"I would to heaven that I were so much clay"

[14th October 2018]



I chose this song in part because it's been going round my head for several weeks now. I also chose it because it serves two strands of thought, one more painful than the other: it's a reminder that not everything by Emerson, Lake and Palmer is about bombast and reworkings of classical music (TFFT!); it also serves to echo a sadness and a longing that cannot be tempered, painfully reminding me that choices have consequences, however unforeseen and unintended.

[Post title is opening line of 'I would to heaven that I were so much clay' by Lord Byron]

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