choir past they sit, mouths opened yet silent, poised for the subtle movement to raise their voices. there! the lead sees it and raises a high note. quickly the others join in. from many, a cacophony filled with demand desire echoes out into the world. a blurred flutter, and the voices rise higher. the mother alights, mouth full of worms, grasshoppers, and sometimes the rare cicada. her small choir jostle and sing, hoping for a prime morsel. 220727 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I forget if this happened for real or in a dream: someone asks about spaces that are both Christian-friendly and LBGTQ+-friendly, and I answer: In my experience? community choirs. Hm. Neither a dream, nor an actual exchange, if I remember right: someone wrote the question (not on blather but another Internet space), and I only thought of this answer later. And of course it's not a perfect, always-applicable answer. Plus, you'd have to take the word of a more agnostic bird; the bitonal advice of Half-Gay Spice. (I'm also Literal Spice. I recommend tarragon.) Community choirs are also something that I missed for the past two pandemic years, so Monday's practice was a joy. A renewal. Fauré's Requiem (of course the director would start us on the hardest parts) plunged us into a gothic-revival soundscape, with the incense of avant-garde harmonies spicing up the medieval gloom. Low_voices and high. Contrast, unity. 220917 what's it to you? who go blather from