Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Mo less keen, eh?



I don't think it's Mo in the photo below, you know. It's actually a postcard, one that was thrust on me when I went to an expat trade, arts and crafts forum in Montpellier last summer. Goodness knows why. The league promoting breast-feeding was called La L├Ęche, which literally means 'the lick', and they had a stand there. I'm afraid my days of having anything to do with breast-feeding are rather distant now, but I'm more than happy to support it, and if publishing this photo encourages the multitude of undecided mothers-to-be who drop in here to say OK, let's go for it, I won't have wasted my time.

I'm busy just now on a composition called L'Imitation de Notre-Dame la Lune, The Imitation of Our Lady the Moon, which is a collection of about 40 poems by one Jules Laforgue. Over the last few days I've been struggling to set to music the following lines addressed to the moon:

Oui, tu as la gorge bien faite
Mais, si jamais je ne m'y allaite ?

Yes, you have a well-formed breast
But [what's that to me] if I never suckle there?

A few nights ago I woke up with a ready-made tune for this coursing through my head. I was uneasy about it, because it was a stomping, in-your-face, pint-pot swinging sort of tune, suggestive of Munich beer halls in October and not in the least reminiscent of the full moon or breasts or mother's milk. Anyway, not to waste this 3am dream-bounty, I sat up very quietly and reached for a wonderful present which the ever-thoughtful J. had given me for Christmas: a Moleskine music notebook. (That's it on the piano music-desk, at the top of this post. )

As I wrote the tune down - by moonlight, very apt - it occurred to me that maybe a pint of beer gives the same relative satisfaction to the punter as a breastful of milk to the baby, so I could use the quasi-drinking song that I'd dreamt with impunity. In fact this seemed quite a daring idea, until it I realised that Laforgue's point was that you're as likely to get milk out of the moon as you are sense out of a scarecrow. I couldn't - and can't - work out the aesthetic implications behind all this, so I gave up and went back to sleep. And if I hadn't had my beautiful Moleskine, and if I hadn't written it down, by morning it would have gone.


18 comments:

Sarah said...

I think your mind is on other things, and not the music Christopher!

Z said...

It's all tits and bums on your and my blog nowadays, isn't it? Mind you, your tit is rather more pleasant to look at than my bum.

Rog said...

Did you not have a Milkskone Notebook? Also, a Stratocaster is very good for playing licks.

Christopher said...

Ah, Sarah, you may be right. I haven't had a decent pint for months and months. You are so perceptive!

Z: I'm very surprised at your reaction, and can only suppose that 'bum' is a colloquial Norfolk word for 'postal order'.

Rog: Licks talionis, that would be?

Z said...

And titter-me-torter is the Norfolk for a see-saw.

Christopher said...

Has your physio recommended a t-m-t for your hip?

Z said...

Not quite yet, the angle is wrong. But splendid non-weight bearing exercise once it's allowed. Good for the leg muscles.

Christopher said...

But whom will you have the other end? Does your escort service extend to this? Or could you make do with a spacehopper?

Z said...

I think that the patience of any gentleman, however courteous, might be put to the test in this circumstance. However, I have several grandchildren and, since I would be using the local playground, they would provide splendid 'cover' for me, as well as useful counterbalance.

I'm afraid this is how I talk upon a grateful return to red wine.

Christopher said...

In vino veritas?

(Theatre of Blood DVD arrived today. Thanks so much for identifying it, Z.)

I, Like The View said...

I love Moleskine notebooks. . .

Dave said...

I go away for a few days, and how standards slip!

ILTV will be doing rude next.

I, Like The View said...

oh no I won't

Christopher said...

So glad you're back, Dave, to keep order among your girlies, the ones Rog catalogued for you in case you'd forgotten any during your absence. My original post was a very model, as always, of chaste and tasteful propriety. It was that Z. that threw in the spanner of indecorum. Maybe you'll have a firm word with her?

Z said...

Maybe Dave will give it some thought first. After all, I'm a lot older than he is and am used to being spoken to gently.

Christopher said...

I'm sure he will, Z. I understand he's known as Mr Soft and Gentle in the profession, which is more promising than being called Joe Soap.

Dave said...

I'm not known for being firm.

Christopher said...

Well, just a word, then. Verb sap.