The Poetry Kit |
| Liam Wilkinson | |||
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LIBRETTO Occasionally, I'll scour the airwaves for a station playing opera - any opera will do. As long as there is some kind of musical dialogue, frothing between the male and female; the tenor and mezzo-soprano. And turning to you, with one eyebrow raised, one hand forming an O out of forefinger and thumb, I'll translate the conversation best I can: "What would you like for dinner, darling?" "Oh, I'm not fussed, what do we have?" "Nothing exciting - I could whip us up an omelette." |
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