Once upon a time, there were many Flamencas. All of them had a kernel of narratio fabulosa truth in common.
A day of remembrance, and thus also of song and of poetry.
It’s that time of year again.
Catching up with marking, marking final exams, composing final grades.
A time of endings.
A time of marvel and awe. A time to marvel and to be awed by the awesome. May we all aspire to the joyous freaky magic Heavenly Assumption Of The Blessed Guitar.
There will be no fresh shiny verbose floribundant meta-meta-medieval posts until at least late December due to
- putting together exams
- marking student work
- marking exams
- individual oral exams (this week)
my navelthe medieval Occitan tenso for the purpose of reading-and-research work and/as at least one conference abstract (hello MFB, yes I AM thinking about it sort of out loud I guess…)
- and life!
For yes, I—even I—get to “have a life” for a couple of weeks, featuring The Beloved. After three months’ absence it will be like a dream. Living the dream in an alternate world. Not like Atlantis, though the place where I will be is currently under heavy Atlantic climatic influence and somewhat flooded.
In the meantime, here is some timely seasonal music. (more…)