Tim has recently reworked the name of our cat, previously known as Boing, to Boyng. More "Park Avenue," he says, indicating it was a decision they came to together. I had just finished creating a nifty montage of photos of said black (except in the sunlight) cat when my computer developed attitude and failed to restart.
So, pending the resolution of technical difficulties, here's a little haiku inspired by my evening with friend Pat at St. Mark's Episcopal Cathedral across from Loring Park. The main part of the Cathedral's music series finale was David Fanshawe's "African Sanctus." The program describes the piece as an "unorthodox setting of the Latin Mass harmonized with traditional African music recorded by the composer during his journeys up the River Nile (1969-73). The taped music from Egypt, Sudan, Uganda and Kenya is heard in counterpoint with the live chorus, soprano soloist and instrumental ensemble." The recorded sounds also include thunder and rainstorms, frogs from the marshes along the Nile, Mu'azzin calling the Muslim faithful to prayer and even women singing to their cows as they milk them! These 17 syllables do not begin to trace the breadth of that musical journey:
Drums, Latin, thunder.
Tuxedos, Mu'azzin, frogs.
Deus, Allah. One.
(And, Pat, Missa Luba (a Kenyan Mass) has the other Sanctus I was thinking of.)
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