23rd & 24th September, 2010
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Boots & Rod. Photographed
by Edward, May 2010. ©2010 By Stanyan Music Group. All Rights Reserved
A Thought for Today
Prayer works.
FROM the¨BOOKS
MIDNIGHT SAVIOR
Have you come
to save me ?
Very
well.
I’m teetering
between the earth
and hell.
I’ll gladly take salvation
over pot and pills
and cheap red wine.
I’m grateful for your arms
but open up a little more
so that I need not love you
out of gratitude
but only for yourself.
Let me lie against your belly
inhaling all the night air
you let out.
Let me reach inside you
slow and easy, deliberate
so that your anatomy
will be my primer,
your sighs now heavy
my own northwest wind.
Let me probe
a secret place
no one else
has so far touched.
Allow me this small favor
to pull you to me from the inside,
to live inside you half of every night.
The star-filled half.
Don’t be discouraged
if I fumble or become inept.
I’ll try again,
now slower still.
Then moving to your face
your eyes will dazzle me
as our mouths match,
the insides probing
one another’s insides.
Slide next to me. See,
no position is uncomfortable
or wrong.
Such space there is between your back
and each new morning.
Such emptiness
my body and the sunlight
cannot fill.
I’ll try, I will.
Remember that you caught me
on the heels of what I thought
was love. - from "The Sea Around Me, " 1976, 1977
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Thursday 23 September
Autumn Equinox
Jason Alexander o
Colin Blakely o
Agustus Caesar o
Nick Cave o
Ray Charles o
John Coltrane o
Erik Estrada o
Matt Hardy o
Julio Iglesias o
Ben E. King o
Walter Lippman o
William H. McGuffery o
Louise Nevelson o
Jarmina Novotna o
Kip Pardue o
Paul Petersen o
Walter Pidgeon o
Mary Kay Place o
Mickey Rooney o
Elliot Roosevelt o
Romy Schneider o
Bruce Springsteen o
Pat Suzuki
Friday
24 September
Pedro Almondovar o
Konstantin Chernenko o F.
Scott Fitzgerald o
Mean Joe Green o
Phil Hartman o
Jim Henson o A.
P. Herbert o
Herb Jefferies o
Francis Scott Key o
Sheila MacRae o
Gerry Marsden (Gerry & The Pacemakers) o
Justice John Marshall o
Linda McCartney o
Jim McKay o
Terry Metcalf o
Anthony Newley o
Andrzej Panufnik o
Chen Sam o
Kevin Sorbo o
Fisher Tull o
Nia Vardalos o
Horace Walpole o
John Young |
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Talent without perseverance is a long way from anywhere.
Being without love
too long makes us ready as the rose . . . to be caressed and then be ruined by the rain.
To deny the freedom of the will is to make morality
impossible.
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PLAN FOUR |
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It rained today. All day.
Everything was the sound of rain. Children laughing in the streets, police whistles, cars
splashing mud at one another - even the music on the radio sounded like the rain.
Tonight the storm’s fatigued enough to stop. Or it’s resting only long enough to
catch a second breath. Earlier I walked down past the railway station. Sometimes on rainy
nights I forgot I’m in a foreign country.
It’s about twelve thirty now, nearly everybody’s gone to bed. The rain’s a
barrier. A good excuse for going out, a better one for staying home.
How odd it is that we need make excuses to ourselves for odd behavior, like staying home
and in one room. Or walking straight ahead into the storm’s most inner eye.
Often I think rooms are the only safe places left. Garret rooms, changing rooms and
bedrooms as opposed to ballrooms and waiting rooms and auditoriums. Rooms to climb into,
change in and finally rooms where sleep comes easy. A room within a room would be the
safest place of all. An interior hiding place where only those with proper maps and charts
could find you.
Loving sunshine, I have lately been as satisfied beneath skylights as I have beneath
stars. Only the rain worries me. I worry that it won’t come. I worry that it will.
I am not a rainmaker. For shaping rain or making it, I have no plan. But I promise you
that silent rooms are much preferred to those that jog and jostle you to boredom and to
death.- from
"Celebrations of the Heart," 1973 |
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