Moonlight Sonata and poetry

Today I listened to Moonlight Sonata, on the ABC Life is Beautiful CD Vol 4 (the "perfect soundtrack to your day"), at work several times. I was just in a Moonlight Sonata mood - and it reminds me of growing up in Tamworth, where my Mum used to play it a lot, for a time, on the little upright piano in the little house in Calala. There is a certain hesitancy and heaviness in the piece. I used to think Mum just couldn't play it very well, as though she was pausing to get all her fingers in the right place before she actually hit the note, sometimes a little too hard, but I have since discovered that that is how it is (and I like it that way) ...

Then I read this post by Abraham Piper, which actually came from Karsten Piper, and filled my lunch time up with poetry. 'Twas a good lunch.

I caught up with my friend Simone from Brisbane on Sunday, who was in Sydney for a song-writer's workshop, and she leant me First of the Last Chances by Sophie Hannah, after some discussion about Sophie Hannah in the past. I read the whole book in bed one night in that thirsting search for the poem that would resonant somewhere. I didn't find it that night, though I do like the title poem, but I'm going to give it more than one late-night read.

P.S. Apologies for all these short and somewhat frivolous posts of late. I am a little pressed for time after hours indexing a book on Greek verbs for Con Campbell and formatting the Equal but Different magazine (and still managing to consume enough time in blogland without putting a whole lot of thought into my own posts).