Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Tuesday, 21 November 2017
Sunday, 19 November 2017
Wednesday, 21 October 2015
Saturday, 28 March 2015
Desert Island Discs
The Hall Forum has asked for us to do our list of 8, plus a book and luxury.
1. Falile se castilanke - Living with my family and grandparents, in Ovington Square, 1969-1971
2. Glenn Campbell - By the time I get to Phoenix - Living with my family in Tachbrook Street, 1970's
3. The Corries - O Flower of Scotland - Driving North to Scotland for summer holidays with my family, 1970's
4. Durufle's Requiem - Pie Jesu - Living in Durham, 1983
5. Britten and Pears - O Rose, thou art sick - Living in Edinburgh, 1987
7. Klangkarussell - Sonnentanz - Living in Oxfordshire, 2014
8. Eric Satie - Gnossiennes - Living in Oxfordshire, 2014
9. Cairokee - Ya Al Midan - Living in Oxfordshire, 2014
10. The Shipping Forecast - hugely emotional music from my teens onwards, particularly since it is played last thing at night on Radio 4, it reminds me of the home ed years of upside down days and nights, also of people at sea, I so feel for their suffering. It comes on before the actual forecast so you can go down below and get ready to write down all the details. My father is a skipper and navigator. I used to watch him practice at home, he'd explain exactly what it all meant, a born teacher.
Book - A copy of my blog so I could look at the photos of my family and read about the situations we got into. A never ending series of little Arabic readers created by friends with photos and sentences I can understand. It would be a one way communication from the other world, so I keep on learning. My favourite book of black and white photos of artists in their studios because I love people's faces and the personal chaos of a work space.
Luxury - A dark red or deep dark blue velvet ball dress. The Rothko room. Grounded helicopter to use as an armchair with a view out to sea, I could press the buttons and switches for fun.
Looking at this list: where are the many psalms, responses and anthems I used to sing in my church choir days? Or music from the wedding?
Even more to the point, what about a book of poetry? I am reading new poetry and stories, so don't want to go backwards. That's it.
1. Falile se castilanke - Living with my family and grandparents, in Ovington Square, 1969-1971
2. Glenn Campbell - By the time I get to Phoenix - Living with my family in Tachbrook Street, 1970's
3. The Corries - O Flower of Scotland - Driving North to Scotland for summer holidays with my family, 1970's
4. Durufle's Requiem - Pie Jesu - Living in Durham, 1983
5. Britten and Pears - O Rose, thou art sick - Living in Edinburgh, 1987
7. Klangkarussell - Sonnentanz - Living in Oxfordshire, 2014
8. Eric Satie - Gnossiennes - Living in Oxfordshire, 2014
9. Cairokee - Ya Al Midan - Living in Oxfordshire, 2014
10. The Shipping Forecast - hugely emotional music from my teens onwards, particularly since it is played last thing at night on Radio 4, it reminds me of the home ed years of upside down days and nights, also of people at sea, I so feel for their suffering. It comes on before the actual forecast so you can go down below and get ready to write down all the details. My father is a skipper and navigator. I used to watch him practice at home, he'd explain exactly what it all meant, a born teacher.
Book - A copy of my blog so I could look at the photos of my family and read about the situations we got into. A never ending series of little Arabic readers created by friends with photos and sentences I can understand. It would be a one way communication from the other world, so I keep on learning. My favourite book of black and white photos of artists in their studios because I love people's faces and the personal chaos of a work space.
Luxury - A dark red or deep dark blue velvet ball dress. The Rothko room. Grounded helicopter to use as an armchair with a view out to sea, I could press the buttons and switches for fun.
Looking at this list: where are the many psalms, responses and anthems I used to sing in my church choir days? Or music from the wedding?
Even more to the point, what about a book of poetry? I am reading new poetry and stories, so don't want to go backwards. That's it.
Thursday, 15 January 2015
The News Agents - Top of the Mountain interview - Published
The News Agents
Listen to Saturday afternoon's 1 hour radio show on Resonance fm presented by Jude Montague and others: http://www.mixcloud.com/Resonance/143000-the-news-agents-320kbps/
Interview on top of a mountain in America
El Habib Louai being interviewed in a high place, see the photographs in this post which has the links to the 3 parts of the interview about his life and poetry.
Published
First, in iamnotasilentpoet, edited by Reuben Woolley, 2 poems.
And now in The Stare's Nest, edited by Judi Sutherland, also 2 poems, different ones of course.
Listen to Saturday afternoon's 1 hour radio show on Resonance fm presented by Jude Montague and others: http://www.mixcloud.com/Resonance/143000-the-news-agents-320kbps/
Interview on top of a mountain in America
El Habib Louai being interviewed in a high place, see the photographs in this post which has the links to the 3 parts of the interview about his life and poetry.
Published
First, in iamnotasilentpoet, edited by Reuben Woolley, 2 poems.
And now in The Stare's Nest, edited by Judi Sutherland, also 2 poems, different ones of course.
Tuesday, 18 November 2014
Book stack - Songs on the A34
This is my Arabic book stack which I cart around in the car. Too much. After the photo I split it into work I need to do for the lesson and 'other'. The book at the bottom will keep me busy for months. The children's book Al Diktatur will take a while, there are so many pages. I am only on the second page of the actual story. There is a film in the stack I can share around.
The second photo is of my notes on the poem I am trying to translate. It's a start. I need to look carefully at another poem written by the poet and at its translation into English. I also need to look carefully at the inspiration text in Arabic, but at least I know the English version extremely well. The Arabic will have slightly different connotations and shift my world around a bit. Then I will be more ready to decide on the meanings I will pick on for the translation. I have been peering at my dictionary with my glasses off so I can see every letter exactly, and at the printed poem. All so tiny, these little letters.
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On my way back from the Woodstock Poetry Festival on the A34 I heard 2 lovely late night songs:
George Ezra
Snow Patrol
Then I switched off the radio so I could remember the titles and find them back at home. Not as easy as I expected.
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
100 word biography - Endlessly tearful - Hospital/Paramedics again
Biography
Ten lines of my handwriting. I have made several versions. All not right at all. I thought it would be easy. Writing in the 3rd person about myself is very odd. I wind up name dropping wildly and surely that's not the point. A blunt statement that I was into extended breastfeeding and then home education won't entice anyone, nor a comment that a house that is too big can be overwhelming. Hence the escape into poetry and online anything. I don't suppose anyone at a poetry reading wants to know about my struggles with Arabic either. Or autism and the school system here. My hinterland will have to stay where it is. I can put it here instead.
Tearful
What is up with me, age, youth? The songs at the assembly at H's school set me off, the little child fiddling with my hair from behind and kicking my chair in a meditative sort of way, all these songs I listen to, the voice of a Big Issue seller in Oxford looking up at me and saying 'pliz' a voice from a home land and a family totally zapped, a grandfather in Observatory Street just standing there while the younger ones did things with push chairs and car doors, the hair and hands of the artist in his films at the unattended basement showing of various incomprehensible and necessary films at Moma...
My grandmother cried a lot, I was told, when she was in her last nursing home in 2000. I was at home here with H and T and was not talking about my miscarriage. I didn't tell her, maybe I should have, she would have been kind and would have been sad with me. What a total fool I was. Maybe she knew somehow?
I just watched a piece of film by someone I follow on Twitter, Eyad El-Baghdadi. He talked to another activist who said she never cried about all the horrors she saw in Syria, but finally cracked when he asked her something when they were both in a cafe in exile in KL, Malaysia.
Madonna Frozen, not that I'm into Madonna in a major way, but this is beautiful.
...and then...this happened...
Paramedics
While the para was here I helped my mother in law. She was 95% confused, so was turning taps on and off while I made soothing comments. A couple of times she giggled in her normal way and she said one or two usual things. I am hoovering, washing laundry and have washed some carpet. We now have the hamster. Back to hoovering and tidying next door. There is no perfect way of being on hand, just approximate attempts. How could I have caught this sooner? Things have to be a certain way before you can just make the 999 call. I didn't make the call myself, but said if my husband needed the para then call, irrespective of whether he thought his mother did or not. Now! Rather than at 3am.
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This is from last Friday/Saturday, the night of 24th/25th Oct.
Monday, 8 September 2014
Gilgamesh - Jenny Lewis
Well, this makes me cry and is so complex I can't quite sing along properly. Oh man, what a voice, Jenny, you're amazing. The guitar does this to me too, from the first note.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0rLG80jQko
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0rLG80jQko
Wednesday, 6 August 2014
What do you love?
I asked someone this question about 10 years ago. I knew immediately this was the one unanswerable question that was needed at that point when I saw the reaction. I got a different unanswerable question in return later and could only shake my head, no verbal reply or explanation possible.
Recently after a funeral I had a long chat, all afternoon actually, with my brother and someone I have known since about 1998. My question to her was: Do you love? Are you loved? Then I tried to take some lovely photos of her and made a hash of it! We talked in a cafe, in the street, in another cafe, more street...
Burial "Raver" Strange, but I like it.
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Post from my undealt-with-draft-file series. There are 87 drafts, so this series may last me until the internet changes its spots.
Recently after a funeral I had a long chat, all afternoon actually, with my brother and someone I have known since about 1998. My question to her was: Do you love? Are you loved? Then I tried to take some lovely photos of her and made a hash of it! We talked in a cafe, in the street, in another cafe, more street...
Burial "Raver" Strange, but I like it.
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Post from my undealt-with-draft-file series. There are 87 drafts, so this series may last me until the internet changes its spots.
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Driving and dancing at the same time, is it possible?
It is with this track: go to 2 hrs and 3 minutes: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03yn0ys
Sonnentanz - Sun Don't Shine
Sonnentanz - Sun Don't Shine
Friday, 24 January 2014
Fixing, controlling, being generally annoying
My brother and I were discussing our current lives. We wound up looking at times when we have let things happen. Chaos caused by others can simply carry on being in chaos. As he said, look after your own chaos, don't get involved in fixing other people's!
I let a lot happen this weekend. For example when the big family lunch took place, the order in which the steaks were cooked, who served up the ice cream, what walk we went on, who came to sit at the table, where everyone sat and plenty more I didn't even notice.
Get Up Stand Up - Bob Marley
I let a lot happen this weekend. For example when the big family lunch took place, the order in which the steaks were cooked, who served up the ice cream, what walk we went on, who came to sit at the table, where everyone sat and plenty more I didn't even notice.
Get Up Stand Up - Bob Marley
Monday, 20 January 2014
All those photographs, listening and watching over 49 years
It takes a life
time's blindness to
see one's father.
from Cahoots
by Cid Corman
Moby - Why does my heart?
time's blindness to
see one's father.
from Cahoots
by Cid Corman
Moby - Why does my heart?
Sunday, 19 January 2014
Being an editor
I have been given one poem to do whatever I like with for my written portraits exhibition. I want to type it out so I can display the handwritten version and a printed version.
The problems I have encountered already as I have been typing it onto a text edit file are:
Which are commas and which are full stops?
What do I do about lower case letters at the start of some lines where I think they could be upper case?
Do I try to play around with blank lines to create stanzas?
So I need to type it out exactly as handwritten, then chat to the poet about what he'd like.
Of course the handwritten version includes all the ambiguities, but all anyone needs to do is read and contain these queries in their head as they read along.
So typing out a poem is a much bigger intervention than I had anticipated. It is in fact a translation, an alteration processs.
Have all the songs of Umm Kultum, that will take a while!
'Habibi' means 'my darling' by the way. You will hear this a lot. 'Ya habibi' is untranslatable, something like 'you, my darling' but it isn't 'you' at all, more an extra layer of greeting. like 'hiya' in English, but a more personal. Yes, untranslatable.
The problems I have encountered already as I have been typing it onto a text edit file are:
Which are commas and which are full stops?
What do I do about lower case letters at the start of some lines where I think they could be upper case?
Do I try to play around with blank lines to create stanzas?
So I need to type it out exactly as handwritten, then chat to the poet about what he'd like.
Of course the handwritten version includes all the ambiguities, but all anyone needs to do is read and contain these queries in their head as they read along.
So typing out a poem is a much bigger intervention than I had anticipated. It is in fact a translation, an alteration processs.
Have all the songs of Umm Kultum, that will take a while!
'Habibi' means 'my darling' by the way. You will hear this a lot. 'Ya habibi' is untranslatable, something like 'you, my darling' but it isn't 'you' at all, more an extra layer of greeting. like 'hiya' in English, but a more personal. Yes, untranslatable.
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
I never thought I'd hear this song again... but here it is "FALILE SE KASTELANKE" :
When I was little we had a record of Serbian folk songs. All I have ever remembered is the phonetic 'falile se kastilanke' sound. I decided to search on YouTube and up it popped. It is the exact same recording. I recognise the men's voices, the guitars, every note :) I am so happy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsPAB_e_fIk
Welcome to a bit of my childhood.
Oh my God...here is the actual cover:
http://www.discogs.com/Ansambl-Dalmacija-Falile-Se-Ka%C5%A1telanke/release/1945501
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsPAB_e_fIk
Welcome to a bit of my childhood.
Oh my God...here is the actual cover:
http://www.discogs.com/Ansambl-Dalmacija-Falile-Se-Ka%C5%A1telanke/release/1945501
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
Midnight surprises
Listen to this with headphones on and eyes tightly shut. Think of all those irrevocable moments and decisions.
I heard this on Radio 3's Late Junction last night and found it via iplayer.
"Get Out" from the film score of "Leaving Las Vegas". Sung by Maggie Nichols.
I heard this on Radio 3's Late Junction last night and found it via iplayer.
"Get Out" from the film score of "Leaving Las Vegas". Sung by Maggie Nichols.
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Debussy - La Mer - more Ambleside Online/Charlotte Mason
Movement 1 - conducted by Valery Gergiev
Movement 2 - conducted by Milan Horvat
Movement 3 - conducted by Claudio Abbado
All movements - conducted by Riccardo Muti
Enjoy! I am sitting with my headphones on doing sewing or knitting in front of my laptop. I won't be laughing when I get backache, but for now it is great.
Movement 2 - conducted by Milan Horvat
Movement 3 - conducted by Claudio Abbado
All movements - conducted by Riccardo Muti
Enjoy! I am sitting with my headphones on doing sewing or knitting in front of my laptop. I won't be laughing when I get backache, but for now it is great.
Friday, 14 September 2012
Hilary Davan Wetton
This blog post has a link to a short bit of chat by Hilary Davan Wetton, a blast from the past, as he was Director of Music at St Paul's Girls' School and let me into the Senior Choir. He was a wonderful choir master and I have met quite a few, all wonderful in their different ways. I have been very, very lucky in my choirs.
So if you live in London, try to blag your way into whichever choir he is with now.
So if you live in London, try to blag your way into whichever choir he is with now.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Music and Meditation
This is turning into a boasty blog, but I'm sure things will even out in time. At the moment I'm on a roll.
The music for this term is one Bruckner piece and 3 Mahler pieces. I have the CDs and am trying out paying attention to the music as I drive on my own. So every time I think of something else I aim to let it go and come back to the music. Clearly a big part of my mind is alert to the road and the traffic.
They also say not to lie down to meditate, however it is a brilliant way to fall asleep, counting each breath and starting again at 1 each time I get to 10.
Sitting in our garden is hard because doing the thinking/thinking/thinking and feeling/feeling/feeling meditation gets very confusing with birds singing, the wind moving past etc, it is all too busy. I need to find a way to allow all that sensory imput to flow over me.
The music for this term is one Bruckner piece and 3 Mahler pieces. I have the CDs and am trying out paying attention to the music as I drive on my own. So every time I think of something else I aim to let it go and come back to the music. Clearly a big part of my mind is alert to the road and the traffic.
They also say not to lie down to meditate, however it is a brilliant way to fall asleep, counting each breath and starting again at 1 each time I get to 10.
Sitting in our garden is hard because doing the thinking/thinking/thinking and feeling/feeling/feeling meditation gets very confusing with birds singing, the wind moving past etc, it is all too busy. I need to find a way to allow all that sensory imput to flow over me.
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