Introit for the Third Sunday in Lent
Mine eyes are ever looking unto the Lord, for he shall pluck my feet out of the net: look thou upon me, and have mercy upon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul: my God, in thee have I trusted; let me not be confounded.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost; as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Music: Tchaikovsky, "The 1812 Overture"
I take it that a blog that is both gay and anarchist is, after the release of V for Vendetta, legally and morally required to post this on Guy Fawkes Day. I am, also, a fan of Tchaikovsky in his own right. Admittedly this is only the finale, but it's the bit with the cannons that everyone loves.