that is all.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Concrete Jungles Where Dreams Are Made of
Subway Encounter by Mark Ushartel ( I think)Because its been too long since I last wrote about New York. Incredible new Jay-Z song about New York to try and bait my appetite for the follow up to 'Paris, je t'aime', 'New York, I love you'. In the words of the fellow in the trailer, 'God, I love New York'.
Paris you're alright, but you're just not New York.
Saturday, 12 September 2009
the spires mad in the evening sun.
This might be one of the most typical english bit's of choral music ever, but can we forgive it? Oh i think we can.
ohh, I just wanted a picture on my post.
Thursday, 10 September 2009
Sunday, 6 September 2009
The dreams I remember from an easier time.
Ave Verum... that isn't by Mozart.
Far older
Far better
Something slightly haunting about it I always thought
Friday, 4 September 2009
The Tongue That Slaps The Sky A Hundred Times
Les Voix Traditionnelles
La nuit quand le repos pese lourd sur le toit
A défaut d'un homme-panthere dont le pas sournois
S'amplifie dans le songe,
C'est le hibou qui distille le mal sous la branche
Le jour d'orage quand le ciel claque sa langue cent fois,
C'est qu'il glane l'homme par les champs.
Pour sa racine féline
"Dieu n'a point pitié! Dieu n'a point pitié!"
Pleure l'homme de la tribu;
Un vol de corbeaux tendu dans le Soleil
Jette toujours sur la terre l'ombre d'un deuil;
Ainsi disait la mere de ma mere,
Ainsi répéta la fille
Ainsi chante le petit-fils;
Dans ses mains il tient encore les jours passés:
Une portée d'oiseaux presque morts dans le nid de la vie.
Jean Baptiste Tati-Loutard born in 1938 in the Congo is the author of this wonderful, wonderful poem. The photo is of a storm in senegal by Christian Bachellier. God, I haven't written on here in ages, OH has of course been doing a superb job and being tirelessly patient with the amount of times I've told her I'm going to write something, so here is something!
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
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