Category Archives: Arpoardor

Poem to (a)Muse

I was recently reminded that the cello is my favorite string instrument. It is, by far, the sexiest and the most sensual – aurally and visually – of the string instruments. As it has so many voices – wise, playful, … Continue reading

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The Fool or: You Shouldn’t Go Home Again

I am often asked if I have gone back to Brazil since leaving.  It has a simple answer (“Yes”) and an existential one: “How do you go back to a place you never really think you left?” This is the … Continue reading

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