The Eternal Breakfast Debate in a New Place

[Suffolkcoastal]

While talking Hungarian Dances, I think that takes the total to 44 so far this year, which is about 50% increase on last year, the Slavonic's are on about 27 (I'll check later). Generally overall the regurgitated warhorses are slightly up on this time last year.

[Northender]

Play nicely now!

[EdgeleyRob]

Thinking back to yestrday it may have been a Romanian dance (Bartok ?),still a flippin dance though.

[vinteuil]

... this thread is entitled "The Eternal Breakfast Debate... "

Since so many of us have dropped off - been forced off by the unbearable inanity of it all - I wonder how much longer the "Breakfast" programme will have any listeners - on these Boards, = or perhaps anywhere...

[Thropplenoggin]

... this thread is entitled "The Eternal Breakfast Debate... "

What are you implying? That this should somehow preclude me from mentioning how the bête noire of many erstwhile 'breakfast' listeners, the nigh-ubiquitous dances, are now creeping into the later, more 'serious' programme?

[EdgeleyRob]

... this thread is entitled "The Eternal Breakfast Debate... "

Since so many of us have dropped off - been forced off by the unbearable inanity of it all - I wonder how much longer the "Breakfast" programme will have any listeners - on these Boards, = or perhaps anywhere...

My car radio is always tuned to Radio 3.
When I set off for work,usually around 7 am,more often than not I switch to a cd.
The same with in tune on the way home.
Occasionally I stay tuned in for a little longer,as yesterday.

[Sir Velo]

Indeed, no other host seems as vocal or as intrusive.

"Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoffed himself to popularity,
That, being daily swallowed by men’s eyes,
They surfeited with honey and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze
Such as is bent on sunlike majesty
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes,
But rather drowsed and hung their eyelids down,
Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorged, and full."

[vinteuil]

First fleeting visit today in fact, and happened to see it.
Digression is great, I agree, but may seem perverse :

Caliban has exactly caught the metric sense of Clough, methinks...

"JUXTAPOSITION, in fine; and what is juxtaposition?
Look you, we travel along in the railway-carriage or steamer,
And, pour passer le temps, till the tedious journey be ended,
Lay aside paper or book, to talk with the girl that is next one;
And, pour passer le temps, with the terminus all but in prospect,
Talk of eternal ties and marriages made in heaven.
Ah, did we really accept with a perfect heart the illusion!
Ah, did we really believe that the Present indeed is the Only!
Or through all transmutation, all shock and convulsion of passion,
Feel we could carry undimmed, unextinguished, the light of our knowledge!
But for his funeral train which the bridegroom sees in the distance,
Would he so joyfully, think you fall in with the marriage-procession?
But for that final discharge, would he dare to enlist in that service?
But for that certain release, ever sign to that perilous contract?
But for that exit secure, ever bend to that treacherous doorway?—
Ah, but the bride, meantime,—do you think she sees it as he does?
But for the steady fore-sense of a freer and larger existence,
Think you that man could consent to be circumscribed here into action?
But for assurance within of a limitless ocean divine, o’er
Whose great tranquil depths unconscious the wind-toss’d surface
Breaks into ripples of trouble that come and change and endure not,—
But that in this, of a truth, we have our being, and know it,
Think you we men could submit to live and move as we do here?
Ah, but the women,—God bless them!—they don’t think at all about it.
Yet we must eat and drink, as you say. And as limited beings
Scarcely can hope to attain upon earth to an Actual Abstract,
Leaving to God contemplation, to His hands knowledge confiding,
Sure that in us if it perish, in Him it abideth and dies not,
Let us in His sight accomplish our pretty particular doings,—
Yes, and contented sit down to the victual that He has provided.
Allah is great, no doubt, and Juxtaposition his prophet.
Ah, but the women, alas! they don’t look at it in that way.
Juxtaposition is great;—but, my friend, I fear me, the maiden
Hardly would thank or acknowledge the lover that sought to obtain her,
Not as the thing he would wish, but the thing he must even put up with,—
Hardly would tender her hand to the wooer that candidly told her
That she is but for a space, an ad-interim solace and pleasure,—
That in the end she shall yield to a perfect and absolute something,
Which I then for myself shall behold, and not another,—
Which, amid fondest endearments, meantime I forget not, forsake not.
Ah, ye feminine souls, so loving and so exacting,
Since we cannot escape, must we even submit to deceive you?
Since, so cruel is truth, sincerity shocks and revolts you,
Will you have us your slaves to lie to you, flatter and—leave you?"

[Thropplenoggin]

"Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoffed himself to popularity,
That, being daily swallowed by men’s eyes,
They surfeited with honey and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze
Such as is bent on sunlike majesty
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes,
But rather drowsed and hung their eyelids down,
Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorged, and full."

I haven't studied this play (Henry IV, Pt. 1) nor was I familiar with the notion of "enfeoffment" (which just goes to show, that at 35, there are still new words to be learnt):

en·feoff
To invest with a feudal estate or fee.
[Middle English enfeffen, from Anglo-Norman enfeoffer : Old French en-, causative pref.; see en-1 + Old French fief, fief; see fee.]

When M. Caliban returns, he may avail himself of the naughty chaise longue in the naughty listening room, where he may select one of the following for an hour's uninterrupted listening, whilst writing 1,000 lines: "With great power comes great responsibility."





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p.s. I still cannot follow the logical thrust of your argument. 'Hungarian dances' was the subject under discussion. I merely noted its appearance in the adjoining programme. That I should have squirreled this egregious digression away in a, ahem, "pre-eminently more suitable thread" (puh-lease!) i.e. continue a discussion across threads, would have served only to confuse rather than bring order. I can't honestly believe that you require this level of On Topic-ness.

[vinteuil]

... nor was I familiar with the notion of "enfeoffment" (which just goes to show, that at 35, there are still new words to be learnt... )

... o, I too find there are still words to be learnt - [vinteuil æt: lxi ]

[Thropplenoggin]

... o, I too find there are still words to be learnt - [vinteuil æt: lxi ]

A mere babe-in-arms on this forum, Vintner.

[french frank]

Since so many of us have dropped off - been forced off by the unbearable inanity of it all - I wonder how much longer the "Breakfast" programme will have any listeners - on these Boards, = or perhaps anywhere...

Well, someone emailed yesterday (they constantly expect FoR3 to have the answers - even though we post clear Not-The-BBC disclaimers), anyway, he wanted to know what was the piece of 'Greek music' Petroc played on Monday. I obligingly identified it as the track by L'Arpegiatta [sic - though I corrected the spelling]. However, looking at the playlist I was pretty underwhelmed:

Antonin Dvorak Slavonic dances - series 1 (Op.46), no.5 in A major (did you get that one sc?)
Richard Rodney Bennett A Good Night (don't know though - is it all right?)
Emmanuel Chabrier Joyeuse marche (again)
John Bacchus Dykes Eternal Father Strong to Save Performer: Huddersfield Choral Society
Johann Strauss II (as usual) Perpetuum mobile (Op.257)
Ron Goodwin Those magnificent men in their flying machines
Eric Whitacre Lux Arumque

All perfectly fine individually, one might argue, but en bloc light and repetitious, and with a couple of other pieces (plus Wm Tell Overture, Marriage of Fig overture) an unappetising collection. But my emailer was listening ...

[Old Grumpy]

This thread is getting far too intellectual for Breakfast listeners...





... I'll have to go elsewhere

OG

[Northender]

0743:
'So, here IS 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice' by ....er... the composer of ...The... Oh dear. I've lost my piece of paper. Are we playing 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice' - yes, here it is, 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice' by Paul Dukas' (or words to that effect. As the dedicatee was a listener's 10-month-old son, he was presumably, and mercifully, unaware of this example of a Radio 3 presenter escaping from a holoe which he has just dug).

[cloughie]

0743:
... unaware of this example of a Radio 3 presenter escaping from a holoe which he has just dug).

I like your new word for it Norths - slightly deeper than an ordinary hole?