After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
Un spectacle complètement cuivré pour une série de dates exceptionnelles… et un concert UNIQUE à Paris :
LUNDI 16 NOV. A L’EUROPEEN 20h précise 5 rue Biot 75017 Paris M° Place Clichy www.leuropeen.info 01.43.87.97.13 Prévente 14€ / sur place 18€ (14€ pour demandeurs d’emploi….) 1ère partie : Chloé Lacan (ex-Crevette d’acier)
10 musiciens sur scène : les 4 de Courir Les Rues auxquels s’ajoutent 3 sax de haute voltige, 2 cuivres prêts à en découdre et 1 batteur à l’affût. Des arrangements pointus, tantôt big-band, tantôt fanfare tourbillonnante. Le tout au service des mots et des mélodies. Une musique enivrante à souhait, endiablée pour une soirée de fête. Il faudra être beau pour ce rendez-vous !
***PARLEZ EN AUTOUR DE VOUS ! Pour ceux qui souhaitent nous filer un coup de main pour communiquer sur ce concert, répondez à ce mail, ce sera avec plaisir.***
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
Delighted to be friends. In case you like the likes of Pogues, Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys & Gogol Bordello, you are well advised not to miss out on CIRCLE J (Holland) and DREADNOUGHTS (Canada) on their joint tour:
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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