Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Mr Cogito Remembers His Classical Youth Among The Ruins And Shakes His Tin Cup For The Oakland Youth Orchestra And Kairos Youth Choir

Michael Morgan tours Greece with Oakland Youth Orchestra [California]

This June, Michael Morgan will lead the Oakland Youth Orchestra on its first tour of Greece. The orchestra’s five-concert tour of Crete and Greece will take place June 19-30, with performances scheduled for Heraklion, Hania, Delphi, Athens and Patras. OYO is busy with preparations and fundraising for scholarships to make it possible for all the young musicians to participate in this big adventure.

For details about the tour, and how you can help, please visit their website.


Greek Odyssey Gala

Sunday, March 4, 2007, 3 til 7 pm
Greek Orthodox Cathedral of the Ascension, Oakland, California
4700 Lincoln Avenue, Oakland

Special guests: Kairos Youth Choir, Berkeley's Premiere Children's Choir


Love Among the Ruins by Robert Browning

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop--
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Of our country's very capital, its prince
Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far
Peace or war.

Now,--the country does not even boast a tree,
As you see,
To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills
From the hills
Intersect and give a name to, (else they run
Into one)
Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires
Up like fires
O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall
Bounding all,
Made of marble, men might march on nor be pressed,
Twelve abreast.

And such plenty and perfection, see, of grass
Never was!
Such a carpet as, this summer-time, o'erspreads
And embeds
Every vestige of the city, guessed alone,
Stock or stone--
Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe
Long ago;
Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame
Struck them tame;
And that glory and that shame alike, the gold
Bought and sold.

Now,--the single little turret that remains
On the plains,
By the caper overrooted, by the gourd
While the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks
Through the chinks--
Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time
Sprang sublime,
And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced
As they raced,
And the monarch and his minions and his dames
Viewed the games.

And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve
Smiles to leave
To their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece
In such peace,
And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey
Melt away--
That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair
Waits me there
In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul
For the goal,
When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb
Till I come.

But he looked upon the city, every side,
Far and wide,
All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades'
All the causeys, bridges, aqueducts,--and then,
All the men!
When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,
Either hand
On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace
Of my face,
Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech
Each on each.

In one year they sent a million fighters forth
South and North,
And they built their gods a brazen pillar high
As the sky,
Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force--
Gold, of course.
Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!
Earth's returns
For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!
Shut them in,
With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!
Love is best.

Interior of the Greek Orthodox Cathedral of the Ascension, Oakland, California, North America

Photo credit: (c) Greek Orthodox Cathedral of the Ascension, Oakland, California. With thanks.


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