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!