Colours

August 18, 2019

Yellow is the colour of my true love’s hair
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best

Blue is the colour of the sky-y-y
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best

Green is the colour of the sparkling corn
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time
That’s the time
I love the best

Mellow is the feeling that I get
When I see her, mm-hmmm,
When I see her, mm-hmmm
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best

Freedom is a word I rarely use
Without thinking, mm-hmmm,
Without thinking, mm-hmmm,
Of the time,
Of the time
When I’ve been loved

Donovan

the ceiling flew away

August 17, 2019

The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away –

Incomparably sublime!

flexibility exercises help keep us mobile and active –


playing the piano – Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No 2 is one of the most popular and recognisable concertos in the classical repertoire


or practice your violin


Or make love


or drown him in passion


or simply sweep him off his feet


or failing that just go to the beach and sunbathe

Orpheus and Eurydice

August 4, 2019

Out of the land of shadows and darkness
We were returning towards the morning light
Almost in reach of places I knew
Escaping the ghosts of yesterday
You were behind me following closely
“Don’t turn around” I heard you whisper in my ear
“If you should turn now, all that you won
Will vanish just like a passing dream.”

Just on the very verge of the morning
Daylight was dawning, freedom was but a step away
Now with the deep dark river behind us
What could go wrong if I stayed strong in mind
What was the sudden lapse into madness
What was the urge that turned my head around to look at you?
What was the stubborn will
To destroy the love and the joy I nearly held?

Three times a thunder roared in my ears
In all of my years I’ll see that lost look in your eyes
As with a sigh like smoke in the wind
You slipped from my grasp into the waiting shadows
So much I longed to say
But my touch found only the empty air and a black nights coldness
Into another world you have passed
And never again can I reclaim you

written by Ken Howard and Alan Blaikley

Pastimes

May 13, 2019

Just leave me alone
to write poetry
and play the
piano. My hands
pirouette
and dance over
the keys. My pen
spins and twirls
over the page

I am happy now.

Thomas H Scott

a BIG surprise

April 14, 2019

If you go out in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise.
If you go out in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise…

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic…

If you go out in the woods today,
You’d better not go alone.
It’s lovely out in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home…

Jimmy Kennedy

Teddy Bear’s Picnic

practice reading

March 16, 2019

But the problem with readers, the idea we’re given of reading is that the model of a reader is the person watching a film, or watching television. So the greatest principle is, “I should sit here and I should be entertained.” And the more classical model, which has been completely taken away, is the idea of a reader as an amateur musician. An amateur musician who sits at the piano, has a piece of music, which is the work, made by somebody they don’t know, who they probably couldn’t comprehend entirely, and they have to use their skills to play this piece of music.  The greater the skill, the greater the gift that you give the artist and that the artist gives you. That’s the incredibly unfashionable idea of reading.  And yet when you practice reading, and you work at a text, it can only give you what you put into it. It’s an old moral, but it’s completely true.

Zadie Smith
Interview KCRW’s Bookworm program

Undead

March 9, 2019

If I could express the same thing with words as with music, I would, of course, use a verbal expression. Music is something autonomous and much richer. Music begins where the possibilities of language end. That is why I write music.

Jean Sibelius
Interview with Berlingske Tidende, June 10, 1919.

Billie Holiday

January 20, 2019

sometimes the deaf
hear better than the blind

some men
when they first
heard her sing

were only attracted
to the flower in her hair

E. Ethelbert Miller