Discovered Twigs and Yarn via A Closer Listen review here
TODAYS DISCOVERY – TWIGS AND YARN
Discovered Twigs and Yarn via A Closer Listen review here
Discovered Twigs and Yarn via A Closer Listen review here
I have always admired Meredith Monk and this is one of my favourite pieces.This links with the review below from between sound and space
Kate Carr ~ Songs from a Cold Place.
Here are a couple of “cold” reviews from A Closer Listen –
Every Sunday I put together a mix loosely based around a theme, as I think that music and poetry go so well together and since today I went for a stroll along the seafront to blow the cobwebs away, todays theme is Walking
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)
Discovered this little gem on Fractal Meat with a Spongy Bone : )
Here are a couple of my favourites
Whilst looking around the web for interesting articles that may fit in with the season on African and Asian Electronic artists, I found this about ululation or Zaghareet, which I found very interesting and nothing to do with electronic music : D
It’s American Poetry Month and this week the subject is the Sea
Give praise with the skirling of seagulls
And the rattle and flap of sails
And gongs of buoys rocked by the sea-swell
Out in the shipping-lanes beyond the harbor.
Give praise with the humpback whales,
Huge in the ocean they sing to one another.
From ‘A list of Praises’ – Anne Porter (2006)
Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas?
One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with every breeze,
Returning always near the eaves, or by the skylight glass:
There it will wait me many weeks, and then, at last, will pass.
Each soul is haunted by a ship in which that soul might ride
And climb the glorious mysteries of Heaven’s silent tide
In voyages that change the very metes and bounds of Fate —
O empty boats, we all refuse, that by our windows wait!
You must be logged in to post a comment.