Showing posts with label heanes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heanes. Show all posts
Friday, May 09, 2008
rise
@ around 9 pm mars saw fit to leave cancer...
look at me, i'm paying attention to astrology...
it was a couple of months ago that mars came into cancer and i can't promise that i felt it... but i sure have felt something warish in the last week...
yesterday (thursday) or wednesday the moon entered cancer and by now it's jsut about to leave, taking mars with it...
so i'm a bit drunk...
and M came round today and we wrote the song that is at the top of this post...
i also improvised... currently rendering...
and israel turned 60...
and my little sister... the marvellous felinity turns 28 in about 5 minutes...
x
Friday, April 25, 2008
pollen cavafy piano
yesterday and today i've been scratching at my eyes like a bastard...
hay fever rears it's ugly head once more...
and lo & behold it's the burch pollen that's doing it, great pollen index website from the ever helpful BBC told me that...
went over to O's today, reversal of the last few fridays... wrote another killer tune with him & M, then drank to his birthday in the same pub that we drank to felinity's birthday in last year, which is fast approaching again now...
last night i played a piano gig in mamilanji... nice people, nice place... white piano... not the best grand piano i've ever played but pretty good, and hard work to push down those keys...
anyway i've lost the proust book somewhere and so i had cavafy with me and in between sets i found a couple of poems that i really like in that "open the pages at random" way... this book so full of tiny poems i love, finding a couple i hadn't read already was lovely:
SINCE NINE O'CLOCK
Half past twelve. Time's gone by quickly
since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp
and sat down here. I've been sitting without reading,
without speaking. Completely alone in the house,
who could I talk to?
Since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp
the shade of my young body
has been haunting me, reminding me
of shut scented rooms,
of past passion - what daring passion.
And it's also brought back to me
streets now unrecognisable,
bustling night clubs now closed,
theatres and cafés no longer there.
The shade of my young body
also brought back the things that make us sad:
family grief, separations,
the feelings of my own people,
of the dead so little recognised.
Half past twelve: how the time has gone by.
Half past twelve: how the years have gone by.
----(and on the facing page - both poems written in 1918)----
OUTSIDE THE HOUSE
Walking yesterday in an outlying neighbourhood,
I went by the house
I used to go to when I was very young.
There Eros with his wonderful power
laid hold of my body.
And yesterday
when I walked down the old road,
shops pavement, stones,
walls and balconies and windows-
all were suddenly made beautiful by the spell of love:
there was nothing ugly left there.
And as i stood staring at the door,
stood lingering outside the house,
my whole being radiated
the sensual passion stored up inside me.
(translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
hay fever rears it's ugly head once more...
and lo & behold it's the burch pollen that's doing it, great pollen index website from the ever helpful BBC told me that...
went over to O's today, reversal of the last few fridays... wrote another killer tune with him & M, then drank to his birthday in the same pub that we drank to felinity's birthday in last year, which is fast approaching again now...
last night i played a piano gig in mamilanji... nice people, nice place... white piano... not the best grand piano i've ever played but pretty good, and hard work to push down those keys...anyway i've lost the proust book somewhere and so i had cavafy with me and in between sets i found a couple of poems that i really like in that "open the pages at random" way... this book so full of tiny poems i love, finding a couple i hadn't read already was lovely:
SINCE NINE O'CLOCK
Half past twelve. Time's gone by quickly
since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp
and sat down here. I've been sitting without reading,
without speaking. Completely alone in the house,
who could I talk to?
Since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp
the shade of my young body
has been haunting me, reminding me
of shut scented rooms,
of past passion - what daring passion.
And it's also brought back to me
streets now unrecognisable,
bustling night clubs now closed,
theatres and cafés no longer there.
The shade of my young body
also brought back the things that make us sad:
family grief, separations,
the feelings of my own people,
of the dead so little recognised.
Half past twelve: how the time has gone by.
Half past twelve: how the years have gone by.
----(and on the facing page - both poems written in 1918)----
OUTSIDE THE HOUSE
Walking yesterday in an outlying neighbourhood,
I went by the house
I used to go to when I was very young.
There Eros with his wonderful power
laid hold of my body.
And yesterday
when I walked down the old road,
shops pavement, stones,
walls and balconies and windows-
all were suddenly made beautiful by the spell of love:
there was nothing ugly left there.
And as i stood staring at the door,
stood lingering outside the house,
my whole being radiated
the sensual passion stored up inside me.
(translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
Monday, April 21, 2008
a new chapter
you know sometimes you feel like that, as if things are changing, and a new cycle is beginning...
of course the human brain is a slow old beast at recognising such things and it's probably been a new chapter for a month of so now i just haven't named it as such...
so i've been looking at the improvisations, partly for a work reason, and i saw that this week, which i thought of as being wk2yr44, (last week actually), is also week 96...
which means that week 100 is on it's way, and that's something...
if you've been a reader of this blog for more than a couple of minutes you'll know i like the numbers thing...
also a few old friends have popped out of the woodwork, J from way back who i used to drink alcohol on abandoned railways tracks with when we were teenagers, he now lives in muswell hill, only for a couple of months, and D & N, who i used to work with in a telephone fundraising job a decade ago, N also being a veteran of Hotel Full of Cops (must fix that link over in the side bar, sadly our website went down at long last)...
teaching sometimes looks like something i might be coming to the end of...
i suppose i'm also a little wistful because we may well have lost our drummer in M's band over the weekend and that's sad, while there is much to be hopeful about with that situation, M & O having been round here a few times now writing songs...
oh well, anyway,
sleep (i hope) x
of course the human brain is a slow old beast at recognising such things and it's probably been a new chapter for a month of so now i just haven't named it as such...
so i've been looking at the improvisations, partly for a work reason, and i saw that this week, which i thought of as being wk2yr44, (last week actually), is also week 96...
which means that week 100 is on it's way, and that's something...
if you've been a reader of this blog for more than a couple of minutes you'll know i like the numbers thing...
also a few old friends have popped out of the woodwork, J from way back who i used to drink alcohol on abandoned railways tracks with when we were teenagers, he now lives in muswell hill, only for a couple of months, and D & N, who i used to work with in a telephone fundraising job a decade ago, N also being a veteran of Hotel Full of Cops (must fix that link over in the side bar, sadly our website went down at long last)...
teaching sometimes looks like something i might be coming to the end of...
i suppose i'm also a little wistful because we may well have lost our drummer in M's band over the weekend and that's sad, while there is much to be hopeful about with that situation, M & O having been round here a few times now writing songs...
oh well, anyway,
sleep (i hope) x
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