I'm being battered relentlessly by Messiaen this afternoon. These torturous Radio 3 bastards simply won't leave me alone.
It's really and truly getting to me now. I have a thundering Messiaen headache.
A Messiaen-ache.
Here's what is going down...
Saint Francis of Assisi (pictured holding bird) has apparently just asked God if he may meet a leper and be capable of loving her. God seems quite keen on the idea.
No clue beyond this except I now feel physically sick and wouldn't mind loving one myself for some light relief.
Still, at least I'm not here to enjoy myself.
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