Thursday photo prompt "This brings back memories..." "Do you mean when we were young?" "O yes, younger in any case, and then so was the world..." "If I were bue..." "like Edward Hopper's afternoon lift the sash to air the breeze let my summer flush your cheek lie supine beneath the soft and gentle … Continue reading Bells #writephoto
A reading of Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami This is Mr Murakami's latest work, published in Japan in 2017, and translated by Philip Gabriel and Ted Goossen (I guess: a tour de force). First of all, I must say that, in my view, this is Mr Murakami's most accomplished work thus far, a fascinating, … Continue reading Between absence and presence
From the exquisite crew We look out on the street, the scenery of everyday, ever changing, never fading. Autumn is there, palpable, in the leaves blown across the sidewalks, in the colours of the trees, in the chill in the air. Slowly, implacably, the city changes to its winter clothes. You and I are … Continue reading Waiting #DailyPost #Autumn
With the wonders of “digital remastering” ancient rockers of my generation can enjoy again the pleasures of old 7-inch records, discovering or rediscovering long forgotten musical treasures . Ah! The good old “45 tours” (45 RPM) vinyl marvels, with their fragile paper covers, the beautiful or garish pictures of young stars in action… Ah Gene Vincent, … Continue reading #AtoZAprilChallenge: Vinyl
In the Japanese numerals system the number “9” is 九, and its name is kyū, or ku, or kokonotsu, identical to the letter “Q”, so that ichi-ku-hachi-yon, 1Q84, Haruki Murakami’s masterpiece, is also “1984”, a reference to George Orwell’s masterpiece. There are three main alphabets in Japanese: Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji, plus the phonetic version … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge: April 19, 2013: Q = 九
Norway in London… Long Live ECM!
The calendar is full but the future is blank.
The wires hum the folk-tune of some forgotten land.
Snow-fall on the lead-still sea. Shadows
scrabble on the pier
(Black Postcards by Tomas Tranströmer, version by Robin Robertson in The Deleted World)
Last week’s London Jazz Festival featuring many Nordic musicians set me thinking again about national identity, but this time wondering if a combination of nations can have a discernible identity. Nordic (a broader term than Scandinavian which strictly refers just to Sweden, Norway and Denmark, Nordic includes Finland and Iceland and their dependencies) has lately been applied to areas of culture such as crime novels (and their associated TV series, notably Wallander and The Killing), as well as jazz. It has become a useful catchphrase (and of course marketing tool) signifying angst, gloom, icy landscapes, long dark winters, introspection etc. Inevitably becoming cliched such generalisations usually start with…
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