So the mile's walk at 0500 was pleasant indeed. As usually happens each season, I had to pause to think why it was so light at such an early hour, eh.
It is the feast of the great Saint Martin of Tours (316-397) on Thursday, the 11th day of the 11th month; during the incensing of the altar the Schola is singing his Litaniae (just after the 55 minute mark in the recording).
V/. Dicamus omnes, Domine, miserere.R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Ex toto corde, et ex tota mente, adoramus te.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Pro stabilissima pace, et prospera Galliæ constitutione, supplicamus te.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Pro Congregatione Catholica, quæ est in hoc loco constituta, invocamus te.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Pro gubernatoribus nostris, et omni exercitu nostris, Rex regum.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Pro aëris temperie, et fructibus ac fœcunditate terræ, largitor bone.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Pro Civitate ista, et conservatione ejus, deprecamur te.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Pro his qui infirmantur et diversis languoribus detinentur, sana eos.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Pro remissione peccatorum, et emendatione eorum, invocamus te.
R/. Domine, miserere.
V/. Exaudi nos, Deus, in omni oratione nostra, quia potens es.
V/. Dicamus omnes:
R/. Domine, miserere.
Every once in a while I run across an interesting piece in the Guardian, 'interesting' in the sense 'of actual interest' and not 'amusing, ridiculous, fantastical'. Why don't singers of opera deafen their colleagues on stage, the Guardian's readers were asked. 'ThereisnoOwl' responded.
Back in the 1920s at rehearsals in an unsuitably small Milan rehearsal room for the premiere of Puccini’s Turandot, tenor Arturo Sfumato, in the star role of Calàf, performed an impassioned aria in too close proximity to the left ear of eminent lyric soprano Norma Tivoli, resulting in instant and permanent partial deafness that prevented her from taking the role of Liù and terminated her career. Naturally, the composer and the whole cast were devastated, and the inconsolable Sfumato begged Puccini to insert a song for him to perform in honour of the poor victim of the accident. As history relates, the composer did just that, in the form of what has come to be recognised as one of his greatest masterpieces-- the celebrated aria Deafen Norma.
The comment is entirely comic invention.
Post Sextam. As I finish my dinner of halibut and fennel cooked in cream and garlic, I see this post by Matthew Plese on customs associated in the Church's tradition with the celebration of Saint Martin's feast.
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