Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Desert Islands
Was listening to Desert Island Discs today - such nostalgia when that theme music starts up, and you know how you do - the discs the castaway chooses seem trite, and you start making your own list...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzqMJWlKMsY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzqMJWlKMsY
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
All things to me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gAgP-LG0cQ
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)
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

They paint their pretty faces
and show off subtle skin
in certain chosen places -
but what of the girl within?
http://yumikikuchi.blogspot.com/
http://911.globalpeace.jp/
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
These quiet still moments of peace
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
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
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