Poetry, music, love

 Through the Front Window 

Leaves flicker in anticipation.

When they are gone,

Branches will sway and twist.

Everything is music, is dance.

Coloured lights will reveal on hills.

Bobbing, as boats in a bay, 

Winking, twinkling.

Everything is art.

Reading the poetry and works of Czelsaw Milosz, Boris Pasternak and Anna Akhmatova over the next wee while to sustain the soul.

Taken up singing with a classical choir whilst in search of Jazz and Ella’s song book. I think the music’s coming back to Wool City.

Black mohair project almost at completion.

Poetry, music, love….what else do you need apart from a good soup for lunch. Broccoli and green lentil today.

jazzposter

 

Rest thee Leonard

This year has taken many talented people – musicians, actors, comedians and more.

It has also been a year of political disappointment – Brexit, the election in the USA. Monsters have erupted out of the ground everywhere.

The far right moves across our Western world, openly. People collude knowingly or perhaps in ignorance, not believing that there is a swell of fascism under their noses. I find this hard to stomach – this kind of eery ignorance.

I have spoken often about the rise of fascism in recent months and feel that many don’t listen. Be aware. Know thyself.

And now Leonard Cohen has gone. Music is a precious gift we gave to ourselves. Use it wisely and with love, it will take us through times such as these.

I am spending the weekend with music. I cherish the musician, songwriter, singer and appreciate all that songs have done for me.

I also need to get back in to that rock choir and pluck a balalaika. Everything in the right order, at its own pace – winter is almost here.

 

Well I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

I like a man in a suit and trilby…I can listen to a baritone voice and some exceptionally beautiful, poetic lyrics. Rest in peace Leonard and thank you, for the songs.

cohen