Thursday, July 18, 2013

Sometimes life is joyous.  You go through your general routine and it seems like nothing happens much or there's not much that gives you that umph, you know that mental stimulus.  Everyone has their own varied take on this, for some it might be sports or the start up of the football season, for others cooking, but for me that would be something in the arts area: music, art of some sort.  Today started out pretty normal.  I did a few chores and went down to get a car title changed over into my name, just regular running around town stuff.  I stopped by a second hand shop, but it was too hot to stay there for too long as it was not air conditioned, and their prices were too high anyway.  I got home and ate, and that lead me to a afternoon nap for a few minutes.  But later on once up from the nap, I just sort of dabbled around.  Here's a poem I ran across that sort of lifted my spirit a little:

“To live in an old shack by the sea
(And breathe the sweet salt air)
To live with the dawn and the dusk
The new moon and the full moon
The tides the wind and the rain…
To surf and comb the beach
And gather sea shells and drift-wood
And know the thrill of loneliness
And lose all sense of time
And be free

To hike over the island to the village
And visit the marketplace
And enjoy the music and the food and the people
And do a little trading
And see the great ships come and go
And, man, have me a ball

And in the evening
(When the sky is on fire)
Heaven and earth become my great open cathedral
Where all men are brothers
Where all things are bound by law
And crowned with love
Poor, alone and happy
I walk by the surf and make a fire on the beach
And as darkness covers the face of the deep
Lie down in the wild grass
And dream the dream that the dreamers dream

I am the wind, the sea, the evening star
I am everyone, anyone, no one.” 

—Eden Ahben

I was not familiar with this poet just ran across him recently.  But I enjoyed the vibe of freedom that was inherent in the poem.  And then I ran across this little radio show on Bandcamp, where they showcase a bunch of different artist, and enjoyed it too, sort of lifted my spirits out away from what ever drab place they were existing in, and it took me to this tropical, joyful landscape that can only be arrived at in music.  

As long as I'm slinging out links, here's one I found called Spooktacular...History of Horror Host.  I've sort of been in a horror mood lately and trying to find some old magazines, books, and such on the subject matter, but I'm cheap, so don't want to pay a lot of dough for them. 




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