On the Music Box: Amadou et Mariam – Wati

I can not recommend this album enough. Run don’t walk to your World Music Shop…

This is the music of a very special Dreamtime. It is very moving, full of beauty, full of light.

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A quick one… as I run out the door!

Have a good day. Raining here, cats, dogs, crows, muffins. Wind has calmed down, we should get some 2 inches today according to the reports….

Enjoy!

Gwyllm

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On The Menu

Martina Hoffmann’s New Work

November 2nd…

The Links

Amorphous Androgynous

Poetry: Rumi

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Martina Hoffmann – Lysergic Summer Dream)

Catching Up: Martina Hoffmann

One of Martina Hoffmann’s new paintings… “Lysergic Summer Dream”

Here is Martina showing her work to Albert & Anita Hofmann at their home in Switzerland.

A pretty amazing piece of work IMO. It is wonderful seeing the process of art unfold and mutate in new and wonderful ways.

A big Thank You to Martina for sharing these with us!

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2 November. All Souls’ Day, when the dead members of families were supposed to return and had to be shown hospitality. In Ireland the fire was left lit, the door unlocked and food was left on the table when the family went to bed. Souls crowded in as thickly as bees. In Naples the dead members could rest while the members of their families came to see them. The mortuaries were thrown open, revealing the fleshless bodes arranged for viewing in niches along the walls. Intercession is made for the souls in Purgatory for the whole of November.

The Links:

Paranoid Yet?: Forgetful? Virus may be eating your brain

Govt. Tells Singles No Sex Till You’re 30

Decades later, the Dover Demon still haunts

Atheists top book charts by deconstructing God

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Amorphous Androgynous…

Kind of the bastard offspring of FSOL (Future Sounds of London) A tryppier sound in my opinion, and full of great textures. Reminds me a bit at times of “The Glove”, from the mid 1980′s… Rev Me0 turned me onto AA back when their first album came out, “The Isness”. A wonderful piece of music. Their recent album, “Alice In Ultraland” is a nice step forward. I especially like “Witchfinder”. If you get a chance, check out their site and especially look at some of the other videos…. Amorphous Androgynous Website…

I hope you enjoy this Snippet!

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Poetry: Rumi

REALITY AND APPEARANCE

‘Tis light makes colour visible: at night

Red, greene, and russet vanish from thy sight.

So to thee light by darness is made known:

Since God hat none, He, seeing all, denies

Himself eternally to mortal eyes.

From the dark jungle as a tiger bright,

Form from the viewless Spirit leaps to ligth.

DESCENT

I made a far journey

Earth’s fair cities to view,

but like to love’s city

City none I knew

At the first I knew not

That city’s worth,

And turned in my folly

A wanderer on earth.

From so sweet a country

I must needs pass,

And like to cattle

Grazed on every grass.

As Moses’ people

I would liefer eat

Garlic, than manna

And celestial meat.

What voice in this world

to my ear has come

Save the voice of love

Was a tapped drum.

Yet for that drum-tap

From the world of All

Into this perishing

Land I did fall.

That world a lone spirit

Inhabiting.

Like a snake I crept

Without foot or wing.

The wine that was laughter

And grace to sip

Like a rose I tasted

Without throat or lip.

‘Spirit, go a journey,’

Love’s voice said:

‘Lo, a home of travail

I have made.’

Much, much I cried:

‘I will not go’;

Yea, and rent my raiment

And made great woe.

Even as now I shrink

To be gone from here,

Even so thence

To part I did fear.

‘Spirit, go thy way,’

Love called again,

‘And I shall be ever nigh thee

As they neck’s vein.’

Much did love enchant me

And made much guile;

Love’s guile and enchantment

Capture me the while.

In ignorance and folly

When my wings I spread,

From palace unto prison

I was swiftly sped.

Now I would tell

How thither thou mayst come;

But ah, my pen is broke

And I am dumb.

am part of the load

Not rightly balanced

I drop off in the grass,

like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse

wherever I fall.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains

floating and flying in the will of the air,

often forgetting ever being

in that state, but in sleep

I migrate back. I spring loose

from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,

this waiting room.

I walk into a huge pasture

I nurse the milk of millennia

Everyone does this in different ways.

Knowing that conscious decisions

and personal memory

are much too small a place to live,

every human being streams at night

into the loving nowhere, or during the day,

in some absorbing work.