Olafur Arnalds , Tree

Moby, Homeward Angel (Long Version)

A poet's advice to students, E.E.Cummings

"A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."

..

"As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn’t a poet can possibly imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time — and whenever we do it, we’re not poets.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve written one line of one poem, you’ll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world — unless you’re not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Does that sound dismal? It isn’t.

It’s the most wonderful life on earth.

Or so I feel."

e.e.cummings, brainpickings.org

David Bowie, Moby, Across The Universe

Arthur Brown, Kingdom Come ,Sunrise (lyrics)

Nitin Sawhney , Say Hello

"Another speaker was Mr Enoch Powell who was sacked from the shadow cabinet earlier this year, for his extreme and publicly stated views on immigration."
".. one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character."

I knew you needed a friend
I knew you needed some blue skies
You need some laughter again
Til magic returns to your blue eyes
You're lost in the circle of pain
Where's it all going?
Each day is the same
Where are you going?

Say hello. Say hello
You're never alone

Something inside of yourself
When darkness approaches, your silence
Freedom's forgotten her name
Nothing makes sense you don't complain
Everything started to fall
Where's it all going?
Can't make any sense of it all
Where am I going?

Say hello. Say hello
You're never alone

Robert Plant , A Way With Words | Official Audio

die worte, die wörter und ich

Als ich mich öffnete,
als ich dich sah,
begann ich zu leuchten,
ich wollte singen.
Meine Seele wanderte
in meine Haut, in meine Hände,
in dich und in dich in mir.
Ich war froh.

Ich traf  Schweigen,
Phrasen, Koans, Verzicht.
Deinen Schmerz, den meinen.
Meine älteste Wut, den Zorn
darauf, am Leben zu sei, so,
so wie es scheint.

Ich schickte meine Worte wie ein Lied,
mehr und mehr, sie fielen durch dich
ganz hindurch, kamen zurück als Wörter
in meine wachsende Stille,
in die ich fort bin und weg,
von Mal zu Mal. Ich musste.

Ich denke immer an dich,
ich fühle dich überall,
in allem.
Ich sorge mich um dich.

Ich trage dich wie eine Wunde,
allein ist sie nicht heilbar-
wenn nicht im Dunkel des Gestrüpps,
mit Erde und Spucke bedeckt,
aussätzig bis ich nicht Mann bin
und nicht Kind, mit einem Nagel
durch die Zunge, den Kopf, das Herz,
frohlockend wie der Vogel im Käfig,
frei wie ein Narr, gedankenlos
wie ein Tier, ein Rätsel
das im Licht schwebt wie Staub,
glänzt und sich spiegelt.

Nichts ist wie es scheint,
nicht Liebe noch Leid.
Nichts.

A sede do silêncio, antónio ramos rosa

A sede do silêncio é um fruto do silêncio. 

A sede da palavra nasce da palavra que nasce do silêncio. 

A necessidade do silêncio é uma necessidade da palavra 
que (não) se perde na palavra. 
Distância, deserto, de árvore em árvore, 
a eterna sede, a sede do eterno, 
da frugal transparência do efémero. 

Terra, toda a distância da terra em cada sílaba, em cada vocábulo sem água. 

A página é deserto e caminho errante, obstinado. 

O horizonte do deserto anula a miragem, 
nega o imaginário. 

A sede da página é sede da ausência 
e sede da palavra do horizonte. 

A ausência é a segunda dimensão do dia, 
o outro lábio da terra, 

a verdadeira voz do vocábulo.

antónio ramos rosa

vagabundagem na poesia de antónio ramos rosa

seguido de uma antologia

casimiro de brito

quasi

2001

Bob Dylan , Lay Lady Lay

U2 , Love Is Bigger Than Anything In Its Way

Michael Kobrin , Find Yourself (Official Release)

Allgaeu,Germany, Saturday