In war public music continues (where it can). It’s felt to be important as an expression of emotion and togetherness. In this pandemic physical togetherness has become suspect (pubs and restaurants are closed today by government order): we must find other means to express our human connections.
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When I heard the poems on stage (very cleverly rearranged from the published sequence, by whom, I wondered?) giving live voice to the dead wife, I had no more repressed grouchinesses.
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Almost all the pages were made up when the Metropolitan Police came knocking at the door. An unexploded WW2 bomb had been found in next door Dean Street; the Soho area was being evacuated. If he’d wanted a dog-ate-my-homework excuse for any shortcomings it would have been perfect.
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