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  • US Open Qualifying Tournament 2014 #3

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    Above: Steve Darcis at the US Open Qualifiying Tournament 2014

    Thursday August 21st, 2014 – Another great match from Steve Darcis at the US Open Qualifying Tournament today as the Belgian player eliminated the popular American Michael Russell. Steve showed off his impressive style yet again, hopefully heading to the main draw after tomorrow’s final qualifying round.

    Michael Russell broke Steve’s serve early in the match but Steve broke right back. There were some great shots being exchanged, and Steve was coming to the net quite a bit, usually with good results. Despite some fine moments, Michael could not overcome Steve’s aggressive and technically sturdy momentum. 

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    Over on Court 6, Japan’s Hiroki Moriya (above) – who played in the 2012 US Open – bounced back from losing the first set to Ruben Bemelmans of Belgium and played two very strong sets to clinch a place in the qualifying finals. Hiroki pulled off one incredible shot as he and Ruben tangled at the net. An enthusiastic crowd of Japanese fans gave Hiroki vital support throughout the match.

    On Wednesday, as my horoscope accurately predicted, I was on an energy high. Today it seemed to have evaporated. The sun was baking the courts and I had a long space of time to wait til my next anticipated match. Between the heat and the crowds, I grew restless, walking from court to court.

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    I stopped to watch Gastao Elias (above) of Portugal play a set. Eventually the heat got to me and I decided reluctantly to leave. Checking in at the website later in the evening I found I missed several of my heroes chalking up wins: Tatsuma Ito, Di Wu, Yuichi Sugita, and Taro Daniel all advanced, with Rajeev Ram still playing.

    I’m planning to go to see the final qualifying matches on Friday, though rain is predicted. It’s a long trek from Inwood to Billie Jean’s place, so we’ll see what the morrow brings.

    It’s a bit odd that the heat defeated me today: I have been at the Open on far hotter days in past seasons. As someone who used to savour the heat and who spent many summers sunbathing devotedly, I’ve done a complete volte face since turning 64. Now I love the cold, the ice and the snow. Winter can’t get here fast enough.

  • Esser madre è un inferno

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    Elena Zilio sings “Esser madre è un inferno” from Cilea’s L`ARLESIANA: LINK 

  • US Open Qualifying Tournamement 2014 #1

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    Above: Belgium’s Steve Darcis

    Tuesday August 19th, 2014 – Steve Darcis played an immaculate first set at the US Open Qualifying Tournament today. The Belgian is one of my favorite tennis players; I first encountered him in 2007 when he played in the Qualifiers and secured a position in the main draw. He has been ranked as high as #44 (in 2008) but his successes have been counter-balanced by injuries that have kept it from attaining his rightful place in the tennis world. He has everything: serve, return-of-serve (really on today!), depth, variety of shots, great court coverage, and agility at the net.

    Throughout the first set today there was virtually nothing Spain’s Inigo Cervantes could do to keep the steam-rolling Darcis at bay. As the second set started, Cervantes seemed newly energized: his powerful serve began to work more impressively and there were some great rallies. And also some vocalism: both players loudly questioned line calls – Steve at one point rushing towards the chair umpire yelling “Jamais! Jamais! Jamais!” – and a bit later Cervantes smashed his racquet to the ground in frustration. Darcis had Cervantes at 5-4 and was serving for the match but he couldn’t close it out. They went on to a tie-breaker where Darcis finally prevailed.

    Earlier, Go Soeda – a great favorite of mine and ranked #2 among the qualifiers – played his usual gorgeous game. But Oscar Hernandez’s power and grit were too much for Go to handle. The opposite happened when Ireland’s Louk Sorenson, a powerful and almost brutal player, took the first set from Portugal’s Gastao Elias. Thereafter Elias seized the upper hand, grinding down Sorenson’s stubbornly sturdy game with craftiness and finesse and going on to victory.

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    Above: Gastao Elias

    Sorenson is a player who grunts emphatically every time he hits the ball. God help us if he and Azarenka ever team up for mixed doubles.

    Growing weary of the crowds, I decided to head home a bit earlier than I had originally planned.

  • Margriet de Moor’s THE STORM

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    The Dutch novelist Margriet de Moor has written some of my favorite books, including THE VIRTUOSO and THE KREUTZER SONATA. First published in 2005, her novel THE STORM revolves around a catastrophic event of nature which took place on January 31st, 1953: a massive, towering wave of water – driven by hurricane-force winds – crashed into the Dutch coastline, reducing the dikes to rubble with ensuing great loss of life and property. A quarter of the Netherlands’ land mass was effectively wiped off the map.

    In de Moor’s novel, Armanda has persuaded her sister Lidy to take her place at a party for Armanda’s godchild in the town of Zierikzee. In turn, Armanda will stay home, caring for Lidy’s two-year-old daughter Nadja and accompanying Lidy’s husband to a party. The sisters look so much alike and Armanda thinks this “switch” will be a charming diversion for both of them. But what neither sister can know is that Lidy is headed for the center of the oncoming, deadly storm.

    The plan goes forward; having driven thru heavy rains and winds, Lidy arrives at Zierikzee. It isn’t til later, on leaving the godchild’s party, that she realizes the life-threatening force of the storm, and that she is right in the midst of it. As the flooding commences, Lidy and a random group of strangers find refuge in the attic of a farmhouse the lower floors of which are under water. As the group deal with the delivery of one woman’s baby, the storm continues outside unabated. Back at home, news of the diasater begins to reach Armanda, her parents, and Lidy’s husband Gjoerd.

    The group huddled in the attic survive overnight and it seems next day that the flood waters might be receding just a bit; they hope for a rescue boat to come by. But a second assault of wind blows in off the North Sea and in a hair-raising moment the foundation of the house gives way. Lidy and the others are plunged into the vastness of the turbulent waters, clinging to random bits of flotsam. All hope is lost.

    For Armanda and Gjoerd there now begins a long period of time communicating with officials and going to the various recovery points, hoping to claim Lidy’s body. But all leads are false: Lidy’s name remains among the missing.

    Always somewhat attracted to one another, Armanda and her brother-in-law begin an affair out of sheer loneliness. As the months pass by and hope fades for ever finding Lidy, Armanda and Gjoerd decide to marry: Gjoerd needs a wife and little Nadja needs a mother. (It will be years, in fact, before Nadja discovers Armanda is not her real mother.)

    Things settle into a routine and the story might have faded away in a haze of memories when, some twenty years after the disaster, Armanda receives a call from the police: some remains have been found buried in the mud near the Osterschelde. Examination of the bones have led the authorities to believe they have a possible match to Lidy in terms of height and age. Also pulled from the mud along with the remains was an eroded piece of decorative metal: de Moor had subtly planted this clue for the reader. Though Armanda herself would never be certain that these bones were indeed long-dead sister’s, she accepts it as fact and along with Nadja watches as Lidy’s coffin is lowered into the grave.

    The novel’s final pages are so evocative, but I won’t spoil the ending for you. THE STORM is a very moving and well-written story.

  • Mirella Freni sings ‘Son pochi fiori’

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    Mirella Freni sings the aria ‘Son pochi fiori‘ from Mascagni’s L’AMICO FRITZ.

  • Love Doesn’t End

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    Sarah: Love doesn’t end, just because we don’t see each other.
    Maurice Bendrix: Doesn’t it?
    Sarah: People go on loving God, don’t they? All their lives. Without seeing him.
    Maurice Bendrix: That’s not my kind of love.
    Sarah: Maybe there is no other kind.

  • Irma Kolassi

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    Above: Irma Kolassi

    Listening to Irma Kolassi’s definitive recording of Chausson’s Poème de l’amour et de la mer set me in a nostalgic mood today, remembering my lovers of yesteryear and the ways in which so many of them have slipped out of my life. For not only is this music full of poignant regret but the voice is steeped in some forgotten perfume, so evocative and personal is her timbre.

    This marvelous singer is now largely forgotten, but only to listen to a few measures of her in the Chausson draws us away from the bleakness that permeates so many aspects of life today and back to a time when romance – and its alter-ego, remorse – filled the heart and permeated the dreams of a restless spirit. 

    You can read about Irma Kolassi here and listen to her voice in “Crépuscule” (‘Twilight’) from Fauré’s La Chanson d’Eve here.

  • When the Winter Chrysanthemums Go

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    When the winter chrysanthemums go,
    there’s nothing to write about
    but radishes.

    ~ Matsuo Basho

     

  • Regret & Remorse

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    “Now that it is over,
    is there a lesson
    to be learned from all this?
    A bright side? A silver lining?

    Only a lesson learned
    much too late.
    The bright side is black and
    the silver lining is tarnished
    beyond cleansing.”

    ~ Gary Jurechka