Next on the classical shelf are two delightful but diametrically opposed 20th century classical (or maybe classical) stand alones.First is Jorgen Bentzon’s Racconti. Bentzon is a Danish composer & I had never heard of him until I picked this cd up at HMV. They had a rack of, or perhaps it was a bin, of cds marked at 3 for $10. I picked this up in Jan 2005, probably used an HMV gift card I’d gotten for Christmas.I glanced at the instruments: various combinations of flute, bassoon, violins and other instruments & decided to take a chance on it. I was fearful it would atonal droning but in fact it is very playful, lyrical and sweet. Chamber music that is adventurous without verging on jazz. I love it.Next to it a cd of Leonard Bernstein. I opted to file this under classical though the music is his Broadway or film work given a symphonic treatment. He considered himself a ‘serious’ composer & I do have his non-show stuff somewhere but it is more dour than classical.I picked it up in October 95 at Sam’s for $1.99 or perhaps just .99 from a stack by the register ripe for compulsive shoppers like myself. It includes ballet suites from West Side Story & On The Waterfront. Like Gershwin I’m never sure where to slot him. Though, thanks to his work as a conductor, Bernstein is more at home in the classical collection.
A slight breeze moved the lace curtains. Chip looked into the empty room. He looked into the room every morning to check, to see, if his sister was home, back from wherever it was they had taken her.
He had already promised not to be noisy ever again, not to make fun of her, not to bother her when she was on the phone, not to sneak up on her when her friends where there and they were just giggling and talking about things he didn’t understand. He had made all those promises.
He slipped into her room. The bed was so pink it seemed to float in the morning sun. Her teddy bears and bean bag frogs were arranged around the pillow. All that was missing was her. She wasn’t there this morning. He hadn’t made the right promise
He got down on his knees by the bed and put his hands together. “God this is Chip. Please I am sorry for whatever it was that I did that made you mad at Kelly. I know she isn’t the best sister in the world but she’s the only one I got and please make her well and bring her home to me. I promise I’ll eat all my vegetables and that I’ll never tease the O’Brian’s dog ever again if you make Kelly well again.”
It was over a month since he had last seen Kelly. She had gone to school one day and not come back. His Dad told him she had caught something at school and would be in the hospital for a while. It was something so bad that he couldn’t take Chip to see her.
Some other kids at the school had also caught what ever it was. Some sort of outbreak. It had been on television but his mother turned it off before he could find out just what it was. Even the papers had headline about it. Something called sniper.
He figured sniper was something like the flu only worse because it could get so many at once and scare everyone at the same time. Police helicopters had flown over the house all day when the outbreak happened at the high school.
His mom was so sad. She had cried for Kelly and for the other kids who had come down with sniper flu. He had tried to stop her tears but she just pushed him aside and then held him close. He didn’t understand. But he knew that if he was good enough three-year-old Kelly would come home soon. She would be all better. Better than ever and would be glad to see him and tell him all about the healing at the hospital.
He would have liked to visit the hospital but he folks wouldn’t take him there. He got to see it on TV. He had run around the house with the bean bag frog saying ‘stat stat’ till his Mom had grabbed it from him.
Now he was sorry he had done that. He wanted to tell Kelly how sorry he was then maybe she’d feel better too. Once she felt better she would be home again. That’s all he wanted. His sister back where she belonged.
April 19: judging: Hot Damn! It’s A Queer Slam Season 2 finale: 8 p.m. : Buddies In Bad Times Theatre – 12 Alexander St., Toronto, Ontario
June 3-5: attending: Capturing Fire 2016 – The DC Centre – 2000 14th St NW, Suite 105 – Washington, DC
June 11 – attending: The Toronto Poetry Talks – 10 AM – Metro Hall, 55 John Street, Toronto, Ontario M5V 3C6
November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo
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