With thanks to Franklin Abbott, a perfectly concise picture of marriage equality, from Ireland.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=6ULdaSrYGLQ
With thanks to Franklin Abbott, a perfectly concise picture of marriage equality, from Ireland.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=6ULdaSrYGLQ
The incomparable musical masters Milton Nascimento and James Taylor singing Nascimento’s "Vendedor de Sonhos" ("Vendor of Dreams").
Vendedor de sonhos
Tenho a profissão viajante
De caixeiro que traz na bagagem
Repertório de vida e canções
E de esperança
Mais teimoso que uma criança
Eu invado os quartos, as salas
As janelas e os corações
Frases eu invento
Elas voam sem rumo no vento
Procurando lugar e momento
Onde alguém também queira cantá-las
Vendo os meus sonhos
E em troca da fé ambulante
Quero ter no final da viagem
Um caminho de pedra feliz
Tantos anos contando a história
De amor ao lugar que nasci
Tantos anos cantando meu tempo
Minha gente de fé me sorri
Tantos anos de voz nas estradas
Tantos sonhos que eu já vivi
A great bit of satire well done by Oded Gross.
if your luck goes bad
get a witch to give you
a bath
get a shaman to cook
your supper
get a high priestess
to do your hair
get a siren to sing you
a lullaby
all ritual is illogical
and impractical
but when it works
the absurd
becomes
the sublimeFranklin Abbott
1,2 August 2007
Stone Mountain
When I travel to see my friends Alejandro and Alex in central Venezuela it isn’t long before Alex
gives me a ritual cleansing bath.
Alex is a brujo, or witch, who works with nature spirits. I am bathed under the huge mamones tree in their back garden.
Alex concocts my bathing solutions from various ingredients as common as vinegar and as rare as an herb from some remote valley.
The process can take several hours and culminates when Alex draws magical designs in gunpowder around me and then ignites them.
Poof pow be gone! and whatever cosmic crud I had accumulated in my aura is dispersed.
For me the most sacred place in the home is the kitchen.
True magic can be made on the altar of the stove. The four elements of earth, air, fire and water all comingle and their alchemy produces the sweet and salty tastes we all swoon over.
The High Priestess is one of the archetypal figures of the Major Arcana of the Tarot. Her power is the power of Great Mystery. In her spare time she rearranges the galaxies.
The Sirens were mythical beings who lured sailors to their doom with their ethereal haunting songs.
We use their name for the sounds made by ambulances and police cars.
We also bestow the title on those voices whose songs make us weak in the knees.
Via Wendelin in Germany…
the Red Cross
won’t take
my blood
but mosquitoes
will
why are they
so hard
to kill
they orbit
earth
differently
so much
I rarely
catch
them
when I do
it is an
old mosquito
about to be
sent to
assisted living
that gives
itself up
to my clap
in that rare
instant when
I win
a million more
are born
and I
begin againbuzzzzzzz
Franklin Abbott
22 July 2007
Stone Mountain
The Red Cross will not accept blood from men who are or have ever been sexually active with other men, a point of controversy in the gay community. Only female mosquitoes are blood suckers. Males dine on flower nectar.
Mosquitoes do have flight patterns that confuse us. They evolved long before we did.
In old Japan mosquitoes were thought to be Preta, souls of people whose misdeeds in former
lives reincarnated them as blood suckers. Given the number of mosquitoes in my back yard alone
there must be lots of wicked humans in past generations.
Buzzzzzz, here comes one now.
A Filipino prison re-enacts Michael Jackson’s "Thriller Video."
One of the strangest things I’ve seen of late . . .
the only person
I know who ever
contemplated
poisoning me
is my friend
Takafumi
I was his guest
at a fancy restaurant
in Osaka
when he ordered for us
the most expensive dish
on the menu
an appetizer
of fried fugu fish
without telling me
in my memory
he continues
with chop sticks
dips in soy sauce
takes the first
bite of heaven
and offers me
the next
Franklin Abbott
13 July 2007
Stone Mountain
T.S. Eliot’s "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" read by the great English actor Michael Gough.