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blue mountains walking: May 2010
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Music, poets, Beats, holy fools. Sunday, May 30, 2010. Mai nichi, mai nichi. But anyway, I'm back on the bike, the Guzzi squeaked through its MOT, (must work on the brakes) and the only bad thing left from the back episode is a stiff neck. I'm going to try a WSW club run early tomorrow for the first time in a month and a half. and I'm sure I will suffer. Although I should be doing something serious and finishing up the Holy Goof. But here's a bit of a gig with Malcolm:. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Riprap...
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blue mountains walking: Albanian Escapades
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Music, poets, Beats, holy fools. Saturday, November 26, 2011. I just did an excellent gig in the Ruskin gallery to accompany the David Ryan film on Scelsi, as part of a forest of licorice logs (as opposed to the old licorice. As the ads have it) Yamaha student-model special and occasionally squeaking. He was, of course, ever so understanding. I had been suddenly plunged into one of those moments when one is revealed as a fraud (at least mildly). Accent, (even though Albania is properly. Only to find out ...
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blue mountains walking: December 2011
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Music, poets, Beats, holy fools. Friday, December 30, 2011. Dark Dogs and the Dance of Death. As posy as it sounds, after teaching ended and prior to the post-Christmas recording session for Riprap, we (that is, myself and the cruel mistress who rules my heart, not the quartet) went to Madrid to visit a friend and get some R&R. The general plan was, to keep everyone happy, to alternate days in the surrounding hills with hard-core gallery-hitting days. The Triumph of Death,. Plays a lute accompanied by a ...
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blue mountains walking: November 2011
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Music, poets, Beats, holy fools. Saturday, November 26, 2011. I just did an excellent gig in the Ruskin gallery to accompany the David Ryan film on Scelsi, as part of a forest of licorice logs (as opposed to the old licorice. As the ads have it) Yamaha student-model special and occasionally squeaking. He was, of course, ever so understanding. I had been suddenly plunged into one of those moments when one is revealed as a fraud (at least mildly). Accent, (even though Albania is properly. Only to find out ...
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Naomi's Blog: Holy Week - A soldier's prayer
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. Holy Week - A soldier's prayer. Holy Week - A soldier’s prayer. I walked through the city guarding a man. Who carried a great wooden beam,. Going to his death in a place called Golgotha. Staggering beneath the crushing weight of his burden. His sweat mingled with the bloody wounds. Our nine tailed scourge had carved,. And spread about his naked flesh like a cloak. Of imperial Tyrian purple vivid in the sunshine.
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Naomi's Blog: February 2007
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. There's no sun to burn you,. O, yes, I want to go home;. Where there’s no stormy weather,. O, yes, I want to go home;. There's no tribulation,. O, yes, I want to go home. From a Negro spiritual collected by Thomas Wentworth Higginson, published in 1867. 8220;Why do they all put up with it? 8221; asked Blue Dragon Apprentice. 8220;Is safety worth losing your freedom for? 8221; persisted Blue Dragon Apprentice.
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Naomi's Blog: January 2008
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind. Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future. What might have been and what has been. Point to one end, which is always present. Perhaps he wanted to talk to her, but how did you talk to a monk who had died centuries ago? What could he have to say to her, who was not even a Christian, let alone a Catholic. Naomi 31 December 2007. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Naomi's Blog: July 2006
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. The funeral tea-party was nearly over - if indeed such an elegant collation of smoked salmon, caviar and canapés, mille-feuilles, passion fruit pavlova and a sculpted ice swan could properly be described as a mere tea-party. Katerina Ivanova leaned against the wall and pondered upon the ceremony and the demeanour of her hostess. She had enjoyed neither. Over-consumption has contrived to get their priorities right.
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Naomi's Blog
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. The wisdom of a stone. Not some famous latter-day president. Carved into the fine Dakota granite,. Made to endure a thousand years or more. Amidst the torrid heat and acid rain,. But an anonymous chalk behemoth,. Half a forehead, an eye, and half an eye,. An empty hole where once there was a mouth,. His whole face un-faced by mindless vandals. On the cliff where herring gulls nest and cry,. Remember my friends thi...
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Naomi's Blog
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Bits and Pieces about This and That gathered together from Here and There mostly by Myself. Remembered in the Corona Chapel of Canterbury Cathedral as one of the Twenty Saints and Martyrs of our Time. In this quiet chapel, where the welcome smile. Of a winter morning streams through lapis glass. Lighting up sun gold slim pillar and wide stepped stone,. I meditate on the saints and martyrs of our time,. Commemorated here where once Becket’s crown was laid. Their loving spirits bright mirror of the divine.
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