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"Brothers Under the Bridge" (Bruce Springsteen)
(photograph from Lee Friedlander, "New Mexico", 2001)
"Saigon, it was all gone
The same Coke machines
As the streets I grew on
Down in a mesquite canyon
We come walking along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town
Up here there's too much brush and canyon
For the CHP choppers to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light
Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Had enough of town and the street life
Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife
Now I don't want no trouble
And I ain't got none to give
Me and the brothers under the bridge
I come home in '72
You were just a beautiul light
In your mama's dark eyes of blue
I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Come Veterans' Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand
When they passed with the red, white and blue"
Bruce Springsteen
(taken from the CD 18 Tracks, from 1999)
Jalâluddîn Rumi
(photo by Jean Ferro, Lewis: 1st Street and Temple, Downtown Los Angeles, s/d)
"Using the stone of the philosopher to convert copper into gold is indeed wonderful.
More wonderful still is the fact that, moment by moment, the philosopher's stone (man) is converted into copper - by his own heedlessness"1
Jalâluddîn Rumi (1207-1273)
1 poem taken from the CD of Martin Simpson & Wu Man, Music for the Motherless Child.
Vishwa Mohan Bhatt/Jerry Douglas (Bourbon & Rosewater)
(photo by Marco Barsanti)
"No wine glasses here, but wine is handed round.
No smoke, but burning.
Listen to the unstruck sounds.
and what sifts through that music".1
Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
1 RUMI, Jelaluddin taken from the CD Bourbon & Rosewater, from Vishwa Mohan Bhatt and Jerry Douglas.
One more time, Vishwa Mohan Bhatt recorded a masterpiece. After listening to his album Saltanah, I decided to listen to his Bourbon & Rosewater, recorded by him and bluegrass virtuoso Jerry Douglas. One more time, a beautiful piece of music by world music label Water Lily Acoustics. Their project of joining two or more musical traditions together is a wonderful idea and, in this case, the results are very good. Kavichandran Alexander, the producer, had always the dream of joining classical indian music with bluegrass. The result is this CD.
Jorge Vicente
Vishwa Mohan Bhatt here
Jerry Douglas here
A Gypsy Carol
(photo from Paul Banner, Opera 2, s/d)
"What are you seeking, you seven pretty maids,
all under the Leaves of Life?
We are searching for no leaves, Thomas,
but for a friend of thine"1
A gypsy carol
1 taken from the CD Kambara Music in Native Tongues, by Martin Simpson/David Hidalgo/Viji Krishnan/Puvalur Srinivasan
St. John of the Cross
(photo from Brian Arnold, #4 Letters, 2005)
"La bianca palomica
al arca con el ramo se ha tornado;
y ya la tortolica
al socio deseado
en las riberas verdes ha hallado"1
St. John of the Cross (1542-1591)
1 taken from the CD of Kambara Music in Native Tongues, from Martin Simpson/David Hidalgo/Viji Krishnan/Puvalur Srinivasan
Kavichandran Alexander
(photo taken from Patti Ambrogi, From the series - The Nature of Culture; Freeing Female Representation, Can She Take Her Tail Off, 1992)
"To the body's ark the heavenly dove descends
across the still ocean of Oneness
hearing the flower of spring.
The turtledove at long last the beloved meets
by the verdant river of life"
Kavichandran Alexander´
Kavichandran is a musician and producer of recording label Water Lily Acoustics
taken from the CD Kambara Music in Native Tongues, from Martin Simpson/David Hidalgo/Viji Krishnan/Puvalur Srinivasan
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Arqueologia de Palavras
(fotografia de Eija-Liisa Ahtila, "The Hour Of Prayer", 2005)
quantas vezes, abri o vento
e descobri uma hierarquia secreta
de palavras no olhar, o horizonte
fechado de quem constrói a vida em
silêncio, observando as mulheres
passando os cabelos como se os
quisessem lavar.
o quadro no canto escuro do quarto
não conta mais do que uma simples
impressão de viagem: porque deixei
os meus versos caiarem estas paredes?
porque olhei de retaguarda o jardim
e a acácia que roubei à terra?
apenas choro quando tenho de chorar
e escrevo quando tenho de escrever.
as paredes são o rosto da casa e as
memórias queimam como vastas
correntes de pele abandonadas pelo
fogo.
Jorge Vicente
Wednesday, 31 January 2007
Arqueologia de Palavras
(fotografia de Eija-Liisa Ahtila, "The Hour Of Prayer", 2005)
É com a maior felicidade, com a maior das honras e o maior dos orgulhos que
declaro oficialmente aberta a votação para as 7 Maravilhas de Vila Viçosa.
Anta dos Apóstolos (Pardais)
Capela Real
Castelo e Torre de Menagem de Vila Viçosa
Convento dos Capuchos
Convento e Igreja da Esperança
Convento e Igreja das Chagas
Convento e Igreja dos Agostinhos
Estação Ferroviária de Vila Viçosa
Estátua Equestre D. João IV
Fonte da Praça (antiga Fonte do Carrascal)
Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Lapa
Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Piedade
Igreja de São Bartolomeu
Paço Ducal de Vila Viçosa
Pelourinho de Vila Viçosa
Ponte Romana
Porta do Nó ou Porta da Vila
Porta dos Nós
Santuário de Nossa Senhora da Conceição de Vila Viçosa
Tapada Real
Terreiro do Paço
"apenas choro quando tenho de chorar
e escrevo quando tenho de escrever"
Gostei muito do que escreves-te.
Bjs Sofia-Sama
Sexta-feira entro para a sala de visitas deste blogue, para saborear o bom
gosto que me é dado aqui ver, com prazer, na linha da qualidade desta
página agradável, e ao partir desejo bom fim-de-semana.
Maravilhoso "viajar" nesta "Arqueologia de palavras" e ter o encontro com
a Excelêcia poesialindo!
Lindíssimo.