25 March 2010. Mildly sunny morning, after evening rain. Emory, still bundled up for winter in high lifeguard chair, waving from across the pool...
Two Russian singers, Kontsert Frontu (Concert to the Front), 1942. For the troops--bits of broad comedy interspersed with the remnants of a beautiful oral tradition--as when Lidiya Ruslanova slips in one of those high-energy folk lilts at the end of a line--a lifting of the voice--all is possible. Thus a metaphor as well--Ivan Kupala--once a pagan fertility rite (waters of spring), melded into the Orthodox calendar (John the Baptist), and put on hold in Soviet times, except in these hints and glimpses...
One responds with a whole being...
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