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Thursday, August 10, 2017

a bed of ignorance

the thunder came
this night, rain in his
voice, he growled:
i struck you down.

i answered: not you,
the lightning burned
a hole in my shoes,
see, i'm barefoot.

walking softly on
the freshly cut grass
i smiled, i know
the silence in noise.

then i knocked my
head in the dark,
the tree complained
and ignored my pain.

i felt he can, why not,
we are not obliged
to listen, to be aware,
and i walked around,

stealing quietly the apples
i had caused to fall,
the law of gravity
makes one lose, 

the other gains.
after i sat down
on a stone and felt
why move, it is enough.

i fell asleep, when i woke
the crows circled the sky,
hungry, with sharp eyes,
coming out of the sun.











Keith Jarrett , In Your Quiet Place

Keith Jarrett , Prayer (1974)

Keith Jarret , Opening

Keith Jarrett , Take Me Back

Dolcissima,Maxim Shalygin , for piano & cello

March the Mad Scientist, Jethro Tull





What would you like for Christmas?
A new polarity?
You're binary and desperate
To deal in high figures that lick us
With a hotter flame.
Look - each and every one the same.
In March the mad scientist
Brings a new change
In ever-dancing colors.
He rings it here and he rings it,
But no one stops to see
The change of fate and the fate of change
That slips into his pocket,
So he locks it
All away from view
And shares not what he thought he knew.
And April is summer-bound,
And February's blue.
And no one stops to see the colors.