Weekend Words: Sing
This week, Weekend Words sings a torch song for the dear, departed City Opera.
This week, Weekend Words sings a torch song for the dear, departed City Opera.
“Without music, life would be an error. The German imagines even God singing songs.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche
“Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for anything.”
—William Shakespeare, King Lear
“I never can hear a crowd of people singing and gesticulating, all together, at an Italian opera, without fancying myself at Athens, listening to that particular tragedy, by Sophocles, in which he introduces a full chorus of turkeys, who set about bewailing the death of Meleager.”
—Edgar Allan Poe
“It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.”
—Rod Serling
“And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.”
—Percy Bysshe Shelley, “To a Skylark”
