Most of this day have been used equally on Phill and planning how the so called slow opening of the Danish society is going to be handled. Danes have proved almost too good at social distancing and I think that many have simply enjoyed the hygge of being together with their families. Many have also been lonely and a large portion of my wife's and my time has been used on talking to people.
I have more or less decided only to post here on Hive. I was tempted at doing some double- or shit- or light-posting, but in the end I really couldn't get myself to do much. I still vote on people for what is left of my Steem power, but I think that I will mainly just concentrate on this place.
As I wrote in a post yesterday I have not been listening to rhythmic music for a while, but has been in a melancholic and awaiting mood that has resonated more with Fin de siècle, renaissance and early baroque. One of the most beautiful songs I have been listening to and even been playing on my daughters flute is John Dowlands, Flow my tears. Here is a beautiful rendering by the Argentinian soprano, Valeria Mignaco.
Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days, my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts, for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.
