Apr. 15th, 2017
Books Found In Ashford
Apr. 15th, 2017 12:33 pmLast night i watched some of the DVD on New Europe by Michael Palin. The first episode takes us through Slovenia to Croatia, Bosnia and ending up in Turkey. A fascinating travelogue of places on the eastern side of Europe.
The books i found on Thursday in Ashford are -






I am popping over to Faversham today to see what i could find dead cheap.
The books i found on Thursday in Ashford are -






I am popping over to Faversham today to see what i could find dead cheap.
DJ Jazzy's Jazz Weekend #1
Apr. 15th, 2017 01:23 pmFor this weekend i am doing a number of jazzy posts.
Enjoy.
Buddy Greco- The Lady Is A Tramp
( More jazz here )
Enjoy.
Buddy Greco- The Lady Is A Tramp
( More jazz here )
In Faversham
Apr. 15th, 2017 04:42 pmIt has been a nice windy and yet sunny day here in Kent.i have sold some old books and a few unwanted CD's for around twelve quid and now i am off to the Leading Light pub soon to meet up with Phil. This is a case of serendipity as i was not aware he was in the town until he posted on Facebook a few minutes ago.
I also bought a coupleof paperbacks fromthe Fleur Bookshop - these being oen philosophy book and one poetry book .


I also bought a coupleof paperbacks fromthe Fleur Bookshop - these being oen philosophy book and one poetry book .


Poems Of The Week
Apr. 15th, 2017 10:22 pmA couple of poems for the weekend.
Your Laughter
Poem by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
A Drinking Song
Poem by William Butler Yeats
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Your Laughter
Poem by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
A Drinking Song
Poem by William Butler Yeats
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.