartine's "Meditations Poetiques"
