Cheers! What would you like to have: some optimism, some pessimism or just a cup of coffee?

Perspective 1:

"The merry year is born
Like the bright berry from the naked thorn."
Hartley Coleridge

Perspective 2:

"New Year's Day: Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual." Mark Twain


http://radioblogclub.com/open/74495/new_year/Jeff_Buckley_-_New_Year_s_Prayer

Creating vs. Destroying

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7801662.stm


"Eric Fromm believes that we all desire to overcome, to transcend, another fact of our being: Our sense of being passive creatures. We want to be creators. There are many ways to be creative: We give birth, we plant seeds, we make pots, we paint pictures, we write books, we love each other. Creativity is, in fact, an expression of love. Unfortunately, some don't find an avenue for creativity. Frustrated, they attempt to transcend their passivity by becoming destroyers instead. Destroying puts me "above" the things -- or people -- I destroy. It makes me feel powerful. We can hate as well as love. But in the end, it fails to bring us that sense of transcendence we need."
( http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/fromm.html )

"The Moon in the Sky Battered and Mangled" *

Some Notes:

1- Less and less people around me, means more and more space for the pop-up parade of memories...

2- Cant help but track daily phases of the moon... Waiting for full moon, "luna bella", makes crescent look prettier. (It is waning crescent today, 4% of full)

Yes, "it wont be by moonlight"** but it might be under the moonlight...

3- My christian friends invited me for christmas dinner today...According to many sources it is not the birthday of Jesus today, there is a long story about how/when Christmas first started to be celebrated...Of course I will not share this information with them tonight...

4- Watched the movie "Bitter Moon" (Lune de Fiel) last night and thought if bees are the only creatures always being on honeymoon (Lune de Miel)

5- It is Holidays season, everybody is travelling, me stuck here...Maybe it is better this way


http://radioblogclub.com/open/108866/oi_va_voi/oi_va_voi_-_05_-_ladino_song

http://radioblogclub.com/open/106979/nick_cave/Nick_Cave_-_Do_You_Love_Me


* From the lyrics of "Do You Love Me".
** From the lyrics of "Ladino Song".

Would Adam Smith* have wanted to know the future?

"Do you have Afghan Pomegranates? I asked one of the grocery salesman at the biggest supermarket here who was showing me white pomegranates from India. He said "no", little surprised...

"But why not? It is one of the best in the world." I knew there was no need for this further more-of-a-statement question. I lost my appetite for pomegranates and left the salesman with a blank look on his face...

And here is yesterday's news: "30000 more US troops for Afghanistan".

Let, if not rest of the world, American soldiers eat Afghan pomegranates and smell Afghan tulips and let Afghan youth continue studying the rules of modern capitalist economy and export-import theories at universities...

Maybe it is a blessing not to know the future...


*Adam Smith is best known as the father of liberal economic theory.

The pigeon and me at Buffalos Cafe

The Egyptian pigeon with long eyelashes passed by my cave yesterday and awakened the birds that had been sleeping there for a long time.

Fluttering and fluttering...

A football match on the screen on my left side and a basketball match on the one on my right side,
Loud music,
Some leather boots and pictures of cowboys from Texas hanging on the walls,
Dark tea, one after another,
Fluttering and fluttering that gives me both joy and pain for the pigeon does not know the intentions of the person missing from our table...The person who causes the constant fluttering...

And this morning...The song "Englishman in New York" brings to my mind poor Quentin and what he said once: "To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny."

And Yes! As Leo Buscaglia already said, "Like any other living, growing thing, love requires effort to keep it healthy."

If I could I would whisper all these to the person who tied a purple thread of hope around the pigeon's leg. Alas, there is not enough effort as a proof being shown and no voice, and the pigeon seems tired of flying back and forth...


http://radioblogclub.com/open/153309/englishman_in_new_york/Sting_-_Englishman_In_New_York

The hardest test

Abraham-the-great's self once had to
turn into a thread and pass through
the eye of the needle that sews mercy,
best defining the word 'sacrifice' and
embroidering it on mankind's history.

If you get blessed with a son,
when he becomes a wealthy man
tell him what needs to be done
to be sheltered by 'hekmah'
before we see the last Bang!

wandering around the wishing well

there is high tide in my eyes today,
tears cant wait to meet the shore
Mrs. autumn falls to the ground
digs a hole and lays down in there
after the wind stole her crown

there is slow music on the radio and
a sad, wise silence outside today


http://radioblogclub.com/open/90732/sophie_solomon/A_light_that_never_dies_-_Sophie_Solomon

mind stimulating morning guests

After saying good morning to the pigeons knocking on my window with their beaks I checked the first drawer, it was not there, then pulled the third one, NO! Such a mess I thought, I should tidy up these sometime soon. I was about to get drowned into the second drawer, there was almost everything except what I was looking for: a long forgotten dream...but I still remember how it felt...
Yes! Mind is a console table with bottemless-well-like drawers...

volcano

where is my chalk

where are those old streets

bamboozling,

full of flossy dreams

and children playing

hopscothing

with purple cheeks

and ignited eyes

where is my chalk

let me draw a pattern

transcrossing

with memories

tuff-ing

lav(a)ing

agglomerating

http://radioblogclub.com/open/134156/damien_rice/damien_rice_-_Volcano

Mind drifting between two pages

She poured coffee on the 46th page of her final draft script, "thank God there is something called softcopy" she thought. She dried the page with a towel that had red stains on it. She had finally decided to dye her hair red the other day. If someone asked why she already had so many quick answers ready such as:
1- My head is mourning for the blood being shed everyday on the world,
2- It is autumn, did not want the leaves feel alone leaving the life,
3- Chose to turn on the "stop" light for fast approachers coz I am currently in a room of my life on the door of which it says: "no-men"!

and the last one brought some irrelevant latin phrases to her mind: nomen nudum, nomen dubium...

"nudum" or "dubium" what kind of a name should I pick as the title she started to think deeply while sipping the rest of the coffee...then she found the 47th page on her lap waiting in the queue to be read for the 5th time...

Title? Why not 47!! If someone asked she already had so many quick answers ready...

White rabbit - black rabbit

"It is not like pulling a rabbit out of your hat boy! It is like making a camel jump over a ditch! You gotto have the guts!.." the blind beggar whispered to the young man while he was leaving some coins in the dirty mug on the ground.

"You have to hear those that she chooses not to put into words, only your mercy can make things easier" the beggar continued murmuring as the young man walked away with a more loaded mind...

"And she will fly away if she feels she is not sweeter than honey for you!" His last words fell on the young man's ears as sprinkles of a tired scream just before he crossed the street and disappeared among the pedestrians.

Magnum Opus

Lets see what Wiki has to say today:

The Great Work (Latin: Magnum opus) is a term which originated in medieval European alchemy which refers to the successful completion of the transmutation of base matter into gold or the creation of the philosopher's stone. It has subsequently been used as a metaphor for spiritual transformation in the Hermetic tradition.

It has three stages:

nigredo(-putrefactio), blackening(-putrefaction): individuation, purification, burnout of impureness (referring to Sol Niger in alchemy)

albedo, whitening: spiritualisation, enlightenment

rubedo, reddening: unification of man with god, unification of the limited with the unlimited.

~~~
(Familiar words...when I think of Sufism in Islam)

Hosting the night with eyes wide open

Silence is NOT golden all the time
and
Butterflies' wings get heavy sometime
and the Music
is not very helpful this time...

Who knows? Not me!

http://radioblogclub.com/open/142161/nirvana/Nirvana_-_The_Man_Who_Sold_The_World

Ooooneee

Twooooo

Threeeeeeee!!

Held ma breath and jummmpppeeed in!!

(Could still hear the music playing)

Internally Breathing

"You've got beautiful hands" he said, "you should play piano"...The drums were already playing in her heart for no one had touched her hand so slowly till then...


http://radioblogclub.com/open/127784/leonard_cohen/Leonard_Cohen_-_I_m_Your_Man

http://radioblogclub.com/open/94303/natacha_atlas_best_of/natacha_atlas_-_best_of

http://radioblogclub.com/open/94303/astor_piazolla/Astor_Piazolla_-_Por_una_Cabeza

http://radioblogclub.com/open/94303/cesaria_evora/cesaria-evora

Ear and Voice

"...The significance of man is not in what he attains, but rather in what he longs to attain.

Some of us are like ink and some like paper.
And if it were not for the blackness of some of us, some of us would be dumb;
And if it were not for the whiteness of some of us, some of us would be blind.

Give me an ear and I will give you a voice.

Our mind is a sponge; our heart is a stream.
Is it not strange that most of us choose sucking rather than running?..."


From "Sand and Foam" by Khalil Gibran
http://www-personal.umich.edu/~jrcole/gibran/sandfoam/sandfoam.htm

making films

"I make films thinking that life is beautiful."

Kim Ki-duk

eating music salad at 2:43am

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0R7ZAGb6P0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfjIYwaL6TQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lo1SiVwVqic&feature=related

Ship Journey

Your brown, wooden suitcase got here before you arrived and so did your scent... I was wondering if they still make those suitcases in 21st century. There was a navy blue sweater and a couple more things in it...

suits, leather briefcases and brandy watches

Most of us are like bugs, far less useful than the tea boy whose eyes I am so embarrassed to look at...We are fake heroes wearing superman costumes...how tiny! Swimming, floating, struggling in the sea assuming we are the distributers of the water. Yes, we are bugs!


http://radioblogclub.com/open/110361/calexico/Calexico_-_The_Crystal_Frontier

music music!...

http://radioblogclub.com/open/44002/saint_marie/Piano_Magic-Saint_Marie


"If you have a fountain, shut it up. Let even a fountain have a rest." Kozma Prutkov

Goodbye

And she flees from here
to some unknown realms
hoping to hear the echo
of her own laughter
in some other dreams
with the eyes asking
is it possible to go back
to the cocoon
And if someone worries
say: cant stay any more
with the wings, colors fading.
Will remember the blessing
of flying and resting
in the sight of the precious
And she flees from here
along with the delicious
melodies of S. Bechet
to God knows where
maybe upper street
maybe far-off Tibet


http://radioblogclub.com/open/429/sidney_bechet/Sidney_Bechet_-_Si_tu_vois_ma_mere

Two men and a dog watching it rain

The Guest: "Look at the clouds, they are not letting any of the sunbeams reach the eye like jealous young lovers."

The Old Man: "Why not, cant you think of a possible love between the sun and water? Maybe sun calls water to be closer to her so water raises and turns into clouds. Whenever the sun goes little far clouds cry, send their water down to the earth to wait for being called again.."

The Guest:"Ah, such a romantic scenario on the tears of clouds that I could expect only from you. Anyways, no time to shoot the breeze, my legs ache...bloody rain must be on the way"

The Old Man: (Murmuring) "Lay your head where my heart used to be. Hold the earth above me. Lay down in the green grass. Remember when you loved me..."

The Guest: "What is this, man! Do you have fever or what?"

The Old Man: "Tom Waits, Green Grass... Just fell onto my tounge from among the old memories..."

The Guest: "Come inside fast, it has already started. Call your stupid dog also!"

The Old Man: "Let me first get a big bucket, there is a hidden hole on the ceiling, I should have retiled the roof long back (whistling and calling the dog in)..."

The Guest: " Haha, and you keep telling me that I am the lazy one!"

The Old Man: (Sniffing the air in the room) "Dont tell me you had a lady friend here when I went to give the socks to those guys this morning!"

The Guest: " Yeah, in my dream only! How on earth has this come to your mind?

The Old Man: " Then what about this green apple fragrance in the air? Or lemon maybe..."

The Guest: " You better ask Mr. Waits..."


http://radioblogclub.com/open/429/tom_waits/Tom_Waits_-_Green_Grass

Game of Connotations

The Painting: Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow by Atkinson Grimshaw

" Lubricants is our business" was written on the back of a minibus-kind-of-lorry just in front of me, stuck in traffic...I started to imagine, sweeping away some nasty thoughts, the rusty cogwheels of the life/the globe that need to be lubricated, then remembered a dog called Rusty that I saw in a movie years ago, then thought how much I wanted to be a director when I was a teenager...

"Do you want to know your future, beauty?" asked the old gypsy with so many brown spots on her face which made me think of first the brown spots on my iris, then wild birds with brown spots in their eyes, then Iris the rainbow goddess in Greek mythology, then the flower iris, then Iris Murdoch...

Quite personal

"Thursday, a perfect day to fall in love" flew out from the yawning mouth and the stretching body,
"what the hell am I doing here" slapped the face in the mirror,
"It is a matter of timing, isn’t it? " sprinkled on the overcooked eggs,
"Do something about the lately appeared eye bags" poured into the second cup of coffee,
"Don’t forget to go to the floral shop today" pointed at the pot of the only plant at home which now looks so tiny under the growing branches and needs to be replaced,
"People will think you are a witch! Buy for yourself at least one pink t-shirt!" frowned at the drawer full of black clothes.

Memorial for Mesopotamia

Dont build hanging gardens for me
for there will always be
harum-scarum boots of
this or that nation
to make Amytis turn in her grave
to squash Babylon's grapes and
to mix the red juice
with the tears of Tigris

Dont bind and initial me
Dont entrust marvellous libraries with me
for civil wars and fires are nothing surprising
to our worn out history
that saw ancient Alexandria mourning
for its countless manuscripts burning

The Morning Mist

Bulbuls* on the palm tree

dont sound sleepy

in the morning,

workers' eyes scream for mercy.

A bee drowned in its honey

appears on the surface

of the morning.



Breath! Keep breathing!

says the song

like the loyal squire Sancho,

the realistic.

There is this inevitable scrupling

in the morning

about some inevitable desicions.

So what! You are awake to see

sumbuls** on the meadows

purple and tranquilizing

in the morning



http://radioblogclub.com/open/108866/nature_boy/06_-_Nat_King_Cole_-_Nature_Boy_



* Persian Nightingales

** Hyacinths flowers

Voodoo

Postmodern griping-pains on stomachs
Excessive preachings on self-confidence

One has no right to carry fears along
when everybody is dizzy with the gong:
"Oh men and women!
This is the era of 'success'
dont you dare to discuss!
Viva individualism(!)"

This is the century of neon lights
Shiny 'perfectness' of the mankind
We've got one phantom left to be hunted
which is the risk of being a 'loser'
After that we will all become alike
"Viva elite massism(!)"

Two men and a dog whirling a clew

"I cant believe you finally did this! Knitting wool socks for the old widowers of the town?! And these are grey as their hair, how can you be so funny without even smiling?" the guest chuckled for minutes watching a man knitting stuff first time in his life.

"Well, those fellows' hands are too stiff to knit and I need to do something to feed myself and the dog, and you sometimes. I sew rips on their clothes, too." explained the old man.

"All of you are going nuts, I swear! Hopefully I will not end up like you (sigh). Have you ever thought of asking those fellows why they dont buy socks from any store if they have money?" the guest asked pointing his index finger toward his brain.

"Why should I ask, to lose my small business?" this time the old man pointed his index finger toward his brain. "I know what they would say though, these keep their feet far warmer than the ones knitted by machines do" he put his reading glasses on and continued knitting. "I know well what way people like you think: get fast, consume fast and forget fast..." he looked at his guest Mr. sapient over the glasses.

"All right! Lets have dinner when you finish this pair at least" the guest cut the argument short. (Trying to get the grey wool clew back from the dog) "How come you decided to move your lazy ass today, play with something else, there is money and food for all of us at the end of this thread" he snapped over the dog who gave him a sad look in return and went to curl up by the old man's feet.

"You go check the gramophone, it must be tired of you nagging all the time, the music stopped again. And I am coming in a bit to set the table" the old man raised his head to watch the sunset for a few seconds before finishing the left foot sock...

asking for the hand

Not that I am crazy about this movie,
but john is crazy about the mama's daughter and I could not find the song anywhere else:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkx6HScl_qQ

If I ever get married mr. x (or "y" or "z" , whatever) better know this song, my mama does not know english though, haha

The Escapee

http://radioblogclub.com/open/142403/django/Django_Reinhardt_-_Minor_Swing

Django is tickling my feet

with those strings and

naughty chords

how can I dance

when I must look serious

like a boring member of parliament

or a swaggering fool ostrich

stiff as a poker

Look what he did now:

an agile laughter of mine

just escaped from my mouth

Oppss! has anybody heard?

Avocado Tree

Is it you sitting still there
lost in thoughts
of secretly planted avocados
or am I dreaming a prisoner
resting chin on hand
who was given a black uniform
and a rectangular piece of sky
in return to her colorful words
and clothes

The magic of tambourine

was humble as
the rolled up sleeves
of that night blue shirt
exquisite, long fingers
stroke the tambourine
against the flat palm
shaked the jingles
the trumpet
and the drum
already gave up yet
the scent of the melodies
still lingers
on the fingers


http://radioblogclub.com/open/150099/omara/Omara_Portuondo_-_Tabu

Movie Day

I saw two movies yesterday, both won many awards:

1. The Color of Paradise (original name: Range Hoda, also translated as The Color of God)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VViiJNVAnoA&feature=related

I think that Iranian directors are brilliant!

2- Romulus, My Father

must be the first Australian Movie I have seen, I strongly recommend!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgoYmEiRJ0Q&feature=related

Matryoshka

Have you lost what you found?
Do you hope finding
once again
what you have lost
knowing that you might
once again
lose what you will find?
Do you mind being found
by someone long lost
knowing that you might
get lost among
those souls
long lost?

Autumn Mirage

Look at the hand!
Rain is falling down drip drop
Someone's green beret is flying away
A child is jumping over a puddle hop!
Cinnamon on a hot sahlep
is burning someone's upper gum
Look at the dry yellow hand!
Waving you goodbye
Before taking off into the wind
From the bald tree
Hoky poky!

Two men and a dog going for hunting

"Look what you have done!" the guest scolded the old man "his highness' hair is flying all over the place, you wont need any seasoning for your food from now on." He lowered his voice and narrowed his eyes while saying the last words of the sentence since he was well focused on the fly that he was gonna smash after a few seconds.
"You are a nasty man! That is disgusting! At least dont mention my food when you make this kind of connections between objects. You have already killed my appetite for today" the old man stopped combing the dog and rushed to the door. He pulled the door open so swiftly that it could not find time to scream this time.
The first attempt to hunt the fly was successful, the dog raised his ears without moving his body when the noise of the guest's slap echoed in the room. "Shit! That hurts, plus there is a tiny corpse on my knee" he whined.
"Why did you do it then?" the old man asked while he was shaking the dog hair off his pants and shirt at the threshold.
"I dont know" the guest shrugged, that was the best answer he had ever known. "The gramophone stopped again, is it older than you by the way?" he enjoyed pulling the old man's leg like that in return to his question.
"Age and its limitations is just an illusion my friend, Mr. time is very skillful to make us , the audience, believe his tricks" the old man sighed.
"Okay okay, if you start talking this way you will never stop I know. Lets go and hunt real stuff, bigger than flies. You say you dont have appetite but I am starving." The guest grabbed the old man's rifle that was hanging on the wall.
"It is damn hard to help a person who does not know that he knows, and it is worst when it comes to a person who does not know that he does not know!" murmured the old man while putting leash on his dog and placed a box of shells in his crossover shoulder bag.

Two men and a dog listening to blues

When he entered inside, the dog, at that moment indifferent to everything around, was pouting with sleepy eyes which became little wider as the door screamed while opening slowly to let the stranger in. What the dog could see from the place where he was laying was his light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots. He had been lazy to polish them and poor to replace them with a new pair. The old man, owner of the dog did not raise his head to see who came in first time after months till he finished the quote he was reading aloud: “I have no desire to move mountains, construct monuments, or leave behind in my wake material evidence of my existence. But, in the final recollection, if the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart…Then in living - I have made my mark.”
“T-h-o-m-a-s L. O-d-e-m Jr.” the old man said the name slowly, digesting each letter between his lips, as if revealing a secret. “Who the hell is he, another cracked bastard from your ontology of smartasses?” asked the stranger with light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots. “Not ontology, it is anthology!” the old man replied “besides, they are not cracked, they are genius people, they were in fact, most of them must be resting in peace now”.

“Fine let them rest then, why do you spend your time all day long just to understand what dead people once said? You are not able to even shave your beard and you are reading this rubbish to your dog! Look how bored he is!” murmured the stranger with light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots while rolling some more tobacco for the old man and for himself.

“I don’t shave but my shoes are always polished…by the way how do you know that my dog is bored of me?” asked the old man not expecting an answer, turned the page of his book, the anthology of geniuses in history, trying to quite thousands of ontological questions in his mind, stood up and placed another Ray Charles record on the gramophone turntable…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXGc0OoZEsM&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vL8ELGoigs&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAvP3eV73Vs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8Tiz6INF7I&feature=related

Sacred Erotica

Like a graceful willow
letting its branch skim the water
he dropped onto her calmly.

Like a humble wretch
stepping into a sacred sanctuary
with his pure being
he entered her solemnly
leaving outside
all she would dislike.

He sowed in her tenderly
the forgotten peace
of some old times
and the deep sorrow
of his very own.

Like unlocking a treasure box
he turned with her
from west to east
his tears mixed with her sweat
on her warm neck.

If only time had
abandoned them forever
if only his lips
could rest on the neck
and the branch in the water
forever.

The Orange Sunset

As I push my side fringe
behind my ear, slowly,
you extend to me
your palm holding
a slice of orange

There is no other voice
one can hear
than of a bamboo windbell
and some lazy ocean waves

Did we forget all
we wanted to say or
are the words happier
coming out from
the eyes than the lips

There is no other guest
whirling around
than the naughty light beams
and a lost evening bird

As I sip my dark tea
you just poured, slowly,
the universe happily
records this moment
under its chapter of Peace.

time spins away

"...They say Dawn, dazzled by love, took Tithonus
in her rose arms to the utter end of the earth..."

---

"...The moon has set and
the Pleiades, Middle
of the night, time spins
away and I lie alone..."

Sappho

Heaven's Earrings

"Did not I put the garland around your neck, did not I remove the pain from your chest?

Did not I blow pollens of peace into it so that you would live many springs happily and remember me?.."


Said the Lord of Heaven to her while she was listening in awe and the sparkles of her eyes were reflecting from Heaven's green earrings...



http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/140386/devendra_banhart/Devendra_Banhart_-__Heard_Somebody_Say

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/135800/rain_dogs/Tom_Waits_-_Rain_dogs

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/145757/little_sparrow/Dolly_Parton_-_Little_Sparrow

Grace to Sip

DESCENT

by Rumi

I made a far journey

Earth's fair cities to view,

but like to love's city
City none I knew

At the first I knew not

That city's worth,

And turned in my folly

A wanderer on earth.

From so sweet a country

I must needs pass,

And like to cattle

Grazed on every grass.

As Moses' people

I would liefer eat

Garlic, than manna

And celestial meat.

What voice in this world

to my ear has come

Save the voice of love

Was a tapped drum.

Yet for that drum-tap

From the world of All

Into this perishing

Land I did fall.

That world a lone spirit

Inhabiting.

Like a snake I crept

Without foot or wing.

The wine that was laughter

And grace to sip

Like a rose I tasted

Without throat or lip.

'Spirit, go a journey,'

Love's voice said:

'Lo, a home of travail

I have made.'

Much, much I cried:

'I will not go';

Yea, and rent my raiment

And made great woe.

Even as now I shrink

To be gone from here,

Even so thence

To part I did fear.

'Spirit, go thy way,'

Love called again,

'And I shall be ever nigh thee
As they neck's vein.'

Much did love enchant me

And made much guile;

Love's guile and enchantment

Capture me the while.

In ignorance and folly
When my wings I spread,

From palace unto prison

I was swiftly sped.

Now I would tell

How thither thou mayst come;

But ah, my pen is broke

And I am dumb.

Tango of Tears*

"...we shall be old and happy one day..." said the Precious while I was playing this tango lyrics of which sounded strange yet somehow like a warm whistle of someone familiar....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nz8JNwg2ydU

*Soundtrack of the movie "Adam & the Devil"

"less is more"

- Do you think the earth coughs and sneezes sometimes?

- Sure it does! Think of earthquakes and other natural disasters...

- Does it smile with joy like us every now and then?

- Yes, haven't you seen night blooming jasmine blossoms before!?

- Why have you stopped? Keep on talking.

- Coz less is more...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DXCHa9BYfE&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_ZaHNHIQOA&feature=related

the "I"

To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I." - Ayn Rand

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yKgAEkCKxY&feature=related

Do not even wait...

I recalled Franz Kafka this morning, dont know why. He might have wanted to be remembered, who knows...Or a-few-days-guest-of-mine, flu the sluggish is playing an 'associations game' with me, shuffling my memory and picking out a name randomly...Or my end-of-month-mood is boycotting my latest firm stance against hopelessness using its best cards stored in my memory...

He said:

"It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvwEkZFfmPk&feature=related

Yellowish Black

The weekend was on the way wearing her bright yellow dress and sandals made of sea shells, hips shaking with the rhythms of aqustic and drums. She kept sun-tanning creams, icy lemonades and her half-to-be-read-book in her big bag. As she started to ask around "anybody wants to dance barefoot on a beach now?" she felt a sourness in her mind caused by the thoughts of people who might be hungry/ under danger/ under torture/feeling lonely/... at that moment.

She threw the bag away and played her CD and shared her cigarette with the music that was supposed to be for dancing...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7yRqsxid4c

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B84RpcmF50I

high tide - low tide: lets hide:)

...His mouth tasted like cigarettes and she liked it, her mouth tasted like sugarfree chewing gum and he liked it. She kissed his temple then his elbow while searching for a never kissed part of his body. He smiled...His silence had always said more than his words had done...
Then the ocean between them became calmer. While she was drinking her dark tea he played one of her favorite songs...



Today's Music: Algerian Rhythms

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVEkJbF4258

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUzs4VvoY6Q&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3i4nqrEsNc&feature=related

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/100911/lila/Faudel-Lila

"I am not (t)here"

I saw the documentary-musical-movie "I am not there" last night in theatre...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ha1eqHDu_w&NR=1

My Witty Five

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh5-kYP45pg



I dont know if everybody has a lucky/favorite number. Mine is 5...Dont know why, it has been my sweet number since my childhood. Is it something instinctive for one to feel close towards a particular number or color? Purple attracts me more than other colors. Then is it silly trying to find familiarity between "5" & "purple" for my case:)
Would not that be interesting to watch Dave Brubeck playing "take five" five times, wearing a purple suit, haha:) I think when we start playing with numbers the outcome is quite humorous...


I better read the book " Mystery of numbers" by Annemarie Schimmel. There are two reviews of the book down here:


http://dannyreviews.com/h/The_Mystery_of_Numbers.html


http://www.maa.org/reviews/mystery.html

Do not curse me if you decide the read the book and get lost inside the labyrinth of numbers:)

Duality

Japanese (Keiichi Suzuki - Festivo):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fsDL24o8uM


Turkish (Omar Faruq Tekbilek - Darbuka):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZKnn7C165g&feature=related


What do you think? :)

Sour Times

Carving a tiny seat in a forgotten corner of the wooden world keeping in mind that wood can breath...placing yourself on the seat in this never-to-be-seen-by-others hollow after hanging your dreams on its wooden walls gently...Keeping the eye-like exit open to continue sharing your secret presence with the light beams...Drinking your silence to be able to sing powerfully when you decide to come out...Trying to stay in peace with the sour times...


http://radioblogclub.com/open/145620/portishead/Portishead_-_Sour_Times

http://radioblogclub.com/open/100889/humming/10_-_Humming_-_Portishead

My song, your song, their songs...

"Life is a song that we compose till the moment we die. Imagine that God will listen to the songs of everyone, some will make him smile while others will cause him to pout" she said after taking one more puff. She did not know if she loved or hated those ultra-light cigarettes...She was rubbing one foot on another, her feet were always cold...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9KSJI-mIFQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4kcUphcTz4&feature=related

Anxiety in search of an antidote

Voice 1: You got only one ladder, keep on moving! Even if you are heading to the ground don’t hesitate to step. The moment you stop it will start shaking, you will start shaking.

Voice 2: Everything around me says “watch your step”, and so do my experiences.

Voice 1: Experience showered by a hell of regrets will not save you neither from height nor from your fear of height. Drop your extra weights!

Voice ½: If only I could know what is extra…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKRY27Bv82s

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCKzdFh_CQA&feature=related

Awakening the senses while counting down...

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/15372/john_lee/Annie_Mae-John_Lee_Hooker

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/81119/jimi_hendrix_red_house/Jimi_Hendrix_-_Red_house

When the morning breathes us in...

An imaginary picture in the air
Vague yet so light, so calming
Our balcony at dawn
Neither hot nor chilling
You and I, sitting and eating
Olives blended with thyme
Fresh bread you got from the baker
Who wakes up at 3am everyday
To bake his breads with love
To send them early to people in love
And yes tea! That turns from yellow to red
Then to deep red, yet never reaches black
Can one smell things in a picture?
I can smell baby cologne in this balcony
Mixing with modest breakfast smell

Then my eyes
Catching your newly shaven head
And the peace
That after so many years
Finally settled on your face
Then your hands
Pulling up your heavy chair
To place it closer to mine

I was shown
The imaginary picture in the air
Vague yet so soft, so calming


http://youtube.com/watch?v=W5ZSQJfP5fE

Best friends talkin

L - " Maybe you need a vacation"
P - " I just had a long one"
L- " Then You need a blonde"
P - " Ah how blind we are. Penetrating the body has no value without penetrating the mind and the soul"
L - " (Nervous smile) What P? You have decided to change your career in marketing and become a preacher?"

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Do5vj3D-OD4

http://youtube.com/watch?v=LOji576WcEk

no subject

Miles and miles...Perfect time to put the dusty shawl on the hanger, have one more coffee altough they say "You must not at this time of the evening especially if you skipped dinner (as usual)"...Of course before all of these I must get that vanilla & orchid room fragrance to be able to flow in a certain realm that sometimes chokes sometimes raise me up...



http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/128196/miles_davis/Miles_Davis_-_John_Coltrane_in_Stockholm_-_All_Blues

Bite

Pufffff! She blowed her visitors' delicious curiosity upon her glass globe with a grin on her face.

How safe she was under that costume made of worn-out human skin. How comforting her age was... The eyes of the child sitting at the frontiest of the group were as big as robust walnuts.

"I will start with you young man!" She, failing to hide her jealousy of a green-apple-like-long-life, pointed at the child with her long and dirty nail...



Music - "Purple and Beyond":

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gunZOLOcvsw&feature=related

http://youtube.com/watch?v=YEp5zudZ_og&feature=related

http://youtube.com/watch?v=l3lxXuIDyGg&feature=related

http://youtube.com/watch?v=3WvwLXLTYBM&feature=related

http://youtube.com/watch?v=kL3nPadbc1U

My Aphrodisiac

Two white daffodils were standing still between two doors, watching SomeOne's personal history.

One, leaning its head over the other’s chest, asked:
“ Are these summer and winter, or birth and death that we are stuck between?”

“ What about day and night?” The chest completed the question with his deep breath.
“Is it ‘time’ breezing cruelly between the doors? Doors can never embrace each other like we do. Is it this distance making the breeze that sharp?” The head continued.

"Probably Plato and Kant asked this to themselves so many times..." The chest exhaled.

"Sshhh! Quite! SomeOne has noticed us!" Her eyelashes started to move faster.

"Don't panic, SomeOne must be thinking about the knife shedding red tears now. The red pearls are all over SomeOne's mind, don't you see?" The chest calmed the head.

Then the white daffodils' lips suddenly turned purple, a juicy reddish purple. He smoothly picked some of the pearls from SomeOne's mind, made a string of them and put it around her neck.

Not after too long, a picture of the two-white-daffodils-with-purple-lips-standing-still-between-two-doors was taken and placed by SomeOne in SomeOne's personal history album, In June section...A juicy reddish June on the white sheets of the album...


http://youtube.com/watch?v=c3Qe1MhntUo

http://youtube.com/watch?v=0woS0_U4yg0&feature=related

Distracting Beans

- I was hoping to be at a coffee plantation in the Orosi Valley by now. I would not mind taking a van, full of sweaty workers with sun-parched faces, from the city a few times a week to familiarize my camera with the breathtaking landscapes.

- You know what? I started to believe that places we are located in have also share in deciding whether we will stay there more or leave! Some people can not be digested by some places (countries, cities…) and get thrown up fast. And some like you become an integral part of where they currently live or end up living, can't easily leave even if they want to.

- You have a point there yet this view would just serve covering my passivism the most visible symptom of which is the inability to decide.

- Don't mix up the two: Passivism & Acceptance!

- (Shrug) …Did you know that coffee tree, once planted, takes about five years to mature to first crop and even then a single tree will only make enough for about two pounds (1 kilogram) of coffee. Those two pounds equal about 2,000 beans…

- Why do you actually need to be there? There are lots of pictures of Costa Rica on the net. Why do you jail your dreams between some parallels and meridians?

- Maybe I need to get distracted sometimes by things/places/people that are far away…



http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/50234/coffee/_Lightnin__Hopkins_-_Coffee_House_Blues

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/15372/in_the_mood_for_love/In_the_mood_for_love

buble gum, whistling, winking, hopping, candy apple:)

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/150334/air/Air_-_Playground_Love

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/71693/fairground_/Fairground_attraction_-_Perfect

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/120271/gogol_bordello/Gogol_Bordello_-_Start_Wearing_Purple

(PS. there are 8 songs of Gogol Bordello one after another, enjoy! )

Ibrahim Ferrer: Buena Vista!

Info:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ibrahim_Ferrer

http://www.afrocubaweb.com/ibrahimferrer.html


Music:

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/33171/dos_gardenias/buena_vista_social_club_dos_gardenias

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/33171/chan_chan/buena_vista_social_club_chan_chan

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/90732/ojos_verdes/Buena_Vista_Social_Club_-_Ibrahim_Ferrer_-_Aquellos_Ojos_Verdes

Japanese Cherry

Me stays with me
Every time other passengers stand up and disappear
Leaving their shadows on the opposite seat…

Me reads to me
Every time my eyes give up torching
Throughout the corridors of countless pages
As if wading to deep cellars allurement of which
Is the promised unconsciousness,
Another form of sobriety.

Me colors me
Every time light beams within fail
finding a glossy finish outside
to reflect on freely.
Stitches purple dresses for me
Every time It feels cold
While touching the bloodless shadows.

Me speaks to me
Every time I miss badly
The fruitful conversations I had in the past
With those generous people
Who are now possibly under the risk of extinction.

Me invites me
For velvet evenings
Every time I get forgotten by those
From whom I least expect it .
Then hands me Japanese cherries
Playing a song from Lady Billie
Tenderly…



(photo by: Andrew Gray)


http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/90732/wish_you_love/Rachael_Yamagata_-_I_Wish_You_Love


http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/90732/billie_holiday/Billie_Holiday-Tenderly

Mirage Talks - I

Able to release the angel laughter from the invisible ark lost in the deaf Earth?
Able to catch the feather of Pegasus before falling to the hungry Earth?
Able to tie colorful strings around the fingers of the most precious dreams? Able to save them from drowning in the seas of the forgetful Earth?
Able to sow words and reap the meaning on the lands of the illiterate Earth?
Able to blow yourself out onto the galleys of the stagnant Earth?
When a fat , black cloud sits heavily in your chest?


http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/150334/bjork/Bjork_-_Venus_As_A_Boy

Redemption

A friend of mine suggested once that it would be better if I stopped running after things (in this case a better job if not my dream job) that I desire to get. “Stop chasing your fate, then things will find you and come to you easily”. I can’t help imagining now silver platters in the air for everybody, flying smoothly each routed to different destinations. I think fate is way intelligent that there would be no need for traffic lights to avoid crashes.

The times when Fate and I agree on making peace (actually he is always cool and peaceful, I am the spoilsport and bitchy one) I promise him to be more patient, more mature. He gives me the feeling of contentment in return. I can’t help questioning now if autopilot can be used as a metaphor while talking about him...

Bob Marley is alleviating my worries today:

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/16298/redemption_song/Bob_Marley_-_Redemption_Song

...

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/5384/cat_power_werewolf/Cat_Power_-_Werewolf

What else is there?

Baffled! Stopped!...

But still, I have to eat, sleep and talk to others...And be one of the registered witnesses to life...


http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/86028/royksopp/Royksopp_-_What_Else_Is_There

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/130940/royksopp/Jay-royksopp-triumphant

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/63323/beautiful_day_without_you/06_Beautiful_Day_Without_You

hummmmmmm....

Humor and Music have found out that they were siblings.
Watching Humor’s face, Music recalled her orchestra.
His 32-smile was as shiny as her 35 white keys; and his constantly moving eye brows were as agile as her bows. Moreover
the dance of his wrinkles had the same rhythm as
that of her strings. ..
Now they are assured that they were born by the same creator whose witty song is the universe.

Punctuation for the Self

Cesaria Evora: Amazing Singer!

Learn more:

http://www.cesaria-evora.com/

Listen:

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/55246/cesaria_evora/Cesaria_Evora__amp__Compay_Segundo_-_Lagrimas_Negras

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/55246/cesaria_evora/Cesaria_Evora_-_Sodade

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/104416/cesaria_evora/Cesaria_Evora_-_Amor_Di_Mundo

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/60060/cesaria_evora/08_Cesaria_Evora_-_Carnaval_De_Sao_Vicente

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/96137/cesaria_evora/Cesaria_Evora_-_Petit_Pays

The Delight of Oriental Jazz - Anouar Brahem

Look what I've got in my fishnet today! Enjoy!

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/144833/anouar_brahem/041-_Anouar_Brahem_Trio_-_Astrakan_cafe

"...When questioned as to his inspiration, Brahem refers to " the tree which, while rising above the ground and taking up more space, continues to develop and dig its roots deeper into the ground ", an image which quite obviously has references to Tunis, his native city, a multi-faceted city, rooted in its Arab-Moslem culture and nourished on its African and Mediterranean influences, a solar universe as it were, its traces always present in the artist’s work. In fact, he believes that a tradition which is unable to change and adapt is doomed to die. This is why he unhesitantly takes up challenges and opens his music to new forms of expression. "It would seem," wrote Wolfgang Sandner in the "Frankfurter Allegemeine Magazine", "that the man from Tunisia has gone much further than many jazz musicians busily seeking out new music".
The British daily "The Guardian" declared that "Khomsa is one of the great records of the year. Brahem is at the forefront of jazz because he is far beyond it"...

http://www.anouarbrahem.com/

Please also visit:

http://www.jazzitude.com/oud_reviews.htm

The Sunset at 5pm and Discovering Ali Farka Touré

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/13644/ali_farka_toure/ali_farka_toure-allah_uya

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/55246/ali_farka_toure/ali_farka_toure_-_10

I have no words! Just listen and see how good this music made me feel...

Phoenix*

I have been thinking about this mythological bird and realized that we human beings have so much in common with Phoenix. We die in flames and reborn from our ashes constantly in daily life. By the way I Somehow find similarity between the legend of Sisyphus and Phoenix’s. Pushing the rock hard and then running after it to be able to push again…Burning out along with what life pours on us to be able to sprout again… This repetitive circle seems like a curse but actually how you read it all depends on your point of view of life. Burning is good as long as my nest turns into a cradle for new me every time I die.

*In Persian Mythology it is Simurgh.

Talk is Cheap

I feel like vomiting when I enter any supermarket or mall these days. The red chokes me! (not because I don’t have a “valentine’’)

I wonder how many people there are who would get those stupid-heart-shaped-red pillows with a big font “I LOVE YOU” written on it. For sure it will be a real celebration day for pillow, chocolate and rose dealers compared to many couples who will get disappointed upon receiving gifts far from meeting their expectations.

Actually it would be fun if couples forbidded themselves from saying “ I Love You” to their partners especially on 14-Feb. As a friend of mine always says: Talk is cheap. “I love you” is one of the most fade-out, worn-out phrases these days.

The red chokes me!

Raoul Vaneigem Quotes

* "In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create."

* "In the kingdom of consumption the citizen is king. A democratic monarchy: equality before consumption, fraternity in consumption, and freedom through consumption."

* "Never before has a civilization reached such a degree of a contempt for life; never before has a generation, drowned in mortification, felt such a rage to live."

* "To be rich nowadays merely means to possess a large number of poor objects."

* "Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume: the hellish cycle is complete."

* "...people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work ..."

* "Down with a world in which the guarantee that we will not die of starvation has been purchased with the guarantee that we will die of boredom."


(Note: The Painting "Green Eve", by Ivan Eyre)

Order - Disorder

…

- You are a mature person who is aware of her responsibilities, you should do this and that while you should not do this and that!

- What if I f’n don’t want?!

- You either accept or leave!

- I hate two-option cases, I hate “either-or” s and “neither-nor”s as well…

- Why do you enjoy complicating your life this much?

- Why do you enjoy trying to simplify our lives with dictation this much?

- You are bounding yourself to the path of losers!

- I am gonna make paper planes with my silent disobedience and launch them into the eyes of the system!

- Come on! These are like catchwords of an 18-year-old defiant. Passive aggression only wears you out.

- You, born-to-be-a-manager people tend to call “unidentified” reactions as personality disorder, don’t you?

- Yes, maybe this way it is easier to avoid people like you undermining the order.

- Yeah, I forgot that you had assigned yourself as hellhounds for the world called “business”. Then I better leave!..

- Then you better leave.

My yearglass has been turned upside down...

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/99883/fight_club/Movies_-_Fight_Club_-_Where_Is_My_Mind

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/88701/corinne_bailey/corinne_bailey_rae_-_Trouble_Sleeping

Swinging between Narcissism and Self-Hatred

...

- There is no question that i can not answer!...

- I wonder if there is anything in the world easier than talking big? :)

-Yes there is! It is easier to place yourself in the middle, forbidding yourself of all "yes"s and all "no"s, "right"s and "wrong"s …it is easier to blur the reality…less responsibility… a conscious ignorance that people choose…no right-no left, no soldier steps…it is easier to blow question marks into your bubble ring and to enjoy watching as they fly in the air randomly…Bohemian people are like sand in a desert these days and they don’t mind if the bubbles never die.

- You mean generalizing something, denying plenty of other possibilities is harder to do?! Denying life's surprises and our failures? We are like bugs inside an upside-down glass before the Supreme Knowledge and accepting this makes us superior creatures. Probably Hitler used to say the same: "I know all the answers"!

- You are sailing the waters of demagogy!

- If so, we are in the same boat:)



(P.S. recalling Bohm Dialogue now: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohm_Dialogue )

Is black a color?

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/147129/amy_winehouse/Amy_Winehouse_-_Back_To_Black

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/147129/amy_winehouse/Amy_Winehouse_-_You_Know_I_m_No_Good

Superposition*

…a quarter jar of mum-made cherry jam which is left in the fridge if the bitter green olives not counted – Macy Gray’s sorrowful screams accompanied with gleeful melodies: “I try to say good bye and I choke/ I try to walk away and I stumble…” – 2kgs that I lost in 3 days – the ironic view of the heaven of plate antennas located on the top of damp looking holes occupied by bachelor workers in Bneid Al Gar district – Quantum Physics & Schrodinger’s Cat *– the sad smile on my face while working on (upon my manager’s instructions) the new projects coming up in the Gulf Region which might make the rich richer and the poor poorer – some useless info that i got from McCormick Spice Encyclopedia about thymus vulgaris (thyme) which did not give me any clue to figure out if it is a good fuel for our imaginations – the news on Palestinian refugees & one Arab leader saying to Bush:"We are not going to sink a lot of money into West Bank and Gaza projects that will just be blown up by the Israelis in a few months when things go wrong again” – the girl in my office who started to visit my cabin 10 times a day just to be able to see the new guy sitting behind me, and me thinking: hope is good for health - the epiphanic moments experienced that can not be explained to anyone...


Notes:

* http://www.amherst.edu/~jrfriedman/NYTimes/071100sci-quantum-mechanics.html

** The Painting: "In the Place of Embrace" by Alfrade Castaneda

Today's music:

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/96401/freak_like_me/Macy_Gray_-_Freak_Like_Me

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/121465/i_try_macy/Macy_Gray_-_I_Try

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/96401/macy_gray_oblivion/Macy_Gray_-_Oblivion

Viva La Frida!

Insomnia has been knocking my door lately. if I don’t take him in I know he will go and disturb others…Then lets be altruistic in an absurd way and welcome the prankish Mr. Insomnia for some time.

He enjoys our "ideas association game" the most. We invite famous people from the history to make the game more colorful, they don’t mind being recalled anytime at night since all of them are already out of the time/space continuum. Last night Frida Kahlo honored us when we were in the middle of a discussion about "disturbing art". She was wearing a Mexican style dress, white and red. Her shoulders were covered with a tasseled shawl as if she knew it was still winter in Kuwait.

My first question was about her baby: Did she finally have it somewhere out of this world? She kept quite. When I asked about her painting methods, she said only: "I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind." And was her husband an asshole? She smiled.

I and Mr. Insomnia offered her a mixture of ginger and regular black tea. As I drank my second cup of tea, saw the grin on Insomnia's face put by the idea of enjoying my company for some more time…



http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/119202/alanis_morisette_lets_do_it/Alanis_Morisette_-_lets_do_it__lets_fall_in_love_

The Dark Corridor Between Wednesday and Thursday

Date: 17-Jan-08, Thursday
Time: Night, close to Dawn
Experience: People call it dream
Theme: One day before the last day
Associated Song: The Carnival is Over by Dead Can Dance*


Such a fuss! Somehow everybody knows that this life will end tomorrow without hearing the Soor** of Angel Israfel. The reactions are so different from each other. I and the group surrounding me are really upset, crying sometimes, lost in emotions yet I am constantly moving from here to there and analyzing others :
There is a girl, still hopeful to find a boyfriend,
Another is amazed with her new jewels,
Two woman are selling some clothes in their booth on a street,
One guy is trying to get his broken porcelain souvenir fixed by another street seller,

I am asking these people shocked seeing them so indifferent to the biggest news ever:

How can you continue living normally as if nothing will gonna happen tomorrow, how can you do business, how can you still have hope for “ here” ?

They are saying: What else can we do, best is to do what we know how to do and to be how we used to be…

Me, going back to the people to whom i feel relatively closer.
Removing my clothes to witness the funeral for some feelings like shyness (not feeling anything different because of being naked), like sense of flesh (no man is looking at me, they are indifferent ). As the weather is getting darker and darker I am starting to feel lighter and lighter, detaching myself from the world along with my clothes…




*Here it is:

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/84226/carnival_is_over/Dead_Can_Dance__-_The_Carnival_Is_Over


**Bugle

Body-Mind Interface: The Rainbow

As soon as he read detailed information on chakras on our bodies, which he had been delaying since long back, he decided to take care of his 7 chakras so that he would have more control on his emotions, sexual desires, skills, health and happiness in general, and he would feel his aura more strongly. Lately he heard much about the "energy theories" according to which everything in the universe is made of energy, so are we. For many the source of this energy which is in constant flux is God, the creator. If he concentrated on his own and others' energy waves he could avoid everything negative and attract everything positive, he could even spiritually upgrade himself!

First he would start with the fun part: sticking to certain colors, stones and scents for each chakra

Remembering to

1- Not tell anyone about your new interest, they would think you are weird/cracked/girlish/childish/quite free to spend time for this "newage import"

2- Make sure you have these colors in your closet: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple (he could not imagine himself wearing a red shirt in his office, what about a yellow tie or purple socks:)

3- Go to a gem store and purchase these stones for each chakra: carnelian, quartz, yellow citrine, malahit, turquoise, amethyst and opal. But it would be difficult to wear 7 rings with stones at a time, so better to wear a different one everyday...Or a necklace having all of them on it (this would be quite heavy for a man! )

4- Pick 7 scentes! (last but not least): Patchouli, sandalwood/jasmine, bergamot, melissa, daisy, frankincense/violet and lavender/rose...Try to smell them often according to each chakra's needs...

After all those thoughts he could not get rid of the question mark in his mind, does he really need this information and guidelines, he could simply stick to his intuition and to what he likes...Anyways what would he lose if he added some different spices to his ashura?*

* Making an analogy between ashura soup and his life. Remember the day Nuh (Noah) left the Ark and Musa (Moses) escaped from the Egyptians. Ashura is the soup made with plenty of ingredients (some says 12 but maybe more, you can always improve the recipe) to celebrate the rescue.

Today's Quote: "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."-Carl Jung

Today's music:

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/104135/be_seeing_you/IGGY_POP_and_FRANCOISE_HARDY_-_ILL_BE_SEEING_YOU

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/104135/dead_and_lovely/Tom_Waits_-_Dead_and_Lovely

A student of The Mosaic School- as long as i breathe...

Living, being "here" is an endless learning process...

I had Toefl this morning which was fun. I learned so many new stuff especially in reading and listening sections. One of them was about Regina Carter. She combines exciting technical proficiency and improvisation with an aggressive approach to her instrument, adding multicultural influence. Her playing is melodic, yet percussive. An inventive synthesis of jazz and contemporary classical music! The outcome is great. I have always believed in the magic of synthesis.

On the picture she is with "The Cannon," the 18th-century violin once owned by Italian composer Niccolo Paganini.

Lets listen to her now:

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/125951/regina_carter/Regina_Carter_-_Pavane

The Orange Nightmare: Guantanamo - 6 years!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4603346.stm

http://www.amnesty.org/en/news-and-updates/feature-stories/six-years-of-illegal-us-detentions-20080111