Wednesday, December 26, 2007

if you think education is expensive, then try ignorance ...























the loved one and i were talking about paris, which i hardly know ... and i remembered how i once told some jazz-loving friends that i'd been lost one night many years ago, on my first visit to the city, in the seemingly endless curved corridors of the meridien hotel in the north of paris


i was on the wrong floor & instead of finding a lift, took a wrong turn to a balcony looking down in to an atrium where, far below me, an excellent jazz trio were playing to a very well-dressed ( glittering, indeed ) audience ... in a style very like that of oscar peterson ... but i was extremely tired and only watched a couple of numbers before resuming the search for my room
my very sweet & good-natured friends reacted to this remark with stony-faced contempt ...
"you fool, tristan ! that WAS oscar peterson"

Friday, December 21, 2007

Monday, December 17, 2007

seasonally serendipitous

on saturday morning, i spent nearly an hour in malmesbury, the town where i grew up

before travelling on, having whizzed around and been lucky enough to see several old friends, i went to meet the loved one who was bargain hunting in oxfam

as i placed my hand upon the shop door, i caught sight of this book in the window

it was expensive ... but irresistible






































we journeyed on to wales and upon entering my aunt's house that afternoon, found this dvd perched on top of a table besides her new telly
















i explained the co-incidence to her and she replied, "i've just acquired a second copy of it, so you can keep this if you like !"

more weekend stuff




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

maybe it was the wrong kind of leaf


port and starboard, ennit ?


baby pwincess



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

Sunday, December 02, 2007

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