I have been listening to a great deal of Franz Liszt this week.
Last Saturday, I stumbled across this 1845 lithograph with personal music notation and signature by Liszt. The estate sale company only had it listed as “portrait of a gentleman”....so this gentleman took a chance on it. I heard from Sotheby’s on Wednesday and they have offered to sell (Liszt?) it for me in their next books and manuscripts sale taking place in London next spring.
I am in my own personal phase of Lisztomania at the moment.
Prostrate you people! Ponder the pulchritudinous prowess provided, peerless power, paralysing passion, placed provocatively, picked then pinched, this plausible pace passing pitiful popsongs in pulsating parable, post punk poetry - praise perception and poison pabulum, permit the presentation: Permafrost.
"As the day stops dead
At the place where we're lost
I will drug you and **** you
On the permafrost"