Some long winded titles get your attention dont they? But read on it may just be a hook that has meaning and relevance.
First lines and images are like ghosts that haunt you, and fish that dont want catching, they just wont leave till you have them in your net,
but then they slip and slide all over the place, whipping their spines and tales, dissolving into labyrinthine castles and caves, till you have them safely corralled on the white sheet of paper.
Only then they dont quite conjur up what you hoped they would, something with an essence, a taste, an ache you cant quite explain is not there, or maybe the sentence doesnt take you anywhere you thought it would. But the best part is yet to come, you cock an ear to the echo, look out the maps and polish the compass, lean into the urge and stay with the process.
Trying to capture a salt water woman.
She is tall,strong, hair the colour of treacle..that whips around her face.
Her skin is lined by the wind
she holds the sea in her mind at all times.
It is an ever changing map to her. A blue print of tides and waxing moons dissolving time, shaping and changing.
She wears second hand clothes usually mens, large bulky coats and faded jeans.
and so it goes, she is there, clear as daylight begging me to tell her part of the story and I have no idea where she fits in all, or if she needs a story all of her own.
… SO..Well if the moon looks as good as she did last night, I might just go down to the rocks and holler, like a hound dog. She is in Scorpio for Beltane as well, so very potent for the pagan calender people oh and the faeries.
Been doing stuff and writing till late, tired enough to starting seeing things that arent there, but that is normal for me anyway.
I could of sworn I saw a hedgehog last night scittering across the road at full pelt. I was mentally willing whatever it was to get there before the squash machine got her. But I think it was just a blob of seaweed being blown across the road like watery tumbleweed in the wind.
Happy moon.
FURNACE ROOM LULLABY Neko Case (2000)
ALL NIGHT
ALL I HEAR
ALL I HEAR IS YOUR HEART
HOW COME? HOW COME?
I TWISTED YOU OVER AND UNDER TO TAKE YOU
THE COALS WENT SO WILD AS THEY SWALLOWED THE REST
I TWISTED YOU UNDER AND UNDER TO BREAK YOU
I JUST COULDN’T BREATHE WITH YOUR THRONE ON MY CHEST
ALL NIGHT
ALL I HEAR
ALL I HEAR IS YOUR HEART
HOW COME? HOW COME?
SO FAR UNDER THE BED INTO THE BEAMS YOU’VE GONE
I’VE GONE YOU’VE GONE
I’M WRAPPED IN THE DEPTHS OF THESE DEEDS THAT HAVE MADE ME
I CAN’T BRING THIS SOUND FROM MY HEAD THOUGH I TRY
I CAN’T SEEM TO FIND MY WAY UP FROM THE BASEMENT
A DEMON HOLDS MY PLACE ON EARTH ‘TILL I DIE
( from a utuber with great taste) By request, I’ve uploaded this audio only, digitally remastered version, of the 1950 recording of The Pearl Fishers Duet sung by Jussi Björling and Robert Merrill. Renato Cellini leads the RCA Victor Symphony Orchestra. If you get a chance go out and buy this CD. I’m on a quest to make sure that this new generation of opera lovers not forget who Björling was. Pavarotti is not the only tenor that ever lived and by no means the best. Long live Björling and Merrill!
~Tallis was a master of polyphony, that is music with more than one melodic line happening simultaneously. One of the finest examples of this is the motet Spem in Alium, written for 40 voices split into eight choirs of five. The first 20 voices all enter with exactly the same phrase, making what is known as imitative entries, before the next 20 voices enter with new material. All the parts come together finally in harmony. This piece produces a magical effect. Although one of his minor tunes (the third of a set of nine written in 1567 for Archbishop of Canterbury, Matthew Parker’s Psalter, and which did not even receive the dignity of a separate name), it was used by Ralph Vaughan-Williams as the theme in his Fantasia On A Theme Of Thomas Tallis when he was compiling the English Hymnal. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever composed.~
what I wrote after watching this for the first time one year ago, when I felt my own personal world caving in-
I’d rather be a searcher than a sheep
I’d rather turn and face than swing away
I’d rather be a Gypsy, outsider,carnival freak, than conform..
But I wont conform to non conformity ..either..
I’d rather be in the shining mystery
Than in the dullness of every day,
I’d rather be the point of ridicule than a fence -sitter- fantasist-
Original thought , ideas of genius, love that is all encompassing, non consuming and beyond any romantic idealism, love that is planetary, embracing to all sentient beings…even us, even you, even me,
The universe, the multiverse is infinite, therefor we are… full of infinite possiblities….
I strike that chord each day, and sound it, no matter what you say.
~I’d rather be a searcher than a sheep
I’d rather turn and face, than swing away
I’d rather be a Gypsy, Outsider, Carnival freak, than conform..
But I wont conform to non conformity ..either..
I’d rather be in the shining mystery
Than in the dullness of every day,
I’d rather be the point of ridicule than a fence -sitter- fantasist-
Original thought , ideas of Genius, Love that is all Encompassing, non Consuming and beyond any Romantic idealism, love that is planetary, embracing to all sentient beings…even us, even you, even me,
The universe, the Multiverse is infinite, therefor we are… full of infinite possiblities….
I strike that chord each day, and sound it,Bell like, heart opening to space.~
