Young, lithe limbs waving
In unison amidst cheers;
Glastonbury awaits.
#872 On Glastonbury Crowds
#871 On Love’s Dark Avatar (Chappelle Roan)
Clad in metal armour, she
Marched out ahead of serried ranks
Red hair agleam amidst the spree
The flames of Love declare their thanks
As they devour the darkened ruins
With Hope smashed up against the wall
An avatar of Love’s dark brewings,
Her sword declares her final call:
“You may deny your feelings now
But Love will ever mark your brow.”
#801 On The White Gaze
Have you heard of dangdut?
Oh, what’s that?
It is the number one music genre in Indonesia.
Oh, oh, interesting! What is it like? It must be melodic, no?
Hmph, not really melodic. More like janky.
Janky?
Yes, very much proletarian. Probably with Indian antecedents. Drums and flutes and all that. Lots of dancing and gyrating.
Ah, interesting. So so very interesting.
#733 On Mediocrity (The Song of Salieri)
“The patron saint of mediocrities!
Absolve, I will, your poor misshapen souls
Beset by blazing insecurities
I am of you: we, hollow wizened ghouls!”
The chains of Envy, his own earthly Hell
That burns and leaves behind an empty shell.
On Karaoke
Just the two of us
Belting out with hearts ablaze
Each song a dark fire
On the Siren Song
Resist the siren
Song of others - your own bell
Must ring eternal!
On Yo-Yo Ma Playing the Cello
Glad musician plays
The cello amidst verdant
Woods - such sublime grace!
On Evensong
Meek birdsong and the
Graceful swirl of violins - my
Evening lullaby.