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Go, Micky, GO (And he does!)


["Micky Dolenz Live in Federal Way Washington"] and ["Micky Dolenz in Federal Way Pt 2"]


Four Handel arias not that regularly heard (i.e., as opposed to "Ombra mai fu"), from left to right:

1. "Va tacito e nascosto" from "Giulio Cesare" (1724), sung by Jennifer Larmore.
2. "Con l'ali di constanza" from "Ariodante" (1735), "" Vesselina Kasarova.
3. "Rompo I lacci, e frango i dardi" from "Flavio" (1723), "" Marta Infante.
4. "Mi restano le lagrime" from "Alcina" (1735), "" Catherine Naglestad.

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["Handel - Giulio Cesare - 'Va tacito e nascosto' Larmore/Concerto Köln/Jacobs"],["Ariodante: Con l'ali di constanza (Kasarova '06)"], ["Rompo i lacci, e frango i dardi" -- Marta Infante], and ["HANDEL: Alcina" -- naxosvideos]

Later. I could not resist adding "Scherza Infida," also from "Ariodante;" here sung by the ever reliable Tatiana Troyanos.

["Tatiana Troyanos - G. F. Handel "Ariodante" - Scherza Infida (Recording 1991*)"]


The Good That Is Always [resumed from earlier]

If God had or ever wanted to
He could make any religion true.
Yet if He did change
How things ought to be,
How would we know it was He?
The answer to this is mayhap hard to see,
Yet in thought and heart seem the key.
The fickle senses are oft at best
Limpid mud either moving or at rest.
Which if we look through them for the One,
Can make Him seem as Satan, or else the sun.
Senses then when so tricked or cajoled
Can become sharp knives that slay the soul.
Logic, by contrast, is more divine and pure
Than the pristine freshets of a glacier
By means of it we see the clearer way;
Know false from true as night from day.
Then there is our deepest heart
From which all sincere affection starts
Love is the beacon that guides us to ought;
That love which cannot be sold, cannot be bought.
Right thoughts and right love then ever be our guide;
Which tell us that God is innocence,
And that innocence here’s been crucified.

The life that lives in the sea,
Which shellfish and whales call home,
In their own peculiar state of peace,
Lie or swim silent and deep,
In darkness beyond our own.
Trilobite ancient, whose fossil we find,
What evil or sorrow could or did you know?
Long ere Man was felled by false mind,
What was death in hidden ages ago?
If less then today, it’s only because,
As the record shows (and I will insist),
All animals, even tigers and sharks,
Eat or devour merely to subsist.
Animals were, and indeed, are very good,
And the only beast that ever really was
Is the beast in our midst from outside us
And who does not what he should.

[To be continued...]


["Handel - Serse, HWV 40 "Ombra mai fu" Marilyn Horne"]




Innate knowledge? Is it possible? Not only is it possible, but it's just about the only kind you can truly and ultimately rely on. For without it, and for one thing, what comes in by way of the senses cannot be comprehended, arrayed, maintained, or structured in our minds. What's more, while knowledge or data transmitted by the senses or perception can be defiled or vitiated by, say, bad associations, innate or a priori knowledge and intuitions cannot be so harmed, that is, at least, unless the latter's importance is supplanted or usurped by sensual or secondary knowledge and understanding. As such and otherwise, innate intuitions provide us a necessary and fundamental guide and indicator to and for our better moral and and spiritual health and well being.