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Tuesday, August 05, 2008


Agility and fabulous technique astound:
magnificent bravura, massive jumps and leaps,
cadenzas, runs (impossible, but there), and heaps
of gorgeous tones, sustained with quivering of sound.
Such awesome feats of voices everyday abound,
incredible, instilling awe, with cries and weeps.
Infused with raw emotion, like a blood that seeps
on tissue, marked with everlasting hues of sound.

None other than magnificent and magic ways
of operatic lyricism, lacking praise.
How easy opera singers make their craft to seem,
when notes are high and runs are difficult and fraught
with peril. Though they sing with all they’ve rightly got,
alas – some think that opera’s just a bunch of screams.


  1. I was in the chorus of an opera in college. I'm definitely not the most operatic of singers but they needed chorus members and I thought it would be fun. It was.

    I can't dance but I imagine that singing at times does for my spirit what dancing does to a dancer's spirit, freeing and lifting.

  2. Well, my favourite opera singer, Natalie Dessay, started out as a ballet dancer, then an actress, then a chorus member, and last, one of the world's most famous colouratura singers!


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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