Hallelujah

Posted By on November 11, 2011

David played the secret chord. That’s what we’re going to look for in the Bard.

The secret chord.

He took David for his example.  

“Set your whole delight” in God’s wisdom, urged his uncle Arthur Golding in dedicating his 1571 translation of Calvin’s psalms to him.

“Occupy yourself day and night, to lay it up in your heart….to make your songs of it, to remember it night and day, to count it sweeter than honey, to take it as an heritage, and to make it the joy of your heart.”

So let’s not have any more guff about what a nasty piece of work he was. He was no worse than Lear, Hamlet, Poor Tom, or even….David.

His tongue was the pen of a ready writer….

About the author

Roger Stritmatter is a native liberal humorist who lives in Baltimore, Maryland. Contrary to rumor, he does not live on North Avenue. He does, however, work on North Avenue. A pacifist by inclination, one of his heroes is John Brown. But he thinks that Fredrick Douglass, another of his heroes, made the right decision. Stritmatter's primary areas of interest include the nature of paradigm shifts, the history of ideas, and renaissance literature, the latter a field in which he has published extensively

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2 Responses to “Hallelujah”

  1. Lurking Ox says:

    This is soooo good.

  2. Roger Stritmatter says:

    Ya. I can listen to it a million times. Also, methinks, very apropos our story in all kinds of ways….I never used to like Leonard Cohen. Now he’s one of my favorite composers and this rendition by Buckley is phenomenal.

    Thanks for checking it out.

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