Circles in Life: Pigeons, Zeffirelli, the Hurdy Gurdy Man
I hope everyone had a meaningful Valentine's Day with someone special. If not, well, hang in there, tiger.
The past few months I've been going on about Donovan - aka, the Hurdy Gurdy Man - and his free-spirited music. Totally tripped out on love, I stumbled upon The Autobiography of Donovan: The Hurdy Gurdy Man (St. Martin's, 2005). It just appeared in my cubicle one day and stared up at me like a pebble smiling from the bed of a mountain stream - so groovy. I haven't delved too far yet (though, it's better than one might expect). Janet Maslin reviewed it in the NY Times this past November.
However time has treated Donovan personally, it has been kind to his music. This
book, with legitimate frustration but without hubris, reinstates that music's
seminal influence and the underlying seriousness that has always been easy to
I couldn't agree more (judging from the first three chapters), especially in regard to the work he did for Brother Sun, Sister Moon, a film directed by Franco Zeffirelli (better known for his classics Romeo and Juliet and Jane Eyre). I first experienced the mystic joys of BSSM in my 10th grade Italian class. (It's about the life of St. Francis of Assisi, so it was relevant.) Back then, the proliferation of MP3's had only begun, and out of the fifteen songs I had managed to download to my Gateway Desktop, eight or nine of them were by Donovan from this soundtrack. This, also, was something I had been going on about the past few months. My girlfriend (yes, girlfriend), being the astute and beautiful creature she is, honed in on these obsessions and gifted me the DVD for V-Day. So last night we stayed in, drank wine, and I cried like a bitch when St. Francis got all goofy on God. But the convergences did not end there.
In addition to the fantastic DVD, I was gifted Pigeons: The Fascinating Saga of the World's Most Revered and Reviled Bird by Andrew D. Blechman. I had read the NY Times review awhile back, which only reinforced my conviction that pigeons were a species of import and interest. Here's the kicker, though. The epigraph to Pigeons:
If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men. - St. Francis
It must be love.