Dreams

Had a weird dream last night.I was a radio manager and offering the staff at my local radio station new working conditions with ultimatums of the sack if they did not approve the proposals.Honestly,i am not they sort of badass!

Anyway, the dream went into a weirder tangent than i had ever hoped for. It involved a number of strange looking men in trench coats and fedora hats, speaking into their clothes as if they had hidden walkie talkies or some other contraption. They were following me but when i had turned around to confront one of them  they disappeared - like puffs of smoke ..and so did that dream.

Well, off to watch some Buffy slay daemons.. just your average midnight DVD watching.

Two By Patti Smith

I must admit that the last few pages of the Patti Smith book "Just Kids" were heart wrenching.Her love for Robert was something that really touched me.

Here is her poem to Robert Mapplethorpe who died of AIDS related illness in 1989.

Patti Smith: "Memorial Song" (1993)

Little emerald bird
Wants to fly away
If I cup my hand
Could I make him stay?

Little emerald soul
Little emerald eye
Little emerald soul
Must you say goodbye?

All the things that we pursue
All that we dream
Are composed as nature knew
In a feather green

Little emerald bird
As you light afar
It is true I heard
God is where you are

Little emerald soul
Little emerald eye
Little emerald bird
We must say goodbye




Patti Smith - Wild Leaves

Wild leaves are falling
Falling to the ground
Every leaf a moment
A light upon the crown
That we'll all be wearing
In a time unbound
And wild leaves are falling
Falling to the ground

Every word that's spoken
Every word decreed
Every spell that's broken
Every golden deed
All the parts we're playing
Binding as the reed
And wild leaves are falling
Wild wild leaves

As the campfire's burning
As the fire ignites
All the moments turning
In the stormy bright
Well enough the churning
When enough believe
The coming and the going
Wild wild leaves
Wild wild leaves
Wild wild leaves

Wine Wednesday

In the main it was a day of relaxing and reading as well as listening to music.Weather stayed dry on the whole but a little windy, less so than the previous day.

Lunch was another lemon sole with new potatoes and a vegetable medley followed by a summer fruits crumble that Donna had made. She runs the Thursday breakfast here at the Quays. This was washed down with a bottle of rose wine.

I have also been watching old episodes of Buffy  (season 2)  - just that i am taking a slight hiatus from Charmed.

The reason for the relax is that i have a long day tomorrow with visits in Bexhill, Eastbourne and Brighton and then Tunbridge Wells on the journey back.

Wednesday Musical Selection

Time for some music -

Jim O'Rourke - Not Sport, Martial Art

Elliott Smith - Needle In The Hay

Patti Smith Group -Wave

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds- Jubilee Street

Enjoy.