The Praise of Folly, 4: The Harp and the Ass

Gesualdo has murdered us all with his lyre,

Chi dar vita I puo, ahi, mi da morte,

which was pretty cute.

Just kidding.

Everyone was completely mutilated and the lawn,

and the Duke of Andria in a night-dress,

and I was swung around in my body until the breath

left my body.

Don’t joke about that.

There’s nothing more embarrassing than being caught

in a downward chord progression forever.

There’s nothing worse for your career than an endless monody.

I would call the police in different voices

but Gesualdo has turned mein Blot zu Wasser.

Morder, Morder, wo ist das Messer?

The police report remains unnerving after 500 years,

Prince of Venosa oh how sweet to walk in that […]

Here is a madrigal about pointing repeatedly.

Here is Gesualdo changing the subject

In the language of chromatism.

Here is Gesualdo breaking down tonality

With his wife’s knife, at night,

and displaying himself on the lawn

and diplomatic immunity

which has always been adorable.

All planets cucked by Vejovis in turn,

Strum strum minor earthquake strum,

I can’t believe it’s come to this,

Killed by beautiful madrigal guy number one,

To my eternal embarrassment, miserella, ah piu no,

Tanto gel soffrir non puo, alternate title,

The chapter where Campensis feeds you roses.

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