First Harmonica
accompanied by
my very French cousin
Prolong the Night
Prolong the night, Goddess who sets us aflame!
Hold back from us the golden-sandalled dawn!
Already on the sea the first faint gleam
Of day is coming on.
Sleeping under your veils, protect us yet,
Having forgotten the cruelty day may give!
The wine of darkness, wine of the stars let
Overwhelm us with love!
Since no one knows what dawn will come,
Bearing the dismal future with its sorrows
In its hands, we tremble at full day, our dream
Fears all tomorrows.
Oh! keeping our hands on our still-closed eyes,
Let us vainly recall the joys that take flight!
Goddess who delights in the ruin of the rose,
Prolong the night!
Renée Vivien, 1877-1909
Some Extra Ordinary Canadians
"Prayer is translation.
A man translates himself into a child
asking for all there is
in a language he has barely mastered."
Leonard Cohen
"You could write a song
about some kind of emotional problem you are having,
but it would not be a good song, in my eyes,
until it went through a period of sensitivity
to a moment of clarity.
Without that moment of clarity
to contribute to the song,
it's just complaining.
Joni Mitchell
Sarah Polley
:::MUSIC:::
Laura Nyro, Joni Mitchell, Carole King, Peggy Lee, Dusty Springfield, Marianne Faithful, Ferron, Odetta, Roberta Flack, Phoebe Snow, Judy Sills, Judy Collins, Martha Velez, Bonnie Bramlett, Rickie Lee Jones, Laurie Anderson, Alice Coltrane, Mary Wells, Dionne Warwick, Aretha, LaBelle, Issa ( formerly Jane Siberry), Carla Bruni, Elisabeth Valletti, Jessie Kilguss
Leonard Cohen, Jessie Winchester, Richie Havens, Gordon Lightfoot, Dylan, John Coltrane, Miles, Herbie Hancock, Stephen Barry Band, Elvis, Stevie Wonder, Henry Mancini
Elisabeth Valletti
:::MOVIES:::
8 Femmes
Annie Hall
Belle du Jour
Elizabeth
Fargo
My Life Without Me
The Hours
The Hunger
The Secret Life of Words
The Sweet Here After
The Weight of Water
:::POETRY & BOOKS:::
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
#516
Beauty—be not caused—It Is—
Chase it, and it ceases—
Chase it not, and it abides—
Overtake the Creases
In the Meadow—when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro' it—
Deity will see to it
That You never do it—
Poetry by Mary Oliver...another version of Emily's Spiritual...
Laura Nyro
Mother's Spiritual
On a street corner
Where the kids boogie all night
Or where the winds sing
And the stars shine
Like holiday lights
Come a band of angels
Salvation in their might
And as for peace on earth...
Feel this love
My brothers and sisters
Feel the season turn
She is the mother of time
Wonders that take you
Rivers that give
That's where mother's spiritual lives
Talk of a ruby love
Lover's share
Find your love
Lose your love
Here and there
So you go home
Do your own thing
The ocean sings to me
That love is always alive
And part of thee
Feel this love
My brothers and sisters
Feel the season turn
She is the mother of time
Light and darkness
Come to her kiss
'Cause that's where
mother's spiritual lives
Come to the lites my sisters
And take what you need
Doesn't matter my brothers -
Your Sunday creed
Cause each one's a lover
To this winter nite star
A pilgrim, a pioneer
That's who you are
Feel this love
My brothers and sisters
Feel the season turn
She is the mother of time
It's not war
It's life she gives
And that's where
mother's
spiritual lives
"The Truth is the only thing
you'll ever run into
that has no agenda.
Everything else
will have an agenda.
Everything.
That is why the truth
is so powerful."