A Queen’s Work Is Never Done

Buzzfeed Sports have what I’m sure they thought would be a funny piece cataloguing the Queen’s sixteen most excited faces captured during the recent opening ceremony for the London 2012 Olympic Games. This is obviously in reference to the numerous remarks by commentators that Queen Elizabeth II seemed less than enthralled or impressed by many of the goings-on in the stadium.

However, as I started to look through the pictures I became more convinced that the bored and often distant facial expressions are much more a symptom of tiredness than boredom. And not just day-to-day tiredness, but a rather more profound one.

Take this, for example:

Image by Pascal Le Segretain / Getty Images

Here, the Queen is declaring the London 2012 Olympic Games officially open. This was a joyous moment, but I believe she spoke fewer than twelve words.

Or this one:

Image by WPA Pool / Getty Images

And compare these to this image of the Queen at the Commonwealth Games in Manchester, a decade ago:

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. Photograph: Ryan Pierse/Getty Images

Of course, she continues to fulfil all of her duties as head of state superbly, and beyond reproach. But, quite understandably, a decade older and with her husband in failing health, and fresh from an exhausting list of Diamond Jubilee commitments, she does appear to be slowing down markedly.

All of which is perfectly fine, but for the fact that more and more of her duties are likely to fall to her heir, the organic food-loving, modern architecture-hating, idiosyncratic Prince Charles.

Ah well.

Monday Morning Poetry

Christina Rossetti

 

This morning I was catching up on Andrew Sullivan’s weekend blogging (yes, I’m a Dishhead), and unusually I actually recognised the poem selected for his “A Poem For Sunday” segment.

This rarely happens; poetry has never really been my thing, but since I studied this particular poet at school I enjoyed her writing.

I thought I would reproduce this one in full on my blog, as a tonic from the caustic observations and dissents that I seem to have been producing a lot of recently. I don’t want to develop a reputation as a total grouch.

“Remember”, by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future that you planned;
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve;
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

I found this much more understatedly moving and memorable than “Goblin Market“, which we also studied. But then unlike my own writing, in poetry I have always favoured brevity.

Music For The Day

A performance of Samuel Barber’s evocative, nostalgic “Knoxville: Summer of 1915”, performed here by the gifted soprano Dawn Upshaw, accompanied by the Orchestra of St. Luke’s with David Zinman conducting.

 

I heard this piece for the first time at a London Symphony Orchestra concert in 2007 and foolishly allowed it to slip from my mind until I recently stumbled upon it once again.

Well worth purchasing this particular recording if you are a Samuel Barber fan.

Music For The Day

A fine performance of the piece “Melancolie” by Francois Poulenc, played and uploaded by a YouTube user:

 

Happy Sunday everyone.

Music For The Day

Rachmaninov Prelude Op.32 No.13 in D flat major, performed here by Vladminir Ashkenazy:

 

A fitting end to Rachmaninov’s wonderful cycle of 24 preludes.