I was at the Copa. Harry, whose "scratchings" have amused, inspired, intrigued, and otherwise affected me — always for the better, posted a somewhat dark picture of a couple entwined in full tango extension. And he said it was a picture of me. And I was very proud, honored to be so acknowledged. Later in the week we heard a string quartet performance of a new composition by Viñao, "The Loss and the Silence." The piece was starkly modern, or "postmodern" musically, but embracing the grand narrative threads of Tolkien’s work and hence not postmodern philosophically at all. Thank god. There were brief passages of Argentine music throughout and a hint of tango in the closing two or three bars.
Now Harry has gone, where we do not know. The blog world is experiencing a loss and a silence. A good long time ago I chided Harry lightly regarding his anonymity, and he answered back in a comment thread that he would be okay talking about that anonymity further with me. I never took him up on that, and now I regret it. Had I chivvied from him his identity, I could now inquire after him, call him on the phone, send him an email. As it is, I miss his blog, and I’m worried about his sudden departure. It’s a helpless feeling. If you know where Harry is and how he’s doing, please let me know.
Harry… if you’re out there, let us all know what’s up. Please.
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