Music, muse and their wide-angle lens
It's Thor's day . . . another coming-attractions-pre-Fall-day here in TulseyTown
The Democrats continue their love fest celebration in Chicago today. Kamala Harris is scheduled to accept her nomination for the presidency with a speech this evening. Yesterday's agenda of speakers was stellar and emphasized the definition of patriotism as one of the inclusion of all citizens under the Constitution without discrimination.
[Editor's note: yesterday's blog – Blue Tsunami – contained some factual errors which I corrected yesterday evening.]
Some creative's birth dates of note:
The impressionist/symbolist French composer Claude Debussy was born on this day in 1862, Saint-Germain-en-Laye, France. You can sample ten of his compositions at Classicfm.
Once described as "A blend of Little Nell and Lady Macbeth," the journalist/critic/essayist/poet/ Dorothy Parker was born (Dorothy Rothschild) in 1893 West End, New Jersey. Few writers, living or past, have had a sharper wit.
French photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson was gifted to us in 1908, Chanteloup, France. His approach – treating landscape-as- portrait – changed photography forever. His influence continues. Catch a few of his more famous images.
It's the birth date of Ray Bradbury. The writer was born in 1920 Waukegan, Illinois. He rejected the label science fiction writer, asserting that his work was drawn from fantasy.
And, Annie Proulx turns 89 today. The novelist was born on this day in Norwich, Connecticut (1935). A National Book and Pulitzer award laureate, Proulx has given us The Shipping News, Brokeback Mountain, Fen, Bog & Swamp. The Hadal Zone is her latest, published in the print edition of the July 8 & 15, 2024, issue of The New Yorker. Text and audio by Ms. Proulx .
What we fear we often rage against.
What we have to get over, somehow we do. Even the worst things.
Anyway, there's something wrong with everybody and it's up to you to know what you can handle.
– Annie Proulx
Résumé
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
– Dorothy Parker
Following Ms. Parker's advice while still celebrating the moon...with the lens of Debussy . . .