I have decided to slightly switch directions in my blog posts. There will be less of my thoughts and opinions on life, except in my poetry, which I will continue to post. I am going to share music I love, mostly live performances by Counting Crows. I hope to capture the diversity of the band through their live performances. With each post you will get a random set of videos, which might not flow like a live concert but will give you some idea of what you might experience at a live concert. My major interests in life right now are music, managing my fantasy baseball team, watching the Toronto Blue Jays, reading and Letterman. So I suppose I might comment on those hobbies, and provide you with links to what I am reading. There is a wide world out there, as most of you know and are living in it. This is a small wave of information in a wide ocean. I am usually drowning but you might be swimming.
Le Ballet D Or
From Sunday Mornings
May 31, 2008 Luxembourg
1492
From Saturday Nights
February 8, 2008 World Cafe Philadelphia
Have You Seen Me Lately
From Recovering The Satellites
February 5, 2008 Fuse Television
Round Here
From August and Everything After
Pinkpop Holland June, 2008
You Ain`t Going Nowhere
Bob Dylan cover
August 19, 2008 Toronto, Canada
Why Should You Come When I Call with Augustana
From Hard Candy
July 2009 Somewhere out in America
Speedway
From This Desert Life
July 9, 2009 Sarnia, Canada
Anna Begins
From August and Everything After
May 26, 2009 Sheffield, England
Colorblind
From This Desert Life
June 27, 2009 Chicago
Come Around
From Sunday Mornings
August 19, 2008 Toronto, Canada
The book I am currently reading is called I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb. It tells the story of two twin brothers, one with schizophrenia and one without. I am about 300 pages through what I think is around 800 pages. A link to information about the book is below.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Know_This_Much_Is_True
I wrote the following last night.
The Word Forever Means Very Little To Me
The July sun has begun its daily descent
A fireball of red burning our green trees
I missed its arrival on the wings of birds
Their morning songs no longer wake me
Staying comatose opposes the emptiness
I am safer when my eyes are tightly shut
The love is dried and blotched like skins
Chances are it will never be crystal clear
I have complicated things beyond repair
A shaking hand of nervousness remains
Where firmness and strength are wanted
I rarely venture out to my favourite spots
The river no longer finds me by its banks
Mother Nature has no solace to offer me
I used to memorize landmarks and signs
A collector of resting places for romance
When believing was as easy as breathing
I do not bother anymore with luck games
My karma is inevitably bad in this phase
There might be others after reincarnation
I believe in the nothingness of existence
The insignificance resulting from living
After thousands of years have dissipated
I will not be thought of like every person
Our Earth becoming ashes in outer space
Where our superior technology failed us
I do not want part of the story being told
My mind requires more and craves facts
The word forever means very little to me
I need a fixed date of our supposed return
Life gives a negative return on investment
There is no way any of us are getting rich
I suffer and should not like endless others
While people are silently in physical pain
They have no complaints and are faithful
I wish believing in anything was possible
But for me it will be more than a red sun
Even a woman who cares might fail here
I am far from the person who once cared
Whether being kind was enough for love
History has big screened its inadequacies
I am only here for the music and popcorn.
13 July 2009
Living is a lifetime commitment.
Happy 58th Birthday Dad.
john.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
"Turn the lights down low and close the door, I'm trying to feel the way, I felt before, I'll cry in the middle of the day.........."
A great song from Pete Yorn, Don't Wanna Cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2j6Zx4GF7c
So the Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup Friday night, beating Detroit 2-1 in a rather boring game 7. The game definitely didn't live up to the hype and Sidney Crosby was left watching the end of the game with a knee injury. As deserving as I thought he was of winning the cup after a good playoff, Malkin won the Conn Symthe trophy over an equally deserving Marc-Andre Fleury. I am happy the Penguins won but wasn't pleased with Crosby showing up the Wings by taking his time making it the traditional handshaking. The captain of the Detroit Red Wings Nicklas Lidstrom didn't help matters by leaving the ice quickly and not waiting for Crosby, though I don't blame him after being on the losing side. As I get older, I appreciate more and more the greatness of Wayne Gretzky, Gretzky would never have done what Crosby did. Gretzky was classy whether he won or lost. The clip below pretty much sums up Gretzky, it is taken from his final game over ten years ago now, Bob Cole's brilliant narrative accurately describes Gretzky's character.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U93zJNDgZcY
Over the weekend Iran's President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad won a nearly 2-1 landslide over reformist Mir Hossein Moussavi. This result is another blow to democracy in the Middle East and has produced protests in Iran not seen since 1979. I am not surprised by the results because I expect nothing but fraud and lies from the Iran and the region as a whole. There are those usually in the majority but holding a minority of power or money who want change but can't foster it because their lives aren't valued. Those with the majority of power will attempt to keep it at all costs and the world of sanctions does nothing to stop them. They can't be removed because the world lacks the courage or the resources. The article below does a job of explaining the situation.
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/06/15/gerges.iran.election/index.html
Today was another fine spring day, there were low and rather large white clouds, they scattered about between blue skies and watched as occasional aircraft passed by. Being close to the airport, albeit not a busy airport, the sky gets interrupted by aircraft from time to time. I saw what looked like a 747, a couple of twin-engined low flyer's, a couple of jets flying high and trailing white vapour and the hospital emergency helicopter, its orangeness is an almost daily sight.
I wrote the following piece late this afternoon after thinking about spring and summer merging, hoping spring's weather would last long into the summer. There of course is a sadness in the piece, like everything I write and the part of about tears, might be true. I really don't know but it fits very well with Mr. Yorn's song.
An Open Palm
Spring will soon arrive at the gates of summer
A pearl reflecting sunlight from an open palm
Offering cool breezes and white wedding days
When August's heat becomes too much to take
Our memories will place us safely in the shade
Where familiar music is played and love made
Until October finally lets us be free in autumn
Pilgrims searching for colours to define beauty
I am a collector of thoughts usually unrelated
They ramble like old drifters between villages
Pursuing a better life or simply growing tired
Restless sleeping under the same roof or stars
No matter the season and its current progress
When the time comes thoughts like people go
Their departure can leave a mysterious aura
Questions with only air to dry them out on
Our eyes are washed clean by psychic tears
Paraded down our cheeks in shameful lines
Crying is absolutely necessary and healthy
There often does not have to be a reason
Beethoven could very easily make us flood
I should take my own advice but rarely do
Stubbornness like emptiness are my fortes
Inspiration is an unknown women smiling
When all around me is my usual frowning
The reflection of myself as a cranky man
After youth has left my side like everyone
Who really mattered through the silences
A string will remain where pearls shined
Their absence is equally as breathtaking.
15 June 2009
I shaved my playoff beard tonight, well it was actually only an 8 day old beard but still it really started itching last night. I can't go more than 2 weeks but my skin is usually better when I don't shave, well better by my standards anyway.
I missed the sunset writing this, which I only decided to do after realizing I had already seen tonight's episode of Big Bang Theory and the rest of CBS' Monday night lineup. I only watch half hour shows, my attention span doesn't last an hour and I don't really like too many of the half hour shows, so I don't really watch much television. I did happen to see the preview below of the Cleveland show coming this fall on FOX, I even laughed at its mention of Adam Duritz as that munch from Counting Crows. The preview is below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sT-sNBKpDEo
So why not a couple of Counting Crows clips.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNhJ2s2P4fY
Einstein on the Beach (Fan video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFyBKViaP2I
Baby I'm a Big Star Now (Fan video, not a very good one, scary in fact)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvKk4QxA-H8
Oh La La (Fan video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48sAQnRYMMo
Mr. Jones (acoustic Storytellers)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2YNBveCrLo
When I Dream of Michelangelo (October 2008 NJ)
Well those are my ramblings for this fine June evening, even if I did miss the sun setting and there were no new laughs regarding big bang theories.
john edward charles.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2j6Zx4GF7c
So the Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup Friday night, beating Detroit 2-1 in a rather boring game 7. The game definitely didn't live up to the hype and Sidney Crosby was left watching the end of the game with a knee injury. As deserving as I thought he was of winning the cup after a good playoff, Malkin won the Conn Symthe trophy over an equally deserving Marc-Andre Fleury. I am happy the Penguins won but wasn't pleased with Crosby showing up the Wings by taking his time making it the traditional handshaking. The captain of the Detroit Red Wings Nicklas Lidstrom didn't help matters by leaving the ice quickly and not waiting for Crosby, though I don't blame him after being on the losing side. As I get older, I appreciate more and more the greatness of Wayne Gretzky, Gretzky would never have done what Crosby did. Gretzky was classy whether he won or lost. The clip below pretty much sums up Gretzky, it is taken from his final game over ten years ago now, Bob Cole's brilliant narrative accurately describes Gretzky's character.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U93zJNDgZcY
Over the weekend Iran's President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad won a nearly 2-1 landslide over reformist Mir Hossein Moussavi. This result is another blow to democracy in the Middle East and has produced protests in Iran not seen since 1979. I am not surprised by the results because I expect nothing but fraud and lies from the Iran and the region as a whole. There are those usually in the majority but holding a minority of power or money who want change but can't foster it because their lives aren't valued. Those with the majority of power will attempt to keep it at all costs and the world of sanctions does nothing to stop them. They can't be removed because the world lacks the courage or the resources. The article below does a job of explaining the situation.
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/06/15/gerges.iran.election/index.html
Today was another fine spring day, there were low and rather large white clouds, they scattered about between blue skies and watched as occasional aircraft passed by. Being close to the airport, albeit not a busy airport, the sky gets interrupted by aircraft from time to time. I saw what looked like a 747, a couple of twin-engined low flyer's, a couple of jets flying high and trailing white vapour and the hospital emergency helicopter, its orangeness is an almost daily sight.
I wrote the following piece late this afternoon after thinking about spring and summer merging, hoping spring's weather would last long into the summer. There of course is a sadness in the piece, like everything I write and the part of about tears, might be true. I really don't know but it fits very well with Mr. Yorn's song.
An Open Palm
Spring will soon arrive at the gates of summer
A pearl reflecting sunlight from an open palm
Offering cool breezes and white wedding days
When August's heat becomes too much to take
Our memories will place us safely in the shade
Where familiar music is played and love made
Until October finally lets us be free in autumn
Pilgrims searching for colours to define beauty
I am a collector of thoughts usually unrelated
They ramble like old drifters between villages
Pursuing a better life or simply growing tired
Restless sleeping under the same roof or stars
No matter the season and its current progress
When the time comes thoughts like people go
Their departure can leave a mysterious aura
Questions with only air to dry them out on
Our eyes are washed clean by psychic tears
Paraded down our cheeks in shameful lines
Crying is absolutely necessary and healthy
There often does not have to be a reason
Beethoven could very easily make us flood
I should take my own advice but rarely do
Stubbornness like emptiness are my fortes
Inspiration is an unknown women smiling
When all around me is my usual frowning
The reflection of myself as a cranky man
After youth has left my side like everyone
Who really mattered through the silences
A string will remain where pearls shined
Their absence is equally as breathtaking.
15 June 2009
I shaved my playoff beard tonight, well it was actually only an 8 day old beard but still it really started itching last night. I can't go more than 2 weeks but my skin is usually better when I don't shave, well better by my standards anyway.
I missed the sunset writing this, which I only decided to do after realizing I had already seen tonight's episode of Big Bang Theory and the rest of CBS' Monday night lineup. I only watch half hour shows, my attention span doesn't last an hour and I don't really like too many of the half hour shows, so I don't really watch much television. I did happen to see the preview below of the Cleveland show coming this fall on FOX, I even laughed at its mention of Adam Duritz as that munch from Counting Crows. The preview is below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sT-sNBKpDEo
So why not a couple of Counting Crows clips.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNhJ2s2P4fY
Einstein on the Beach (Fan video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFyBKViaP2I
Baby I'm a Big Star Now (Fan video, not a very good one, scary in fact)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvKk4QxA-H8
Oh La La (Fan video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48sAQnRYMMo
Mr. Jones (acoustic Storytellers)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2YNBveCrLo
When I Dream of Michelangelo (October 2008 NJ)
Well those are my ramblings for this fine June evening, even if I did miss the sun setting and there were no new laughs regarding big bang theories.
john edward charles.
Friday, June 12, 2009
"You don't need to know that much about me..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USjuOWLyWIQ
You and I is a song that will be included on Wilco (The Album) to be released June 30. The song features classic Wilco guitars, Jeff Tweedy's vocals and vocal help from Canadian "it" girl Feist. I really liked their last collection of music Sky Blue Sky and new Wilco music is always a welcomed addition to my music library.
The date tells me this is my first blog entry in nearly a month. I am really not very interesting and I am really not very social, so there is really not anything exciting for me to write about. Though I suppose I have my ramblings to share.
The hockey season will finally be over tonight. It is longer than the baseball season, for those who like to complain about the length of the baseball season. Hockey starts in early October and will end in early June, lasting over 9 months. You could almost conceive and bear a baby during this time. Whereas the baseball season starts late March or early April and ends late in October, this is only 8 months. You could conceive a child and still get out of town during this time.
Lord Stanley Cup's will be presented tonight to the winner of game 7 between Detroit and Pittsburgh. Detroit won it last year and I am hoping for the major upset tonight. Even all the Crosby haters know that he deserves the cup after his strong playoff performance.
Dave and Conan.
Letterman and Palin.
Where to begin?
Television just before and after midnight has got much more interesting in the past 2 weeks. I am biased towards Dave, always have been and always will be, do I think his jokes about Palin's daughter might have crossed a line, yes I do. But Sarah and her husband's reaction have been extremely over the top, Dave has been on television for 30 years, he isn't out molesting girls or has he ever made suggestions that this was appropriate behaviour. The U.S. media on the right, Fox News in particular, needs someone to attack, and they are doing their best on Dave. Palin needs to get back into the public eye and why not use Dave like he is using her. Other more important people have fought back after being the brunt of Letterman's jokes, and Dave is always ready for a good fight. His relevance goes beyond being funnier or not than any other talk show host, he often says things we wish we could say and explains things better than most newscasters. His show following 9/11 says more about him than anything Palin could ever say. She should get back to governing Alaska because aren't there more important economic issues to focus on rather than a few cheesy jokes. Your daughter was "knocked up" and you do look like a slutty flight attendant at times, get over it. Like him or hate, Dave was making jokes like this in 1982, 1989, 1995, 1999, 2003 and 2009, and if you don't like him you can watch Conan, or Jay at 10 in September.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xut56q77GK0
Dave's comments following 9/11.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCO22jxMrrQ
Dave's tribute to Paul Newman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDrxOM3jsxY
Dave's tribute to Johnny Carson.
This is a man who will mean more to the American people than Palin will ever.
As for Conan, I think he is funnier than Dave, except for his interviews, Dave kicks any of the late night hosts asses during interviews. I will watch Conan during commercials or when he is being funny, but I will watch Dave first, until he decides to retire, relevant or not, funny or not. It is what I grew up watching and will continue doing so.
I still read a lot and the last book I finished was 'Tis (A Memoir) by Frank McCourt. I like the following passage from it.
"It's the first time I ever had lemon meringue pie and I'm thinking if this is the way they eat all the time in America I won't be a bit hungry and I'll be fine and fat, as they say in Limerick. I'll have Dostoevsky for the loneliness and pie for the hunger."
I finally wrote something new the other day, and it is below.
No Escape Plan
My unexplainable absences have continued through spring
Summer's coming thunderstorms threaten to obliterate me
I emptied my heart trying to grow old before it was proper
Kindness was never enough for love and beautiful women
The rejection filled my head through every lonely evening
Dreams with happy endings never came but poems stayed
I care very little about them now and beauty is not for me
Ugliness will always remain at the core of my self image
There is nowhere for it to go and it is no longer venomous
Accepting defeat is never easy even if gracefully handled
Embracing silence can eventually bring peace to thoughts
I can be alive without having to worry about living right
Each day is a celebration against death until nothingness
The brilliance of not knowing you were right about God
Scarred skin and strong bones decomposing or burning
Becoming insignificant like the Earth in a blink of time
We are characters in a horror movie with no escape plan
Some of us play starring roles and will be remembered
The gospel according to John says none of us mattered
Beyond the moments of our present and instant futures
Death gives others a chance to mourn until they forget
Nobody who knew Jesus is alive today to tell us truths
Religion preys on the foolish as Marx and Freud knew
Poe saw its evolution out of fear, greed and imagination
You should believe, if you can, because what do I know
You should love, if you can, because maybe I am unable
The elegance and excitement of romance never lingered
My faithful friend melancholy would wait around for me
Together we could watch the full moon and ponder life
I often thought it was better sitting alone consuming tea
There was no drama of hearts mending but trust refusing
Sex being accomplished without love making it special
Mornings of conflicting thoughts and emptied feelings
Warm hands suddenly becoming colder than last winter
Too many questions plague some of us each passing day
All the answers are unsatisfactory and lacking in virtue
I make myself out to be more complex than is necessary
This happens when you are boring, bored and displeasing
A need to be creative, inspiring and attractive takes over.
10 June 2009
A few Counting Crows clips to share.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNWIa_A5_8w
Round Here (October 2008 N.J.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIKMIpuUYwk
Anna Begins (May 26, 2009 Sheffield, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzMNbqyPPzo&feature=channel_page
Recovering The Satellites (Dublin 2009)
Today has probably been the nicest day of June so far. The sun is supposed to be out and shining for a few days, but no matter what the weather is, there will always be a little light shining in my heart. Some of you may never see it, some of you might glimpse it, for some of you it might be too bright but for one of you, it might just be right.
john edward charles.
You and I is a song that will be included on Wilco (The Album) to be released June 30. The song features classic Wilco guitars, Jeff Tweedy's vocals and vocal help from Canadian "it" girl Feist. I really liked their last collection of music Sky Blue Sky and new Wilco music is always a welcomed addition to my music library.
The date tells me this is my first blog entry in nearly a month. I am really not very interesting and I am really not very social, so there is really not anything exciting for me to write about. Though I suppose I have my ramblings to share.
The hockey season will finally be over tonight. It is longer than the baseball season, for those who like to complain about the length of the baseball season. Hockey starts in early October and will end in early June, lasting over 9 months. You could almost conceive and bear a baby during this time. Whereas the baseball season starts late March or early April and ends late in October, this is only 8 months. You could conceive a child and still get out of town during this time.
Lord Stanley Cup's will be presented tonight to the winner of game 7 between Detroit and Pittsburgh. Detroit won it last year and I am hoping for the major upset tonight. Even all the Crosby haters know that he deserves the cup after his strong playoff performance.
Dave and Conan.
Letterman and Palin.
Where to begin?
Television just before and after midnight has got much more interesting in the past 2 weeks. I am biased towards Dave, always have been and always will be, do I think his jokes about Palin's daughter might have crossed a line, yes I do. But Sarah and her husband's reaction have been extremely over the top, Dave has been on television for 30 years, he isn't out molesting girls or has he ever made suggestions that this was appropriate behaviour. The U.S. media on the right, Fox News in particular, needs someone to attack, and they are doing their best on Dave. Palin needs to get back into the public eye and why not use Dave like he is using her. Other more important people have fought back after being the brunt of Letterman's jokes, and Dave is always ready for a good fight. His relevance goes beyond being funnier or not than any other talk show host, he often says things we wish we could say and explains things better than most newscasters. His show following 9/11 says more about him than anything Palin could ever say. She should get back to governing Alaska because aren't there more important economic issues to focus on rather than a few cheesy jokes. Your daughter was "knocked up" and you do look like a slutty flight attendant at times, get over it. Like him or hate, Dave was making jokes like this in 1982, 1989, 1995, 1999, 2003 and 2009, and if you don't like him you can watch Conan, or Jay at 10 in September.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xut56q77GK0
Dave's comments following 9/11.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCO22jxMrrQ
Dave's tribute to Paul Newman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDrxOM3jsxY
Dave's tribute to Johnny Carson.
This is a man who will mean more to the American people than Palin will ever.
As for Conan, I think he is funnier than Dave, except for his interviews, Dave kicks any of the late night hosts asses during interviews. I will watch Conan during commercials or when he is being funny, but I will watch Dave first, until he decides to retire, relevant or not, funny or not. It is what I grew up watching and will continue doing so.
I still read a lot and the last book I finished was 'Tis (A Memoir) by Frank McCourt. I like the following passage from it.
"It's the first time I ever had lemon meringue pie and I'm thinking if this is the way they eat all the time in America I won't be a bit hungry and I'll be fine and fat, as they say in Limerick. I'll have Dostoevsky for the loneliness and pie for the hunger."
I finally wrote something new the other day, and it is below.
No Escape Plan
My unexplainable absences have continued through spring
Summer's coming thunderstorms threaten to obliterate me
I emptied my heart trying to grow old before it was proper
Kindness was never enough for love and beautiful women
The rejection filled my head through every lonely evening
Dreams with happy endings never came but poems stayed
I care very little about them now and beauty is not for me
Ugliness will always remain at the core of my self image
There is nowhere for it to go and it is no longer venomous
Accepting defeat is never easy even if gracefully handled
Embracing silence can eventually bring peace to thoughts
I can be alive without having to worry about living right
Each day is a celebration against death until nothingness
The brilliance of not knowing you were right about God
Scarred skin and strong bones decomposing or burning
Becoming insignificant like the Earth in a blink of time
We are characters in a horror movie with no escape plan
Some of us play starring roles and will be remembered
The gospel according to John says none of us mattered
Beyond the moments of our present and instant futures
Death gives others a chance to mourn until they forget
Nobody who knew Jesus is alive today to tell us truths
Religion preys on the foolish as Marx and Freud knew
Poe saw its evolution out of fear, greed and imagination
You should believe, if you can, because what do I know
You should love, if you can, because maybe I am unable
The elegance and excitement of romance never lingered
My faithful friend melancholy would wait around for me
Together we could watch the full moon and ponder life
I often thought it was better sitting alone consuming tea
There was no drama of hearts mending but trust refusing
Sex being accomplished without love making it special
Mornings of conflicting thoughts and emptied feelings
Warm hands suddenly becoming colder than last winter
Too many questions plague some of us each passing day
All the answers are unsatisfactory and lacking in virtue
I make myself out to be more complex than is necessary
This happens when you are boring, bored and displeasing
A need to be creative, inspiring and attractive takes over.
10 June 2009
A few Counting Crows clips to share.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNWIa_A5_8w
Round Here (October 2008 N.J.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIKMIpuUYwk
Anna Begins (May 26, 2009 Sheffield, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzMNbqyPPzo&feature=channel_page
Recovering The Satellites (Dublin 2009)
Today has probably been the nicest day of June so far. The sun is supposed to be out and shining for a few days, but no matter what the weather is, there will always be a little light shining in my heart. Some of you may never see it, some of you might glimpse it, for some of you it might be too bright but for one of you, it might just be right.
john edward charles.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
"How will you ever know, the way circumstances go, oh its going to hit you by surprise but I know my past....."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw3zreo4ZvQ
Five Days in May by Blue Rodeo
It has been as I predicted a lacklusture Queen Victoria long weekend here. Much like the hockey game this afternoon between the Wings and the Hawks. Detroit's win was tiring to watch and not at all as exciting a game as one would have thought.
I wrote the piece below an hour or so ago.
Bitterly Adult
The days can weave themselves a meaningless pattern
Births, funerals, marriages and divorces unrecognized
People coming and going without remembering either
Our mind conspiring with insanity creating bad karma
Every comment uttered bites back at us full of venom
I am getting very good at being absent but not invisible
The latter is impossible because we are always viewed
Society forces us out into the light and its cruel hunger
Guys devour girls from head to toe and nipple to clitoris
Women steer men towards their own mirrors and vanity
Everywhere is Hollywood and imperfection is nowhere
I am about as completely flawed as anyone can become
There is hardly a day where I am not surprised by living
My confidence does not exist and my nucleus is broken
The heart still beats but unlike earlier it no longer loves
Stubbornness keeps me from dying unnecessarily today
I suppose it will continue until there is sufficient regrets
How can these really be measured one person to another
Spoiled by a calm childhood has made me bitterly adult
The reasons began physically and have become mental
Mannerisms are natural but mine are strangely peculiar
With money I could be eccentric but the poor are weird
I can hear the wind of another cool but sunny afternoon
May is being unpredictable unlike me solemnly writing
There has not been enough rain to wash the street clean
Dirt will last longer than you or me and you will forget
My memories know more about me than you will learn
The elderly couple embraces as they did fifty years ago
Death knocks for one of them but neither one is ready
I am genuinely inspired by their strength but still weak
A year or two of peaceful sleep would do a lot of good
But unfortunately there is waking and everything after.
17/05/09
Obligatory Counting Crows Clips:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IpfsxszVEQ
A Long December (May 16, 2009 Cardiff, South Wales)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTKbH9gTdmQ
Mr. Jones (May 16, 2009 Cardiff, South Wales)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATboL2bb4Ss
Speedway (May 16, 2009 Cardiff, South Wales)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_qso9x8N7Y
When I Dream of Michelangelo (May 11, 2009 Manchester, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1at1_f218A
Miami (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_G0019pddU
Colorblind (May 11, 2009 Manchester, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZ7UQHSHJTw
New Frontier (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmcVSums-_A
Come Around (August 19, 2008 Toronto, Canada)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1huAWlXu8tY
Good Time (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fKpIuWHbLc
Holiday in Spain (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHB5xM_UQXc
Children In Bloom (May 13, 2009 Birmingham, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XNgmM0KJXs
You Ain't Going Nowhere (August 19, 2008 Toronto, Canada)
Those who say knowing is better obviously do not know enough.
jr.
Five Days in May by Blue Rodeo
It has been as I predicted a lacklusture Queen Victoria long weekend here. Much like the hockey game this afternoon between the Wings and the Hawks. Detroit's win was tiring to watch and not at all as exciting a game as one would have thought.
I wrote the piece below an hour or so ago.
Bitterly Adult
The days can weave themselves a meaningless pattern
Births, funerals, marriages and divorces unrecognized
People coming and going without remembering either
Our mind conspiring with insanity creating bad karma
Every comment uttered bites back at us full of venom
I am getting very good at being absent but not invisible
The latter is impossible because we are always viewed
Society forces us out into the light and its cruel hunger
Guys devour girls from head to toe and nipple to clitoris
Women steer men towards their own mirrors and vanity
Everywhere is Hollywood and imperfection is nowhere
I am about as completely flawed as anyone can become
There is hardly a day where I am not surprised by living
My confidence does not exist and my nucleus is broken
The heart still beats but unlike earlier it no longer loves
Stubbornness keeps me from dying unnecessarily today
I suppose it will continue until there is sufficient regrets
How can these really be measured one person to another
Spoiled by a calm childhood has made me bitterly adult
The reasons began physically and have become mental
Mannerisms are natural but mine are strangely peculiar
With money I could be eccentric but the poor are weird
I can hear the wind of another cool but sunny afternoon
May is being unpredictable unlike me solemnly writing
There has not been enough rain to wash the street clean
Dirt will last longer than you or me and you will forget
My memories know more about me than you will learn
The elderly couple embraces as they did fifty years ago
Death knocks for one of them but neither one is ready
I am genuinely inspired by their strength but still weak
A year or two of peaceful sleep would do a lot of good
But unfortunately there is waking and everything after.
17/05/09
Obligatory Counting Crows Clips:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IpfsxszVEQ
A Long December (May 16, 2009 Cardiff, South Wales)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTKbH9gTdmQ
Mr. Jones (May 16, 2009 Cardiff, South Wales)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATboL2bb4Ss
Speedway (May 16, 2009 Cardiff, South Wales)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_qso9x8N7Y
When I Dream of Michelangelo (May 11, 2009 Manchester, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1at1_f218A
Miami (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_G0019pddU
Colorblind (May 11, 2009 Manchester, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZ7UQHSHJTw
New Frontier (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmcVSums-_A
Come Around (August 19, 2008 Toronto, Canada)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1huAWlXu8tY
Good Time (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fKpIuWHbLc
Holiday in Spain (May 14, 2009 Wembley Arena, London, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHB5xM_UQXc
Children In Bloom (May 13, 2009 Birmingham, England)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XNgmM0KJXs
You Ain't Going Nowhere (August 19, 2008 Toronto, Canada)
Those who say knowing is better obviously do not know enough.
jr.
Friday, May 15, 2009
"Saw Cinderella in a party dress but she was looking for a nightgown, I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown..."
From Monday's performance on The Late Show with David Letterman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DgeXDFL1Ac
A Dustland Fairytale by The Killers
From The Master by Colm Toibin, a part factual and fictional novel about the writer Henry James.
"What once was life, he thought, is always life and he knew that her image would preside in his intellect as a sort of measure and standard of brightness and repose."
There will be people throughout our lives who every other person is measured against, fairly or more accurately unfairly.
"He lived, at times, he felt, as if his life belonged to someone else, a story that had not yet been written, a character who had not been fully imagined."
I live more than at times like this.
It is the Victoria Day long weekend here in Canada. I am sure many plans will be ruined or altered by the usual rain. There is nothing like dreaming of summer weather in May but being awoke by the coldness of spring. Though this weekend it is more likely the rain rather than the cold which will be a problem. I have no plans other than having dinner with my grandparents tomorrow.
I have already been over there a couple of times this week, as my dad and I were working on their garden and putting up a new fence. I wouldn't say I am getting a green thumb but I am getting plenty of dirty under my nails trying.
I wrote the piece below yesterday, trying to recall what was a enjoyable Saturday night last weekend. I probably should have broken down the piece to make it look better but I just left the sentences long and rambling, abusing the comma.
On A Saturday Night In May
Outside the wind marched defiantly around like Napoleon's Grand Armee before Russia, Saturday night girls wore their summer dresses though May had barely begun maturing, A porcelain skinned fairytale princess sent text messages to her absent prince charming, The dark but very familiar basement Irish pub echoed with a cover song about Alabama, I longed for the sweetness of a piano being played and the fullness of a moon being seen, Instead birthday celebrations continued and blue eyes became golden after the head rush, Lights slowly illuminated like miniature versions of the morning sun still sleeping calmly, The crowd lingered while pondering their reality or the semblance they were left holding, We slowly made our way up the stairs like many others and reemerged out on Richmond, There was not a freight train to wait for and my friends began their search for night food, I laughed at the results of alcohol on people while walking a step or two behind as usual, The lines were chatty and long as not unexpected but were quickly abandoned for home, Walking down Pall Mall brought back many previous memories of other Saturday nights, Some of them were shared with the princess on one arm and the birthday girl on another, I felt peacefully needed like a necessary escort in a world lacking mannered gentleman, Goodnights always come too soon after you have enjoyed yourself rather unexpectedly, Happiness is not a good friend of mine and I should try harder to appease its visitations, There might be a place where my solitary sorrow could appreciate its many faced gifts, Dust has not rendered me irrelevant thus far and perhaps I have more memories to share, Creating them might just find a way to bring love where it always seemed rather vacant.
14/05/09
Counting Crows Clips
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SswG-1Q3fFM
Round Here (Letterman March 31, 1994)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6-rwVPP0tY
Miami (Acoustic) (Absolute Radio May 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI7ruq40bLg
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vK7D8kGuy8
Colorblind (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rzw23fS2T1k
Come Around (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_e5jMP1rqM
Daylight Fading (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohgxN6dw11o
Washington Square (Manchester, England May 12, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTq83-GLSg0
A Long December (Toronto, Canada August 19, 2008)
Enjoy your long or not weekend.
john.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DgeXDFL1Ac
A Dustland Fairytale by The Killers
From The Master by Colm Toibin, a part factual and fictional novel about the writer Henry James.
"What once was life, he thought, is always life and he knew that her image would preside in his intellect as a sort of measure and standard of brightness and repose."
There will be people throughout our lives who every other person is measured against, fairly or more accurately unfairly.
"He lived, at times, he felt, as if his life belonged to someone else, a story that had not yet been written, a character who had not been fully imagined."
I live more than at times like this.
It is the Victoria Day long weekend here in Canada. I am sure many plans will be ruined or altered by the usual rain. There is nothing like dreaming of summer weather in May but being awoke by the coldness of spring. Though this weekend it is more likely the rain rather than the cold which will be a problem. I have no plans other than having dinner with my grandparents tomorrow.
I have already been over there a couple of times this week, as my dad and I were working on their garden and putting up a new fence. I wouldn't say I am getting a green thumb but I am getting plenty of dirty under my nails trying.
I wrote the piece below yesterday, trying to recall what was a enjoyable Saturday night last weekend. I probably should have broken down the piece to make it look better but I just left the sentences long and rambling, abusing the comma.
On A Saturday Night In May
Outside the wind marched defiantly around like Napoleon's Grand Armee before Russia, Saturday night girls wore their summer dresses though May had barely begun maturing, A porcelain skinned fairytale princess sent text messages to her absent prince charming, The dark but very familiar basement Irish pub echoed with a cover song about Alabama, I longed for the sweetness of a piano being played and the fullness of a moon being seen, Instead birthday celebrations continued and blue eyes became golden after the head rush, Lights slowly illuminated like miniature versions of the morning sun still sleeping calmly, The crowd lingered while pondering their reality or the semblance they were left holding, We slowly made our way up the stairs like many others and reemerged out on Richmond, There was not a freight train to wait for and my friends began their search for night food, I laughed at the results of alcohol on people while walking a step or two behind as usual, The lines were chatty and long as not unexpected but were quickly abandoned for home, Walking down Pall Mall brought back many previous memories of other Saturday nights, Some of them were shared with the princess on one arm and the birthday girl on another, I felt peacefully needed like a necessary escort in a world lacking mannered gentleman, Goodnights always come too soon after you have enjoyed yourself rather unexpectedly, Happiness is not a good friend of mine and I should try harder to appease its visitations, There might be a place where my solitary sorrow could appreciate its many faced gifts, Dust has not rendered me irrelevant thus far and perhaps I have more memories to share, Creating them might just find a way to bring love where it always seemed rather vacant.
14/05/09
Counting Crows Clips
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SswG-1Q3fFM
Round Here (Letterman March 31, 1994)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6-rwVPP0tY
Miami (Acoustic) (Absolute Radio May 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI7ruq40bLg
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vK7D8kGuy8
Colorblind (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rzw23fS2T1k
Come Around (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_e5jMP1rqM
Daylight Fading (Birmingham, England May 13, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohgxN6dw11o
Washington Square (Manchester, England May 12, 2009)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTq83-GLSg0
A Long December (Toronto, Canada August 19, 2008)
Enjoy your long or not weekend.
john.
Monday, May 11, 2009
"I know that I would be a fool, not to bet it all on you and let the chips fall where they may....."
A song by Raul Malo to start the blog entry off, his voice and style has caught my ear. He certainly has some of Mr. Orbison's spirit in him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOrou5PQYas
Lucky One
You come in from the light and are feathered by the night. There are friends, there are angels, there are strangers and there is music. You walk around amazed you feel alive because you usually do not. The wind is cool and frustrating on a Saturday in May because you long for warmth or some expectation of it. Then you are hugged by the warmth of kindness and realize it never really leaves. It is only us who leave it.
A few Counting Crows clips to share.
Hanging Tree (Summer 2007, somewhere out in America)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3wckZaZJ08
Richard Manuel Is Dead (Acoustic) (August 19, 2008 Toronto)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNMaL9PRXkY
Mr. Jones (Acoustic) (August 19, 2008 Toronto)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQX0BoQVWXM
Come Around (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7n5MD3x3r0
Le Ballet D'Or (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jAAwEjHV0c
Recovering The Satellites (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqfoD9u68j8
Have You Seen Me Lately? (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq05IZ5lNhE
Cowboys (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00nvJQYVwbw
Ghost Train (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FI8H-Qsq1F0
So another baseball star is a cheater. Is anybody surprised? Probably not. Am I surprised? Not at all. Manny Ramirez has always played for himself. "Manny being Manny" was always everyone's reaction to his laziness or lack of interest at times. Well I guess now "Manny being Manny" includes talking drugs banned by Major League Baseball, drugs used after a cycle of steroids. Manny's career numbers are amazing, .315, 535 homeruns and 1745 rbi's but like the rest of the cheaters he will forever reside outside Cooperstown, and rightly so. He should not even play another game in the league but like Alex Rodriguez, we are stuck watching these frauds make their millions. This is because we still love the game and it perhaps explains everything about love.
The last book I finished reading yesterday, A Good House by Bonnie Burnard is a very good read. I would recommend it.
http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=0312420323
john.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOrou5PQYas
Lucky One
You come in from the light and are feathered by the night. There are friends, there are angels, there are strangers and there is music. You walk around amazed you feel alive because you usually do not. The wind is cool and frustrating on a Saturday in May because you long for warmth or some expectation of it. Then you are hugged by the warmth of kindness and realize it never really leaves. It is only us who leave it.
A few Counting Crows clips to share.
Hanging Tree (Summer 2007, somewhere out in America)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3wckZaZJ08
Richard Manuel Is Dead (Acoustic) (August 19, 2008 Toronto)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNMaL9PRXkY
Mr. Jones (Acoustic) (August 19, 2008 Toronto)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQX0BoQVWXM
Come Around (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7n5MD3x3r0
Le Ballet D'Or (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jAAwEjHV0c
Recovering The Satellites (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqfoD9u68j8
Have You Seen Me Lately? (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq05IZ5lNhE
Cowboys (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00nvJQYVwbw
Ghost Train (May 8, 2009 Dublin)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FI8H-Qsq1F0
So another baseball star is a cheater. Is anybody surprised? Probably not. Am I surprised? Not at all. Manny Ramirez has always played for himself. "Manny being Manny" was always everyone's reaction to his laziness or lack of interest at times. Well I guess now "Manny being Manny" includes talking drugs banned by Major League Baseball, drugs used after a cycle of steroids. Manny's career numbers are amazing, .315, 535 homeruns and 1745 rbi's but like the rest of the cheaters he will forever reside outside Cooperstown, and rightly so. He should not even play another game in the league but like Alex Rodriguez, we are stuck watching these frauds make their millions. This is because we still love the game and it perhaps explains everything about love.
The last book I finished reading yesterday, A Good House by Bonnie Burnard is a very good read. I would recommend it.
http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=0312420323
john.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
"A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I'll carry you home....."
"If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go...."
A quote from East of Eden by John Steinbeck to start today's blog entry.
The obligatory Counting Crows clips, some good new ones this time around.
Angels of the Silences (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0_c8Z8wmLw
Holiday in Spain (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY1LVMycsIE
Anna Begins (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lc9BM8UW75A
Up All Night (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a58ZPeavYik
On Almost Any Sunday Morning (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIpycMxic08
Mr. Jones (Summer 2007, somewhere out in America)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VejZWxIzGWw
The strength of people can be amazing. In the middle of March my grandfather had a total laryngectomy to remove a large cancerous tumour. The surgery was successful and he is currently going through radiation and chemo treatments. But the surgery has left him unable to speak, and the swelling has affected his hearing. He also has trouble seeing and has lost a lot of weight. But despite all of this, there he was on Saturday walking me through what he wanted done to his gardens. I am getting good at reading lips and he had his clipboard, so it wasn't too difficult. Though I am not a good gardener and he was very willing to show me what he wanted done. Quickly grabbing a shovel, a rake or hoe to show me how it should be done. Of course I was worried he was doing too much and my grandmother had her appropriate head shaking at his stubbornness. I think the hardest part of his recovery will be adjusting to not being as physically active as he was before. Even in his middle 80's, he was very active doing his gardens and yard work. Some of this he will have to reluctantly let other people do, others like me who do not exactly have green thumbs. The progress of his recovery is very inspirational, it does me very good to make my weekly visits and help out where possible.
I haven't wrote much lately, as is normal. The piece below was written on the last day of April, dreaming of a better May and still waiting for it.
A Dreamer Has A Nightmare Life
April is leaving in a few hours
I can hear her final tears falling
The sound is calm and soothing
Rain can be an appropriate gift
When goodbyes are being said
There is a poignancy of timing
I will see her after another year
May can hide me in her flowers
A man with childlike aspirations
Needing to be warmed by June
The ignored kid without a nipple
Crying from hunger and neglect
Scrounging weeds for nutrition
Dandelion wine instead of milk
Becoming drunk on old whores
I was never this type of person
There is little anger or jealousy
A loneliness abetted by sadness
Hatred of self is my only crime
The imagination has hundreds
A dreamer has a nightmare life
I see the truth in every mirror
No needles but lots of damage
Skin scars after being wounded
Evidence can never be erased
Fragments of it remain forever
Accepting ugliness is not easy
Especially when it is inside us
A place of remembered good
Where only the bad reappear
I really need this new month
Her flowers and her sunshine
Fragrant smells and moments
The love of nature can return
Because it was once present
The love of self might never
I do not think it is as natural.
30/04/09
I like reading books by local authors and stories wove around places I have been or know of. One of these books is A Good House by Bonnie Burnard, which so far has offered commentary about life in London during the middle 1950's, with references to the University, the Ceeps and other London landmarks. Home is a place that can be written about.
Below is Carry You Home from All The Lost Souls by James Blunt. A song stuck in my head today. Along with the harmonica from On Almost Any Sunday Morning on this early Tuesday evening. Time for tea, cake and more reading.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UB-ymwBUtvs
john edward.
A quote from East of Eden by John Steinbeck to start today's blog entry.
The obligatory Counting Crows clips, some good new ones this time around.
Angels of the Silences (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0_c8Z8wmLw
Holiday in Spain (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY1LVMycsIE
Anna Begins (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lc9BM8UW75A
Up All Night (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a58ZPeavYik
On Almost Any Sunday Morning (May 4, 2009 Rotterdam, Netherlands)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIpycMxic08
Mr. Jones (Summer 2007, somewhere out in America)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VejZWxIzGWw
The strength of people can be amazing. In the middle of March my grandfather had a total laryngectomy to remove a large cancerous tumour. The surgery was successful and he is currently going through radiation and chemo treatments. But the surgery has left him unable to speak, and the swelling has affected his hearing. He also has trouble seeing and has lost a lot of weight. But despite all of this, there he was on Saturday walking me through what he wanted done to his gardens. I am getting good at reading lips and he had his clipboard, so it wasn't too difficult. Though I am not a good gardener and he was very willing to show me what he wanted done. Quickly grabbing a shovel, a rake or hoe to show me how it should be done. Of course I was worried he was doing too much and my grandmother had her appropriate head shaking at his stubbornness. I think the hardest part of his recovery will be adjusting to not being as physically active as he was before. Even in his middle 80's, he was very active doing his gardens and yard work. Some of this he will have to reluctantly let other people do, others like me who do not exactly have green thumbs. The progress of his recovery is very inspirational, it does me very good to make my weekly visits and help out where possible.
I haven't wrote much lately, as is normal. The piece below was written on the last day of April, dreaming of a better May and still waiting for it.
A Dreamer Has A Nightmare Life
April is leaving in a few hours
I can hear her final tears falling
The sound is calm and soothing
Rain can be an appropriate gift
When goodbyes are being said
There is a poignancy of timing
I will see her after another year
May can hide me in her flowers
A man with childlike aspirations
Needing to be warmed by June
The ignored kid without a nipple
Crying from hunger and neglect
Scrounging weeds for nutrition
Dandelion wine instead of milk
Becoming drunk on old whores
I was never this type of person
There is little anger or jealousy
A loneliness abetted by sadness
Hatred of self is my only crime
The imagination has hundreds
A dreamer has a nightmare life
I see the truth in every mirror
No needles but lots of damage
Skin scars after being wounded
Evidence can never be erased
Fragments of it remain forever
Accepting ugliness is not easy
Especially when it is inside us
A place of remembered good
Where only the bad reappear
I really need this new month
Her flowers and her sunshine
Fragrant smells and moments
The love of nature can return
Because it was once present
The love of self might never
I do not think it is as natural.
30/04/09
I like reading books by local authors and stories wove around places I have been or know of. One of these books is A Good House by Bonnie Burnard, which so far has offered commentary about life in London during the middle 1950's, with references to the University, the Ceeps and other London landmarks. Home is a place that can be written about.
Below is Carry You Home from All The Lost Souls by James Blunt. A song stuck in my head today. Along with the harmonica from On Almost Any Sunday Morning on this early Tuesday evening. Time for tea, cake and more reading.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UB-ymwBUtvs
john edward.
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