Dies Irae

SALIERI: Capisco! I know my fate. Now for the first time I feel my emptiness as Adam felt his nakedness ... [Slowly he rises to his feet.] Tonight at an inn somewhere in this city stands a giggling child who can put on paper, without actually setting down his billiard cue, casual notes which turn my most considered ones into lifeless scratches. Grazie, Signore! You gave me the desire to serve you - which most men do not have - then saw to it that the service was shameful in the ears of the server. Grazie! You gave me the desire to praise you - which most do not feel - then made me mute. Grazie tante! You put into me perception of the Incomparable - which most men never know! - then ensured that I would know myself forever mediocre. [His voice gains power.] Why? ... What is my fault? ... Until this day I have pursued virtue with vigour. I have labored long hours to serve my fellow men. I have worked and worked the talent you allowed me. [Calling up.] You know how hard I've worked! - solely that in the end, in the practice of the art which alone makes the world comprehensible to me, I might hear Your Voice! And now I do hear it - and it says only one name: MOZART! ... Spiteful, sniggering, conceited, infantine Mozart - who has never worked one minute to help another man! - shit-talking Mozart with his botty-smacking wife! - him you have chosen to be your sole conduct! And my only reward - my sublime privilege - is to be the sole man alive in this time who shall clearly recognize your Incarnation! [Savagely.] Grazie e grazie ancora! [Pause.] So be it! From this time we enemies, You and I! I'll not accept it from You - Do you hear? ... They say that God is not mocked, I tell you Man is not mocked! I am not mocked! ... They say the spirit bloweth where it listeth: I tell you NO! It must list to virtue, or not blow at all! [Yelling.] Dio Ingiusto! - You are the Enemy! I name Thee now - Nemico Eterno! And this I swear. To my last breath I shall block you on earth, as far as I am able! [He glares up at God. To the audience.] What use, after all, is man, if not to teach God His lessons?



From Peter Shaffer's Amadeus

Illustration taken from a poster for 30 Days of Night owned by Columbia pictures.

For Starters...

The thing is, I had to be talked into this.

Talked into this, tricked into this, and then sort of tripped into this. Which is my usual modus operandi when it comes to initiating things.

To elaborate, my girlfriend suggested I start a blog to (a) get into the habit of starting things (NOT my forte) (b) give me something to do while I am living the life of an unemployed bum in Cyprus, and (c) to let me offload some of the hideously circular rants I carry around in my cranium, to spew and vent my angst and fear at The State of The World, and perhaps even to remind myself of certain dreams I had had for myself and my life. Once upon a very long time ago.

Oh yes, and (d) to record occasional moments of genius (and genuflection).

So, if you think you might like the ramblings of a self-obsessed, self-pitying, spellcheck-addicted (that was just thrown in for alliterative effect) saturnine boy scout on a mission to Find His Mission and, hopefully, along the way, bump into God...

.... then REJOICE!

For you have come to the right place.