WC Douglas to me: <What you mean, of course, you bloviating, pompous little peacock, <" Meaning" long ago escaped with this scumbag's brains through his colostomy bag but this was my reply:
How DARE you? I have never been called LITTLE in my life!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for the rest of your garbage, anybody who knows anything, knows you are a preposterous joke, the sort of foul smelling corpse that spouts dated, inaccurate cliches about your fetish, Mr. Wagner, who was less Wagnerian than you. You are like the other fools here whose onanism produces only matter best enclosed in an old Kleenex and flushed.
Your deaf, psychotic, inartistic excrement makes you an unfortunate sample of these kinds of lists. As is a huge roach that scatters when the lights come on, you're good to scare the squeamish and impress the peculiar; but worthless about anything else you touch on. Mr. Wagner was surely not a nice man, and liked worship, but the books about him in action at Bayreuth show a fine contempt for the tiny minds like yours, that worshiped with no understanding.
Back to Nibelheim, you noisy mental dwarf -- though as with Alberich and the Rhine Maidens -- it would be sad to miss the hideous comedy of your mental scrambling after beauties you've neither felt nor understood but somehow invested a meaningless life in, which you will never grasp.
As for the rest of your garbage, anybody who knows anything, knows you are a preposterous joke, the sort of foul smelling corpse that spouts dated, inaccurate cliches about your fetish, Mr. Wagner, who was less Wagnerian than you. You are like the other fools here whose onanism produces only matter best enclosed in an old Kleenex and flushed.
Your deaf, psychotic, inartistic excrement makes you an unfortunate sample of these kinds of lists. As is a huge roach that scatters when the lights come on, you're good to scare the squeamish and impress the peculiar; but worthless about anything else you touch on. Mr. Wagner was surely not a nice man, and liked worship, but the books about him in action at Bayreuth show a fine contempt for the tiny minds like yours, that worshiped with no understanding.
Back to Nibelheim, you noisy mental dwarf -- though as with Alberich and the Rhine Maidens -- it would be sad to miss the hideous comedy of your mental scrambling after beauties you've neither felt nor understood but somehow invested a meaningless life in, which you will never grasp.
The LARGE Bloviating Albert Innaurato (a pseudonym your sad Mrs. Claggart uses when in the mood.)
Too much for Kosovksy, a delicate sensibility and so stupid that half the words above would escape him.
Oh, well, enough for one go through.
JC (Mrs)
Have you ever noticed that A.C. Douglas, whoever he may be, has trouble keeping his stories straight?
ReplyDeleteI distinctly recall, a year or two back, A.C. Douglas writing on Opera-L about attending the Bayreuth Festival in 1959. It was, he said, an ear-opening experience.
Then, a month or two ago, again on Opera-L, he claimed that the world of opera never interested him until 1970, when he listened to an LP of “Das Rheingold” for the first time and was swept away.
Both stories cannot be true.
I suspect there are other, similarly-contrived stories to be found from him—for those with an interest in seeking them out.
I have never registered to comment on Opera-L, but I check in there once a month or so, solely to see if you have written anything.
I enjoyed your Szymanowski-Bartok-Lutoslawski post.