End-of-week treats #5
Ostriches, moons, dreams, and the Earth on a bike
Two ostriches in the early morning dust.
A rehearsal (a flutter, a boom, a knuckle?) of dancers.
A string, of blistered photographs.
No woman no cry, in harmonics*.
The hypest, happiest, we are familyest hollaback girlie tunnel of love-y colleague-love-in-y ey ey eyie the ENERGY.
A la claire fontaine**.
Some faded painted works on wood.
Some hand-thrown moons.
The forĂȘt returns***.
The 7,000-year-old Johmon sugi, the 2,000-year-old yew, the juvenile giant redwood that lives near my house, the twisted beech that lives near my parents.
An A-line coat.
Chagall, alive.
Notes
*I think Iâve listened to Sheku Kanneh-Mason playing this song a million times this week, and each time, the 5 sparse notes he plays between the first two lines of the chorus catch in my throat like a loss I canât get over.
**Just play the video to listen â itâs the full movie soundtrack (I think). The song at the beginning is my favourite childrenâs song. Il y a longtemps que je tâaime, jamais je ne tâoublierai
***Bells, bells, bells and more bells.
****Itâs half-term and my kid, who started secondary (high) school in September, has a still life photography project to complete. This is what sheâs come up with.
World of echo
The Arthur Russell I love best: Soon to Be Innocent Fun/Letâs See
Kronos Quartet, Bells
Cat Power, Sea of Love
Haley Bonar, Eat for Free
Robert Glasper, Smells Like Teen Spirit
Derrick Hodge, Message of Hope
Jaco Pistorius, Portrait of Tracy