part of the thing they've sent is a list of all the sunsets & sunrises this year...
using this i was aware yesterday that the sun would set @ 17:34, so i was able to fix my puncture (while listening to semble's studio album... fantastic... and also while filming my front wheel going round and then stopping... something which took about 12 minutes the first time i did it, 18 minutes the second time - my camera ran out of batteries midway through the first...)... really slowly... and then get out onto the streets in that amazing light we had... i raced up to hampstead heath,
cycling up the hill, getting to the top about 3 minutes before the sun dipped below the horizon, which in turn was about 10 minutes before the sunset... this being london, the true horizon being a rare commodity...i'm also now aware that the sun will rise tomorrow morning (later this morning) @ 6:51...
tomorrow i teach from 10:30 am until 8 pm... my otherwise largely leisurely life is a bundle of work tomorrow...
but good work... i love teaching,
me & G just saw before sunrise, a film that was both disappointing and good... a little lame in places, full of beautiful ideas, things i would love to make a film about, almost like two characters from hopscotch, the cortazar novel... there's a short story of his in which a man & a woman are sat opposite on the tube, strangers...
he says to himself that if she returns his look, through the reflection of the glass to their side, he will speak to her... she does, he does... they really enjoy talking together, they get off and sit at a cafe table on the platform...
now hang on... just a moment, but can't we have cafe tables on platforms on our tube here in london? surely ladies & gentlemen there is no good reason not to...
at the end of the short story they decide not to exchange phone numbers, only to meet again if they meet again by chance...
they never meet again...
killer...
really works as a cortazar short story, doesn't work quite so well as an american film, but great that they tried to do it, whether they've heard of cortazar or not...
me & G went up to crouch end and ate in cafe solo, walking back with a slice of cake each from dunn's, along the disused railway, stopping at her folks place to pick up her bass and a mic stand for me, to drink tea and talk... lovely...
then once we were home fairly soon we had a house meeting... been brewing long and some contentious issues were raised... i don't want to go into it here but i fear the motivation behind raising this thorny issue was as an attack on spski and i hope we don't lose him as a result... bleak thought's, but thoughts none the less...
also sends a small shudder through my living arrangement here... just as i'm thinking of moving the piano here i have this minor tremor in my bedrock...
strangely inspirational times... i have at least two, maybe more, different strands of ideas that i can see a way forward with... the gigs that are coming in april which includes the material i'm writing now i hope, the film footage that i've been building up since i edited together the tree films... the films that will come... the rilke poems and the thought of recording versions of the 10 elegies, voice and piano... maybe construct visual accompaniment...
but now to bed, long day ahead...
x
PS the ghetto style of hat wearing being unfolded and so longer, the bulk of the hat coming down behind the head, reaching to the base of my neck... kind of as though i had dreadlocks... which i clearly don't have... photo may well follow,
described as ghetto by me and as hiphop by felinity's namesake who taught it to me, both of us being white middleclass...
x
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