Frank Corcoran

Not push moving to shove but Great Heat Summer collapsing now, today, into Still Very Hot Autumn, season of mellow, smellow.
Is ripeness all?
Yes, if we include the anima naturaliter ecstatica. Good art needs high ecstasy, the glory of the urge to create, to burst, the quill spilling over, the High Point, a GREAT shout in the Joycean street…. Hooray has to meet Anger,
Wallop should meld into Batedebejaysus orchestrally, a sigh or a smile or a sob to melt your entrails. Keep it Baroque, Bach !
Walnuts ripen. Vegetable marrows and vines and olives…. why not the composer now ?