Monday, December 21, 2009
Found mine
she looked just like you
Made me wonder
just where you're going to
Ten years gone
gone down the line
and you're with him
but I found mine
I found mine
in good time
It took a while
but I found mine
I found mine
and now the sun can shine
She's my baby
and I'm going to make her mine
ADE
Sunday, December 13, 2009
What the Romans did - Peace? Shut up!
"The instruments of war do have a role to play in preserving the peace."
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(Obama - receiving the Nobel peace prize)
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"When we're talking about war, what we're really talking about is peace."
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(Bush - justifying the first 'surge' - Obama's is greater, despite being elected on a promise of 'change'.)
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More from Obama's peace prize acceptance speech:
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'Obama affirmed that "no Holy War can ever be a just war. For if you truly believe that you are carrying out divine will, then there is no need for restraint." Then shortly afterward stated
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"Let us reach for the world that ought to be - that spark of the divine that still stirs within each of our souls."
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An adversary's invocation of the divine is false, heretical, sacrilegious;
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http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=16503
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExWfh6sGyso
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wonder why
(draft!)
I wonder why beginnings seem trouble free
The good old days, the way things used to be
with blinded eyes on a high hindsighted spree
I wonder why
I wonder why
Our first six weeks in the womb, in our mother
All female, all the same, the same cover
till half of us, hormoned, become other
I wonder why
I wonder why
All out of Africa, black. Fated.
Some drifted north, mutated,
followed the ice, turned white, faded
I wonder why
I wonder why
CGD
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Ringing Bell
I keep a cheap Russian pocket watch in my top drawer -
she kept herself there, unwound,
a 1917 replica, from a
- A lunar sunset walk across a coastal stubbled field,
the windmill still, the marsh reeds rustle,
the salt sea air rumbles and thrums -
A battleship on her flip-up cover lid,
a Commie call to prayer -
"All power to the Soviets!"
stamped on a red flag - but the red paint's gone,
thumbed, rubbed away, pocketed too quick
I found her the other day and wound her,
and now she ticks these silent years undone.
Remembered Home Alone Tone - hid away
the long ten weeks of our long work-stay,
self-deserted,
he'd phone, not speak, to his empty UK home
just to hear the ringing bell,
to loosen the dust from his hall handset -
the distant sea whispering from her shell
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Voltaire
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.'By appreciation, we make excellence in others our own property.'
'All murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and are accompanied by the sound of trumpets.'
'Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.'
'Every man is guilty of the good he did not do.'
'God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.'
'In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one class of citizens and giving it to another.'
'It is better to risk saving a guilty man than to condemn an innocent.'
'It is not sufficient to see and know the beauty of a work; we must feel and be affected by it.'
'Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.'
etc.
Voltaire.
(1694 - 1778)
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Desert Islands
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBmhvpiTSAU
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Hot potatoes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4gzmoUHrQ4
Picnic
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The simple pleasures.
It's such a clear night tonight, after the rain - the clearest I can remember. I can go to the sea wall and look right across the bay, all the way down the Izu peninsula on the other side, it must be 50 miles - all the twinkling lights as far as Shimoda, even the cars going up and over Hakone. In the summer we can't see any of it, they're lost in the haze - but they are all still there nonetheless, even if we can't see them. And there's another little lesson, a reminder. You may not think about someone for a while, but then something happens, and you are reminded of their constant presence.
I was also thinking about how we learn about each other - how we think we might know someone, but then something happens and we are taken by surprise by their reaction, for better or worse. We learn about ourselves in the same way - we only find out how courageous we are, for example, when we are pushed into a situation that demands courage. Perhaps we find out how wise we are when we can distinguish between courage and foolishness.
That's another point that came to mind on my evening stroll - the complexity of life. We want to make it simple - enjoy the simple pleasures, keep it simple. Complexity might involve difficulty. But it seems to me that we have to work quite hard to keep our lives simple. Maybe if we think life is simple then we don't really understand what's going on!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Folded
How suddenly you got old
So often there's space to the left -
so much left unsaid,
undone
- a rare flow to the right,
ahead,
And every now and then,
arms folded
There is no gate
that you pass through
but there comes a time
or times
when you realise
you're on the other side
The Blinds (Cost of Living)
Sometimes
I draw the blinds
when I don't want the world to see
the times when
I half-understand
the complex simplicities
What do you see
when the sun sets?
What is it that you see?
Is it freedom?
Is it knowledge?
Why don't you come down here to be with me?
FCGC
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come down here
and be with me?
CGFC
Sometimes I wake up in the dark
and I wonder
I think about the little things you said
A new day dawns and like
the distant thunder
remind me who the man is in your bed
Sometimes
I draw the blinds
when I don't want the world to see
those times
when I half-understand
the complex reality
What do you see
when the sun sets?
What is it that you see?
Is it freedom?
Is it knowledge?
Why don't you come down here and be with me?
FCGC
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come
and be with me?
And you know,
you know you're giving
when you know
the cost of living
And you know
you know you're living
when you know
that you're giving
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Creature Comforts
If you ever need cheering up, take a look at some of these:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-DWrM20lwA&feature=fvw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihhq5_2kaWQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFfK5vl5N5g&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvETCQiUCv4&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zv2tdCEBkKg&feature=related
Rooster
by Kawase Hasui
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
On art and artists
"... the beauty of a picture does not lie in the beauty of its subject-matter."
"Mickey Mouse does not look very much like a real mouse, yet people do not write indignant letters to the papers about the length of his tail."
"Children sometimes think that stars must be star-shaped, though naturally they are not."
"It is not easy to get rid of these preconceived ideas, but the artists who succeed best in doing so often produce the most exciting works. It is they who teach us to see in nature new beauties of whose existence we have never dreamt. If we follow them and learn from them, even a glance out of our own window may become a thrilling adventure."
Ernst Gombrich
The Story of Art
Back home
on my left the ocean laps the soft sand in the dark -
on my right, from the light of an open window -
(it's a warm November night in mid-Japan)
an unknown someone tinkles the piano keys, alone -
practising her piece until her lover gets back home?
The eternal on the one side, the ephemeral on the other -
rhythm and melodies merge in a melancholic flood:
Now I'm walking up the track in the early evening sun -
the end of a day out working in the woods -
to the sound of my loved one, playing from within,
waiting for her man to come back home.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Blindness
Friday, November 6, 2009
I just looked around
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ge32xtm23rQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbnaaz75M4g&feature=related
The original is by Dion.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Human race
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Fighting for Freedom
Mary's dress waves
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfzov0Cq90o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HxZKa4NwGo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7O9AK2sfYs
Interesting how he can't really talk about the song, because the song says so much more, and so much more eloquently - the man's a true poet.
24.
Figures
(Wiki)
An estimated 1,000,000 Jews were killed in the Ukraine in WWII.
An estimated 26.6 million Soviets were killed in total.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=518XP8prwZo
1945 was not so long ago - I was born 15 years later. And not so long ago, my kids used to 'kill Germans' in the park.
Wonder who they'd kill now.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The Ukraine
Music and visual performance art, film, history, dance almost - overwhelming poetry, love, war, beauty, horror...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=518XP8prwZo
http://video.ukrhome.net/watch/1907/2254/17624/Pobeditelem-shou-Ukraina-maie-talant--stala-Kseniya-Si.html
Who's got talent?
Bit much really.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kseniya_Simonova
Friday, October 16, 2009
Desert islands
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJnFv38z1rY&feature=fvw
It's the band I would have loved to have played in - bass, guitar, drums, vocals - no frills, pure rock and roll.
What am I saying?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2bGUeDnqPY
But then I need a dance, down the beach
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kM7C_yNlC
so and then..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkTQUtx818w
Mates
Can't help thinking that human life occasionally transcends the mundane.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5TRBQ_arZo&feature=related
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
9
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqSKVv6YO8g
Record Number 5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFBY4dvoISc&feature=related
Desert Islands
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzqMJWlKMsY
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
All things to me
Touched by the smile on her face, that says so much - the hope, trust, longing, the giving, the receiving.
The power we have as individuals - we can touch.
'A good life, not a long one'
(Damien Hirst)
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Girl Within
and show off subtle skin
in certain chosen places -
but what of the girl within?
http://yumikikuchi.blogspot.com/
http://911.globalpeace.jp/
Friday, October 9, 2009
She's gone
when you spend more time than you need,
preparing, spreading, smoothing the sheets,
folding fresh towels - to be clean
I spoke yesterday about Yeats
and the love of his life - Maud Gonne
He asked her in vain again and again
Though she loved him more than some
'How selfish can you get!' the old man said
Yeats, not Gonne - to not let her go
to leave the life she half-wanted -
Love's not everything you know
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W B Yeats
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Typhoon
The road’s flooded and blocked
Drain’s suck and manholes spew
The warm wind whips bottles and branches
Scattered skimming through the streets
The sea's let loose a raging giant
Thrashing thin breakwaters with careless contempt
Three-storey waves crash over beach houses
I'm soaked in my tracks, my trousers drenched
And my socks are full of sand
Feelings about bringing my baby son back home, as a young adult -
and should add my behaviour - was I idiotic to try to save Sakuma's son's house - 2 people died after all. Was I an idiot to then check out the boat - and quite get myself drowned? But I couldn't stay inside - I wanted, had to, needed to do something - I had to be alive - I couldn't just sit back inside and watch it all happen later on TV - above all I wanted to be part of this - no-one could say 'Where were you?'
The Beast
spraying salt-sequined showers in the Sun -
Ecstatic small children squeal in delight -
'Daddy, can't we stay a bit longer?
Can’t we please? Let’s not go home!’
While unexpectedly fast, predatory foam
Licks at their quick back-pedalling feet,
Chasing up the beach to their smiling Mum -
And the sea seethes back, taking its breath.
A tsunami went over the horizon last night -
This savage same sea hit Samoa and Tonga,
where, satiated, she dragged them under.
The tranquil life-giver can turn from the good
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Over the bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcTyIaYLQqo&feature=PlayList&p=10A77F15B24E6F9F&index=13&playnext=2&playnext_from=PL
I spent my teenage years,
and later a full-grown man,
messing about in boats in Salcombe,
south Devon, the South Hams.
Where the river finally hits the sea,
there's a sand bar across the bay -
at low tide less than a human height.
Crossed it more times than I can say -
Hundreds, maybe more, in small boats,
with friends, brothers, or alone.
We went mackerel fishing in the evening sun
- one night came home with 60 or so -
Or was it 80?
And sold them round the park for 10p each.
With our father.
Years later we poured his ashes over the bar.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Roses
Music - the voice of the human soul - will die when we do
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWMmolrId_4
An age-old question - why are most poets men?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5C99JyP2ns
Actions louder than words
Thanks B :)
Went to a posh do the other night:
http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/fl20091003a1.html
Monday, September 28, 2009
The Autumn Equinox
Sunday, September 27, 2009
For your lover
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Trampled Rose
Get my medicine
Sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren
Piano from a window played
Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday
I found it in the street
At first I did not see
Lying at my feet
A trampled rose
Passing the hat in church
It never stops going round
You never pay just once
To get the job done
What I done to you,
I know you've done to me
So what happened to the trampled rose?
In the muddy streets
With the fireworks and the leaves
A blind man with a cup I asked
"Would you play 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine'?"
I know that rose
Just like I know my name
The one I gave my love,
I swear it was the same
Now I find it in the street,
A trampled rose
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHxmr3vZlAk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7a85yBt4Wk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGWUt0wgHg0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuHlMn1scAI&feature=PlayList&p=47216A5369233AA1&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=6
Tom Waits
Through bushes and through briars
I lately took my way
All for to hear the small bird sing
And the lambs to skip and play
I overheard my own true love
His voice did sound so clear
Long time I have been waiting for
The coming of my dear
Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind
Sometimes I think I’ll go to my love
And tell to him my mind
But if I should go to my love
My love he will say nay
If I show to him my boldness
He’ll ne’er love me again
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Orwellian future
The Pentagon has major military bases in Kosovo, in Afghanistan and in Iraq that it never intends to abandon. The U.S. and its NATO allies have bases in Bulgaria, Romania, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Kuwait, Bahrain (where the U.S. Navy's 5th Fleet is headquartered) and other nations in the vicinity of the last ten years' wars which can be used for the next ten - or twenty or thirty - years' conflicts."
http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=15239
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sisters
From The Makioka Sisters, by Junichiro Tanizaki.
Badgers
"In the old days when the grand priest Kobo opened the 88 pilgrimage temples on Shikoku, he lost his way in foggy Yashima and met an old man wearing a straw rain coat, who guided him to the peak of mountain. It is believed that the old man was the figure of the Yashima tasaburo's badger's metamorphosis. The Yashima tasaburo badger is noted for being one of 3 badgers in Japan, together with the danzaburo badger of Sado island and the shibaemon badger of Awaji island. It was the messenger of the Senju kannon or the thousand-handed kannon found in the main hall, enshrined preciously because he did a lot of goodness as the tutelary god and was respected as the general head of badgers in Shikoku. The legendary skill of the sophisticated metamorphosis stood unchallenged throughout Japan. The Yashima tasaburo badger was also considered to be a monogamist and is respected as a god of peaceful families, marriages and the restaurant business. Believers who wish to have babies and good luck visit the Yashima tasaburo badger from all over Japan."
You couldn't make it up. It really is extraordinary what piffle we are capable of believing, as long as enough other people around us are convinced, and we are desperate to believe in something, anything that gives us hope. Anything to avoid looking at the truth - ie. in this case, a monk met an old man who showed him the way.
"The legendary skill of the sophisticated metamorphosis stood unchallenged throughout Japan" - how could anyone possibly hope to compete with a 1000-handed god pretending to be a badger pretending to be an old man? Even if he was a monogamist. And compete for what? Being god of the restaurant business? Would that include cafes? Or would there be an opening there for a separate god I wonder? A 12-nosed caterpillar god with 3 arms pretending to be a flying walrus impersonating a barber shop quartet perhaps?
At the foot of the mountain is a museum of sorts, consisting of houses, agricultural in the main part, dating back to Meiji and beyond (19th century), which have been dismantled and rebuilt here - a paper-making hut (washi), where thin mulberry branches were first steamed for hours, then the bark was stripped off and the white inside beaten to a pulp, laid out, dried and Bob's your uncle. A soya factory with its great wooden vats the size of a small room. A sugar cane mill, driven by an ox going round in circles all day. A water wheel. Oddly, a British Victorian (VR) pillar box and telephone box, and some lighthouse keepers' cottages, the sturdiest structures there, built by British engineers, reflecting the importance (to the British) of protecting their ships in the 'opening up' of Japan.
July 4th, Independence Day, 1945, between 02.56 and 04.42, 116 US B29 bombers dropped 809 tons of incendiary bombs on this city, destroying 18,505 buildings (16,103 homes) - 80% of the urban area. Remarkably only 1,359 people were killed and 1,034 wounded. This was one of over 800 such raids on Japan.
I walked up the mountain through the woods, but when I got to the top found that a wide road had been built round the back, bringing coachloads of tourists - hobbling high-heeled girls with fake suntanned boyfriends. There is an aquarium up there. I watched from the road as the Bay City Rollers' 'Saturday' (a great karaoke favourite here) blares out. I can see two grey seals swimming round and round interminably the edge of a small transparent-walled pool, and a large turtle. I walk away in disgust as 'Saturday' starts up again - evidently also on an interminable loop.
Right - time to get the bike out ...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
My home is in the human race
How we long for the bonds of attachment
We cling to hope like limpets to a rock
Battered by a sea of random indifference
How easily we accept love
How willingly we throw our hearts open
to the whim of passing strangers
though we know the solid pain
We live a layered myriad of lives
One floats to the surface and then another
Through the flickering shoal we see what we can
and catch a glimpse of the fleeting soul within
A constant maybe, a might have been, a could be one day
living only in this one, this space
peering into and from this face
these faces surround us, these eyes
on the train to Hiratsuka this Tuesday morning
September 8th 2009
The frog in the dark well
waiting for the cold echoing drip
to ripple through his film
gulping while his thin webbed feet
paddle the depths below
http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=15147
Monday, September 7, 2009
The roots of a tree cast no shadow
Now I'm back by the sea
You wonder where you're going, and just where you belong
Take a long look back at where you've been
(A,E)
Heard some wise words on the plane
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HC5Tjq2Faks
"If you want to know where you're going, you got to know where you've been"
(Bluesman on Scorsese's film)
"The world is a tragedy to those who feel,
but a comedy to those who think"
(Walpole)
Discuss.
Monday, July 27, 2009
The Other
Nothing is new under the sun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQqq3e03EBQ
Written in 1948 about 1948, with reference to 1984, .. well - it's here - it arrived a long time ago
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xns67AVkOeI&feature=related
The Foes of Mankind (Axis of Evil)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLSmj9G0cE0&feature=related
There will be a sad day comin’
For the foes of all mankind
They must answer to the people
And it’s troubling their mind
Everybody who must fear them
Will rejoice on that great day
When the powers of dictators
Shall be taken all away
CHORUS:
There’ll be smoke on the water
On the land and the sea
When our Army and Navy overtakes the enemy
There’ll be smoke on the mountains
Where the Heathen Gods stay
And the sun that is risin’
Will go down on that day
For there is a great destroyer
Made of fire and flesh and steel
Rollin’ toward the foes of freedom
They’ll go down beneath its wheels
There’ll be nothing left but vultures
To inhabit all that land
When our modern ships and bombers
Make a graveyard of Japan
CHORUS
Hirohito ‘long with Hitler
Will be ridin’ on a rail
Mussolini’ll beg for mercy
As a leader he has failed
But there’ll be no time for pity
When the Screamin’ Eagle flies
That will be the end of Axis
They must answer with their lives
SWEET are the thoughts that savor of content;
The quiet mind is richer than a crown;
Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
The poor estate scorns Fortune's angry frown.
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,
Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
The homely house that harbors quiet rest;
The cottage that affords no pride nor care;
The mean that 'grees with country music best;
The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare;
Obscure life sets down a type of bliss:
A mind content both crown and kingdom is.
Robert Greene
Pomp and Circumstance
More offbeat news:
http://www.theelders.org/
http://www.ae911truth.org/info/64
http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=14503
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THYgeETrkPs&feature=related
Morning at Takamatsu by Kawase Hasui