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What I Have Learned So Far- Mary Oliver

// April 14th, 2009 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of — indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.

Mary Oliver
New and Selected Poems Volume Two, (thanks Rudi)

The Victorian Bushfires

// February 10th, 2009 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry, World Issues

A Thought for 2009

// January 1st, 2009 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry

Barack seeks the Stillness

// October 13th, 2008 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry, World Issues

(Obama minutes before the first Presidential debate)

Reckoner by Radiohead

// June 27th, 2008 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry

Reckoner

You can’t take it with you
Dancing for your pleasure

You are not to blame for
Bittersweet distractor
Dare not speak its name
Dedicated to all you
all human beings

Because we separate like
ripples on a blank shore
(in rainbows)
Because we separate like
ripples on a blank shore
(in rainbows)

Reckoner

Take me with you
Dedicated to all you
all human beings

- Reckoner, by Radiohead, written by Thom Yorke.

This coming Tuesday- Radiohead, Gara and Brodie. It’s like going home.

The Layers by Stanley Kunitz

// June 18th, 2008 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry

“I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings.

Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered!

How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses?

In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face.

Yet I turn, I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me.

In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me:

“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”

Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written.

I am not done with my changes.”

- The Layers- by the late, American Poet Laureate, Stanley Kunitz

Compiling Poets Forever Young

// April 14th, 2008 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry

How many golden roads end at The Samarkand,
When midnight chokes the disquieted soul
And history finds another fall from grace?

Those who with songs beguile the pilgrimage.
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die
For lust of knowing what should not be known.
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why,
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.

The thief speaks now to many here
But none level on this line
We, bare-foot servant-princes feel
The cold distance they will find

James Elroy Flecker, (November 5, 1884- January 3, 1915)
Jimi Hendrix, (November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970)

Sold in Salvador

// February 29th, 2008 // 1 Comment » // Art, Music & Poetry

At first she’s a prom girl, but then slurred speech and a vacant look that reads only money, speak of something else entirely. Shake and sigh and So Wrong- in this oldest city- and seem to pray that maybe she gets it together enough that baby daughter wont realise until she can… Handle it? Run her own game? Get the hell out of here? And to where? This is The Where.

You have to pay me.

I don’t think anyone cries for them. Desired and reviled for the same thing by the same people. Such a shame at such a price. Lie down with heady everything and stand with condemnation- they are nothing- and you are still clean.. if you forget.

You have to pay me.

And so what? Run drugs or scam gringoes or make something beautiful that no-one ever sees and it’s tomorrow again and you’re still hungry, and so the fuck what? Stop the screams and the pain and maybe it’s a forgotten day or two ahead or maybe just the streets again.

We all sell. But people cry for your pain.

Opening to "Om"

// October 23rd, 2007 // No Comments » // Art, Music & Poetry

Wanderer, Worshipper, Lover of Leaving

// October 17th, 2007 // 1 Comment » // Art, Music & Poetry

“The Sufi poet and mystic, Jelaluddin Rumi, was born in Afghanistan 800 years ago and UNESCO has designated 2007 the ‘Year of Rumi‘. His poetry is astonishing in its beauty, wisdom, and spiritual depth, and we hear from the pre-eminent translator and promoter of Rumi in the West, Coleman Barks. Included in the program are musical excerpts from ‘The Rumi Concert’ held in Melbourne in August 2007, and we hear from one of the world’s great scholars of Rumi, Dr Zeki Saritoprak.”

TheSpiritofThings on ABC Radio National
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I cannot recommend this highly enough. If you are familiar with Rumi, it is a pure delight. If you are not, it is as if to catch a glimpse of one’s beloved for the first moment- or rather 54 remarkable minutes. N.B. The podcast will only be accessible for a limited time, after which only a transcription will be available.

All that is left
to us by tradition
is mere words.

It is up to us
to find out what they mean.

ibn al-`Arabi ( أبن عربي), Tarjuman al-Ashwaq

Previously, I’ve posted Rumi’s poem “Quietness”, his “lecture” on “The Dream That Must Be Interpreted”, another poem “All The Hemispheres” and an interview with Coleman Barks.