Can't have too much 'Lean on Me'...Playing for Change is brilliant...And Saritah of Melbourne, Australia features in this one...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
Lean On Me | Playing For Change | Song Around The World https://t.co/9hBr1PpDJv via @YouTube
Saturday 18 April 2020
Lean on Me...
teacher keep on teaching...
Teacher, keep on teaching...Lover, keep on loving...Keep on trying, till I reach higher ground...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
Higher Ground | Playing For Change | Song Around the World https://t.co/jdiWUz5zl8 via @YouTube
Playing for Change...
As I wander YouTube songs tonight, I notice many others are doing the same...right now...Seeking some message, some strength for 2020...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
Stand By Me | Playing For Change Band | Live in Brazil https://t.co/LzqTHB4Bld via @YouTube
Walk of Life...
Adore this fun/serious song. And the visuals demonstrate all the fumbles and foibles that our lives can churn out and how, in retrospect, they can be funny...Let's keep that in mind in 2020.— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
Dire Straits - Walk Of Life https://t.co/r8zJCptjWl via @YouTube
Leonard Cohen sings Garcia Lorca...
I've played this over and over...So moving...Original poem - Spanish poet García Lorca -— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
'And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook...with the photographs there and the moss...'
Leonard Cohen - Take This Waltz [Official Music Video] https://t.co/Cwo5RUBEca via @YouTube
Always wanted to dance with my partner...
But in this world, it could not happen...
Yet now...
I feel it has...
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now.
It's all that there is
Hope is a thing with feather...
Emily Dickinson's poem gets an eerily refreshing upbeat...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
Trailer Bride, "Hope Is A Thing With Feathers" https://t.co/ZaUxEgqLDI via @YouTube
shift your energy...
Shift your energy to what you can create...and keep creating... https://t.co/CfoE2pn6xb— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
Why do we read and write poetry...
'Dead Poets' Society' continues to reach out and stir us into valuing our inner, poetic insights...
In this scene, John Keating (Robin Williams) teaches his pupils the reason for reading and writing poetry, quoting Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass'...
The Ancient Mariner begins...
The Ancient Mariner Big Read, commissioned by The Arts Institute at Plymouth University, will see the 150-verse poem divided into 40 readings.Jeremy Irons' reading of the first several stanzas of AM is dramatic and moving. He sets the stage with flourish and deep, disturbing undercurrent.— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
Reading No.1 - Reader: Jeremy Irons, Artist: Glenn Brown https://t.co/j5FArfCIxJ via @YouTube
barbecue circle...
barbecue circle
ghostly connections with
Stonehenge
My neighbours, a few weeks ago, set up this outdoor barbecue area in their backyard...
It has been used once...
when you connect...
When you connect to the voice within you, that is when you can make sense of your own song. https://t.co/k3KJeyY5PP— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
an odd one...
I've a sculpture of William Shakespeare. Not so unusual, but the back story is. It was made by an old man who sold his artwork and odd collectibles from his garage and driveway in Appin, NSW at weekends. He selected his art customers. 'Not for sale' if he didn't connect with you. pic.twitter.com/qgcqB7sspK— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
covid-19 mobile tracking app...?
Too many opportunities to turn a tame airship (in the interests of science) into an 'all out' zeppelin (in the interests of a totalitarian scout and bomber). It has happened before. https://t.co/1Qq9esrU5E— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020
poetry?
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 18, 2020Czesław Miłosz (1911-2004) was a Polish-American poet who won the 1980 Nobel Prize in Literature. In exile from a world which no longer exists, a witness to the Nazi devastation of Poland and the Soviet takeover of Eastern Europe, Milosz deals in his poetry with the central issues of our time: the impact of history upon moral being, the search for ways to survive spiritual ruin in a ruined world. Source: Poetry Foundation
resilience in fire and drought...
This morning I ventured to Story Lounge presented by the City of Melbourne Libraries.It’s the weekend, time to relax and listen to Story Lounge – our storytime for adults!https://t.co/ykSFtlLKly— City of Melbourne Libraries (@melblibrary) April 17, 2020
Our next live session will be on Wednesday 22 April at midday. pic.twitter.com/g7K7OVX2ag
(I am trying to explore new worlds in this pandemic to keep my curiosity polished and alive.)
There I found 2 writers I know nothing about...and loved instantly...
They were Alice Bishop and Cate Kennedy - 2 Victorian writers...
The main themes for both writers involved disasters and resilience
Alice Bishop - A Constant Hum
Maps (micro short story - just a few sentences)
'there's something calming when I see no blackened scar through green'...
My comment recorded on City of Melbourne Libraries YouTube:
The Alice Bishop story has a sense of taking in the breath and holding it...a sense of breathlessness...a sense of waiting at a crossroads to find a sign ...Absolutely beautiful piece of sharp, intense, 'soul shaking' writing...
Cate Kennedy (from the hot and dry north-western Victoria region)
- The Taste of River Water -
8 by 10 colour enlargement $16.50 (Cate Kennedy reads her poem HERE)
'This was the first moment my children ever saw rain...'
'the tired love in her husband's hand..'
'another untold story and that's why I'm telling you now...'
My comment recorded on City of Melbourne Libraries YouTube:
The narrator in Cate Kennedy's poem is an enigmatic, interesting voice...almost like a watcher... a journalist seeking that special insight beyond the mainstream news? Reminds me of Frank Bongiornau's challenge to record/journal - April 10, recorded on Twitter. He challenged us all to our personal record daily life in the midst of this current pandemic. How are we surviving? He pointed out that we could be establishing primary sources for the future historian. I have taken up the challenge and I'm recording the highs and lows of surviving...trying to include many kinds of surviving e.g I am churning out haiku and micropoetry to represent the inner tides. In short, I am trying to record beyond the ever-changing mainstream politics and policies...I guess, ultimately I could be like the narrator of the poem... I could even be the very woman who won 2nd prize for her photo. Enjoyed your readings. Beautifully paced. (Sorry...Perhaps I am raving...I'll stop)
P.S.I am good at being awarded 'second prize' because I don't follow 'the rules' exactly.
I may even sink to 'highly commended', because somehow I just don't fit the labels and tags required.
swearing can be good for the soul?....
Inspirational. Swearing is not usually my habit. I feel that there are more 'fragrant' or dramatic words according to the occasion. However, lately, my attitude is changing fast. I am at the point, I can see that swearing is desirable. It gets straight to the point in no time.— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 17, 2020
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