Eight Winds , Sokratis Sinopoulos Quartet

Luka Bloom, Open Up Your Arms

HEART MAN, Luka Bloom

Alice , 2°atto ,pt.1, M.Bigonzetti

Tarkovsky Quartet, Nuit blanche

Doolin,Co.Clare, Ireland

yusef lateef , first gymnopedie

John Fahey , Requiem For Mississippi John Hurt

John Fahey, The Yellow Princess

Home and Memory

Home and Memory

Winter has come,

a flame in the fire

and all somehow warm

but i entered the door

feeling a pain, and as

all pain arises from loss,

i longed to be welcomed,
from somebody, i know who,

to just smile, at least

with a dog’s trusting joy,

maybe her not wagging

her tail but a kind bark

or a wet embrace,

peace in the house,

soup and space

as if it could never

  

have been otherwise.

I have longed for this

kiss for so long,

though i dread traps

and home is only inside

i have wished to share.

now as i am old

i see no future

i am alive.
I breathe.
the harvest moon 
has turned ice.

the past i left,

from the town where i

grew  up i fled in disgust

and memories only come

out of the forgotten

with a trigger, short films,

and i let them go,

all what i shovelled

under the snow, let it

be silent, it is winter.

Let memories freeze

and keep quiet.

outside the wind,

inside the house,

and deeper the home

in being me

   

i can be nobody else

and what i feel i

cannot cut nor forget,

i let it sleep.

i forgive my desire,

it will not die

until i will.

i forgive my memories.

they are like the

last brown leaves

tumbling on the white

and frosty soil.

Come un respiro cor , M. Bigonzetti

The Fortune Teller, Mauro Bigonzetti's ballet, Caravaggio

Christy Moore, Finnegan's Wake

christy moore , before the deluge

Before the Deluge

Author: Jackson Browne

Some of them were dreamers, some of them were fools

Who were making plans and thinking of the future

With the energy of the innocent, they were gathering the tools

That they would need to make their journey back to nature.

When the sand slipped through the opening

And their hands reached for the golden ring

And their hearts turned to each others hearts for refuge

In the troubled years that came before the deluge

Some of them knew pleasure, some of them knew pain

And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered

On the wild and crazy wings of youth they went flying around in the rain,

Until their feathers once so fine were torn and tattered

In the end they traded their tired wings

For the resignation that living brings

They traded love’s bright and fragile glow for the glitter and the rouge

In a moment they were swept before the deluge

So let the music keep your spirits high

Let the buildings keep your children dry

Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by

When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry at the way that the earth was
abused

By those men who learned to forge beauty into power

And in trying to protect us from them only became confused

By the magnitude of the fury in the final hour

When the sand was gone and the time arrived

In the naked dawn only a few survived

In attempts to understand this thing so simple and so huge

Believed they were meant to live after the deluge

So let the music keep your spirits high

Let the buildings keep your children dry

Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by

When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky

Christy Moore , Tuam Beat

The Tuam Beat

Pádraig Stevens

Once upon
a golden age

Singin
songs was all the rage

Songs for
glory songs for fun

Sad songs
in the Native Tongue

Upon my
solemn oath

There’d
be forty verses note for note

Here’s a
song to set you free

From all
of the auld history

The Tuam
Beat goes Sugar Sugar

The heart
speaks how’s your Mother

The Tuam
Beat goes Shimmy Shammy

The heart
speaks how’s your Mammy

Singin
the song, singin the song, singin the same old song

Stall her
sham you’re only spoofin

You’re
huffin and you’re puffin, you’re blowin the roof in

I’ve got
electric guitar

With the
pickup and the tremolo bar

The
workin workin workin man

Are you
wide to Paddy Talty’s plan

Boys n
Girls twist and shout

Have a
bit of fun and dance about

Quarter
to eleven off you go

Down the
palace not too slow

Heaven’s
all across the sky

I declare
to god I must reply

The
Tinker and the Pavee Sham

Fair play
to the Travelling Man

His wheel
broke he settled down

He brings
beauty to the town

Christy Moore ,Sinead O'Connor, sweet thames flow softly

Christy Moore , The Voyage

..well..

Ride on, Doolin, Christy Moore

O'Connor's Pub, Traditional Irish Music Session

John Sheahan,IRISH MEDLEY,The Dubliners

Björk has no time for your sexism bullshit 1994

Bjork ,Come to Me

Björk, The Gate

The Guardian, Björk

Chesnokov, Op. 24-6 ,Let My Prayer Arise

Monty Python , Restaurant Abuse/Cannibalism

"Quite frankly, I'm against people who give vent to their loquacity
by extraneous bombastic circumlocution"

in the evening, Yusef Lateef

Yusef Lateef , Eboness

cat stevens, miles from nowhere

Agni Parthene , Valaam Brethren Choir

i don't really mind who sings nor the words.

it fills my night with peace and beauty.



but as i read the text of this song, it is always possible to wash,

to find purity and , and i mean and,  to sacrifice one's virginity for love and life -

this is what wisdom and silence tell me.



listening tells me that all separation is artificial, inside and outside,

and, and again i mean and, that we have to accept living in a state of separation

and in a state of  non-separation at the very same time.

time is a pattern how we experience day for day but we can walk out of it-

as if walking on music.



so, i am going. gone.