Tuesday 27 April 2010

Travelling

'To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.'

RL Stevenson

In everything, speed implies the need for immediacy. Immediacy implies an absence of the need to think.

Thursday 22 April 2010

The heavens are telling

For nearly a week the sky was clear. Barely a cloud; plain blue. Not a sound except the wind. And then one white line; another and then another. The planes are flying again. The sky is scared with the traces of passing planes. And now, back to normal, more than birdsong fills the air.

Friday 16 April 2010

A Left-handed Quote

'The trait grants those who possess it a tendency toward more flexible thinking, the psychological freedom to question orthodoxies, and the cognitive facility to update beliefs.'

Melissa Roth - The Left Stuff

Wednesday 14 April 2010

The world is to be seen

'A common man marvels at uncommon things. A wise man marvels at the commonplace.'

Confucius.

(Shades of Mingus?)

Sunday 11 April 2010

Friday 2 April 2010

For Good Friday

Jesus Was A Crossmaker

Judee Sill (1944-1979)

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

One time I trusted a stranger
'cause I heard his sweet song.
And it was gently enticing me,
Though there was something wrong.
But, when I turned he was gone.

Blinding me, his song remains reminding me
He's a bandit and a heart breaker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

He wages war with the devil,
A pistol by his side.
And though he chases him out windows
And won't give him a place to hide,
He keeps his door open wide.

Fighting him he lights a lamp inviting him.
He's a bandit and a heart breaker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

I hear the thunder come rumbling.
The light never looked so dim.
I see the junction get nearer,
And danger is in the wind.
And either road's looking grim.

Hiding me, I flee, desire dividing me,
He's a bandit and a heart breaker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
Yes, Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

One time I trusted a stranger,
'cause I heard his sweet song.
And it was gently enticing me
Though there was something wrong.
But, when I turned he was gone.
Blinding me, his song remains reminding me,
He's a bandit and a heart breaker,
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.
Yes, Jesus was a cross maker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.