Saturday, October 1, 2011

Learn To Be Still - Bucegi Mountains


It’s just another day in paradise as you stumble to your bed

 You’d give anything to silence those voices ringing in your head

 You thought you could find happiness just over that green hill

You thought you would be satisfied but you never will- Learn to be still
  We are like sheep without a shepherd we don’t know how to be alone. Learn to be still

 Maybe you’ve forgotten the heaven lying at your feet

 There are so many contridictions in all these messages we send

 (we keep asking)

 How do I get out of here

Where do I fit in?
 Though the world is torn and shaken

 Even if your heart is breakin’
 It’s waiting for you to awaken

 And someday you will-

 Learn to be still

 Learn to be still

 You just keep on runnin’

Keep on runnin’


It’s just another day in paradise
As you stumble to your bed
You’d give anything to silence
Those voices ringing in your head
You thought you could find happiness
Just over that green hill
You thought you would be satisfied
But you never will-
Learn to be still

We are like sheep without a shepherd
We don’t know how to be alone
So we wander ’round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home
But the flock cries out for another
And they kep answering that bell
And one more starry-eyed messiah
Meets a violent farewell-
Learn to be still
Now the flowers in your garden
They don’t smell so sweet
Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet
There are so many contridictions
In all these messages we send
(we keep asking)
How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in?
Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will-
Learn to be still
You just keep on runnin’
Keep on runnin’

Eagles - Learn To Be Still lyrics




Sunday, September 25, 2011

Johnny Raducanu - Adio, Mr. Jazz!



Johnny Răducanu / portrait/ pastel

Johnny Răducanu - In Memoriam
 December,1/ 1931 – September, 19 /2011


He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary man.

Unwords
Nichita Stãnescu







about Johnny Raducanu : The Independent, Boston Globe, MEDIAFAX,
Daily Tribune, Taiwan News, Quedit,

 Adevarul (Johnny Răducanu are o pensie de doar 429 de lei. Vezi cât câştigă astăzi marii artişti)


Harry Tavitian - Johnny Raducanu – When I Die I Live Again
Bibliotecarul - Bre Nea Johnny, ce ţi-a venit să pleci?
 Harry Tavitian si Johnny Raducanu


despre Johnny Raducanu pe bloguri : Nastase, metropotam, Niculina Moisescu
bookaholic, Simona Ionescu, Mircea Hodarnau, krossfire, http://www.gds.ro/,
Das Jazz Blog ,
ziarul de iasi



Saturday, September 24, 2011

Argos, Love and The Theory of Waiting















My best friend said once:

'This is how I would envision Argos, the dog
of Odysseus. Waiting for his master by the
side of the wine dark sea.
Argos was a young dog when Odysseus left to
fight at Troy. When Odysseus returned twenty
years later, Argos could no longer walk. He
saw Odysseus, smiled (in my mind), wagged
his tail and died. Such is life.'
 
(In Greek mythology, Argos was Odysseus' faithful dog.
He waited for his master's return to Ithaca for over a decade while most presumed Odysseus dead.
He was the first to recognize the King returning from the Trojan War, even though Odysseus was disguised as a beggar to discover what was going on in his palace during his absence.
It was said that as soon as Argos recognized his master, he dropped his ears and did his best to wag his tail. Having fulfilled his destiny of faith by laying his eyes upon his master once more, he released a final wimper and died. )



Waiting at the station.
Waiting for the right moves.
Waiting in the basement.
Waiting for the right cues.
Waiting in a daydream.
Waiting in this slipstream.
Waiting...
Waiting in the right bars.
Waiting in the right shoes.
Waiting in a fast car.
Waiting in the airports,
waiting for my air-miles.
Waiting in slow motion,
coming through the turnstiles...
Waiting with the orphans.
Waiting for the bee stings,
they tell me that success brings.
Waiting in the half-light.
Waiting through your whole life.
Waiting for an ideal, a low deal, a no deal.
Play your stereotype, oh yeah...
And if you ever find the time,
you know I'm not far behind.
And if you ever need someone,
I'll still be waiting...
Just waiting, for a friend.
Waiting...
I said it's alright!
It's alright, my friend...

Just waiting...

Devlins - Waiting Lyrics


Sunday, September 18, 2011

Collapse Into Now - Life for Sale


I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders. Convenient.



I am made by my times, I am a creation of now, shaken with the cracks and crevices
I'm not giving up easy, I will not fold, I don't have much, but what I have is gold....



I saw your face...



I like you, love you, every coast of you.
I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
Low ebb tide and high, full moon. Up close and distant.I read you.



Had enough to drink to make my own party, all my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep


Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.
Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.

 I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud.




I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible.



 I sing in platinum, I dress in brass, I eat in zinc



This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.



Living. Blessed. I understand.



Twentieth century: Collapse Into Now




I can be bad poet, street poet

A sun makes shadows
All over your face
As you sit
Naked and blue
Into me


Colapse into Now / BLUE/ lyrics / REM




 
 
Life for Sale/ photo experiment .
 
'Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug/The ties that bind, ha ha/I can be bad poet/Street poet/ Shit poet/Kind poet too/Subway/Almost 4AM/Halloween night/
Had enough to drink to make my own party
All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep
Half silly, gone to seed
I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
Convenient
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
Shaken with the cracks and crevices
I'm not giving up easy
I will not fold
I don't have much
But what I have is gold
I saw your face...
I sing in platinum
I dress in brass
I eat in zinc
Let it pass
Compare a toast
I like that
I understand courage
I still roll with the shout of a character I was married to today
I try to see outside myself
I understand the eyes
Excuse all the highs
Sorry
I am sorry
Ha ha
I like you, love you, every coast of you.
I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
Low ebb tide and high, full moon.
Up close and distant.
I read you.
Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.
Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
Naked and blue.
Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.
I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud. I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible.
This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.
Living. Blessed. I understand.
Twentieth century:
Collapse Into Now
A sun makes shadows
All over your face
As you sit
Naked and blue
Into me '
R E M


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