Never mind its cost,
When the dress is bought
Like its train,
Long and soft ripple of choral cloth,
I will glide
into a future of
Like a charm,
I go from summer
.....here's a very short snippet of a song I'm working on....home recording!
In French the word for amateur means lover.
And although I was paid to sing last night, I would have done so regardless;
what price can be put on the soul's need to soar?
Today, to familiarise myself with Tommaso Spazzini's art project, which I'll be assisting, I chose random words from a page of James Joyce's 'Ulysses'.
'Words to be chosen from top to bottom and left to right:
I leaned back and cried into the dirty, pink water,
when I could,
To accommodate a framed, sane society.
I slept, ate, swam, taught children,
And sang among tears
That were contextualised
when the medicine woman stood.
But magic only happened between cups and shamanic songs,
Barriers fell and all was love;
Day-to-day life was walled,
I felt alone
And when tribe had had enough witnessing
To this silent grief,
I was pushed,
Squawking, like a new-born bird,
Tumbling with a thud.
"How beautiful it is to suffer for a plant, the soul groans into the heart forever, be quiet because everything is useless, man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides, shapes, masked in the shadow of leaves, the wonders of life concealed in the page of a random book, the mind looking into the heart and stretching out, revenge drinking gore and virtue, a palimpsest of hidden words and meanings, the physical presence of a book, a new path, a new world of art with music, 'The Dubliners' realised by each man on the street, re-formed by a spontaneous draw of the eye, on the page, which page, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood."
**New project to come, assisting the work of artist Tommaso Spazzini Villa
Watch his 'Ted Talk' here: HTTPS://WWW.YOUTUBE.COM/WATCH?V=YIDHQFIL4XQ&T=650S&FRAGS=PL%2CWN
Each day I'll share a bit about the processes inherent in my daily striving to live creatively and feed myself! You would think that a knife and fork would be all that's needed, and a steady hand maybe, but life isn't so simple! I'm hoping that soon enough living creatively will be all I need to feed myself. I'm hoping that creating and then sharing what I do will be plenty, to eventually realise this. No more hiding under a blanket. Meow for now!