Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Fernando Fernán-Gómez RIP
if you have never seen it, then it is never too late to watch "the spirit of the beehive"
it is said that his favourite tango, caminito, was played at the cremation
http://www.todotango.com/spanish/biblioteca/partituras/partitura.asp?id=599#
Little path that time has erased,
That one day saw us pass by together,
I have come for the last time,
I have come to tell you my woes.
Little path, you were then,
embroidered in clover and flowering reeds,
a shadow you will soon be,
a shadow the same as myself.
Since she left I live in sadness,
little road my friend, I'm leaving also.
Since she left she never returned,
I'll follow her steps, little path, goodbye.
Little path which every afternoon
I happily travelled singing of my love
don't tell her if she passes through again
that my tears watered your tracks.
Little path covered with thistle,
the hand of time erased your tracks.
I would like to fall beside you
and let time kill us both.
Monday, December 10, 2007
winter again
DECEMBER STILLNESS
December stillness, teach me through your trees
That loom along the west, one with the land,
The veiled evangel of your mysteries.
While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down
Deepens, and dusk imbues me where I stand,
With grave diminishings of green and brown,
Speak roofless Nature, your instinctive words;
And let me learn your secret from the sky,
Following a flock of steadfast journeying birds
In lone remote migration beating by.
December stillness, crossed by twilight roads,
Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.
Siegfried Sassoon
December stillness, teach me through your trees
That loom along the west, one with the land,
The veiled evangel of your mysteries.
While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down
Deepens, and dusk imbues me where I stand,
With grave diminishings of green and brown,
Speak roofless Nature, your instinctive words;
And let me learn your secret from the sky,
Following a flock of steadfast journeying birds
In lone remote migration beating by.
December stillness, crossed by twilight roads,
Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.
Siegfried Sassoon
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
seasonally affectively disordered i may be ...
... but i'm still addicted to overheard in new york
http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/012640.html
http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/012640.html
Saturday, December 01, 2007
kirtling street, nine elms
the perimeter wall of the power station has a crack which is moving, so a surveyor has left this interesting guage
this building appears to be unused now, except by these sleeping beauties
a phenomenal amount of crushed stone, gravel and concrete is processed beside the river at nine elms for distribution across the city
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
no one is above the law in modern china
You couldn’t make it up … I just got in late from work and heard the end of the six o clock news on BBC radio 4 … their reporter said the Chinese government have angrily denounced the Dalai Lama’s proposals for finding his successor, … pointing out that “any re-incarnations without government consent were illegal” ...
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
In Tenebris by Thomas Hardy
Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
Flower-petals flee;
But since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me.
Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost's black length:
Strength long since fled!
Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends cannot turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none.
Tempests may scath;
But love cannot make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One, who past doubtings all,
Waits in unhope.
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