Sinagogue of Atonement
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We all desire a perfect player of
Romantic kisses, lips that make the flames
Of passion’s sacredness . . . where tongues mean love,
That love which no Antarctic iceberg tames.
We want a heldentenor at the height
Of holy singing, sounds of songing gold,
As golden as euphonium of mouth, bright
But mellow, warm the tongue, forever bold;
La Stupenda of sopranos, diva made
Of softest flesh and spit, of trills, roulades
And leaping octaves, thrilling like a blade —
Bring beauty holier than monks in Lauds.
We need a prodigy like Mozart in
The Sistine’s sphere — obliterating sin.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Mar 24, 2025 | HE, KI, MU, RO |