November 21st, 2012 § 0 comments

I thought of another war image; but there will be time for that. Here’s Cecil Taylor.
My thought for today – only marginally connected with the ongoing Israeli massacre. It’s a clarion call to junk the misguided belief that you can defeat neoliberalism, imperialism, or anything else, by getting a million or so people to click on some petition you’re swamping the web with, using nothing but their little mice. Brothers and sisters, it ain’t so! You got to get out on the streets, get into meetings, pass resolutions, stand on picket lines, burn flags, off pigs and generally lose a whole load of calories if you ever going to change anything. (This was occasioned by an email asking me to click a wishy-washy petition to end the Gaza war; but the feeling has been simmering for some time.) Click if you agree.

Ruins of Beit Arabiya, Anata (West Bank) – home of Salim and Arabiya Shawamreh,demolished for the sixth time by the occupation forces on November 1st.
Today’s poem: Sonnet 73 or, thoughts on getting old

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Today’s sound is ‘Lady be Good‘, Ella Fitzgerald, the definitive recording; the entire song takes about 45 secs, followed by 3 minutes of pure singing…
(We’ll get on to Xenakis in a day or two, promise. Not wedded to the ephemeral and popular, oh no.)

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