A beautiful but chilly Pentecost Monday morning...

And I confess I have turned the space heater on, tsk. Was up at the beginning of the day to say the Office (through the Octave, like at Easter, Matins is of three psalms and three lessons i.e., for us worldly people, about as brief as it can be) and to follow the Mass from Saint Eugène-- the introit Cibavit eos was beautiful and the alleluias and sequence.

Cibávit eos ex ádipe fruménti, allelúja: et de petra, melle saturávit eos, allelúja, allelúja.
Ps 80:2
Exsultáte Deo, adjutóri nostro: jubiláte Deo Jacob.

Cibávit eos ex ádipe fruménti, allelúja: et de petra, melle saturávit eos, allelúja, allelúja.
V. Glória Patri, et Fílio, et Spirítui Sancto.
R. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Cibávit eos ex ádipe fruménti, allelúja: et de petra, melle saturávit eos, allelúja, allelúja.




The video from this morning.




But the reason I came here was to exclaim that, while I subscribe to Google Alerts for two or three names, generally speaking I scan 'em and delete the email, this morning it alerted me to a new recording of Sir James MacMillan's Cantos Sagrados. I suspect it's not at YouTube but one never knows. The what-do-you-call-it, of 54 seconds, is but it's not. This is a recording from Vienna of the first part, Identity. The work is quite 'political', from 1989, but I had never listened to it, and it is quite striking, musically. Time for Prime.



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