Monday Geese

02009-04-20 | Uncategorized | 3 comments

On Saturday morning three inches of snow lay wet and heavy on the table outside, but by the afternoon all had melted. My brother came by and told of wrestling equipment during the snowstorm on Friday, rather large machines called Reformers used in Pilates training that had arrived unexpectedly. I especially enjoyed his description of the sounds around his new Pilates studio:

From my left neighbor I can sometimes hear Yoga-chanting, in the back I hear “Dropping in” and then whosh-whosh (((a room with a half-pipe, dedicated to teaching skating))) and on the right is an aikido studio with people screaming and large bodies falling to the ground…

Yes, I will have to bring my 722 recorder and some microphones to Stefan’s new Pilates studio to record the sounds when I go training there!!!

Poem of the day via Weekly Words of Wisdom:

The Wild Geese
Geese appear high over us,

pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
– Wendell Berry

My laptop came back from Apple this morning, repaired and empty. I do like the AppleCare service. And thanks to SuperDuper (((the most important software for your Macintosh!))), I have the computer already loaded with all of the junk I need. Unfortunately now I can’t use the Peak Pro application because their stupid authorization is foiled by the fact that it does not recognize the new logicboard. We should sell music this way… the whole world would go crazy!!! No, you can’t play that song, your authorizartion has expired. You have to send us an email and request a new authorization.

The result is that there won’t be Monday music, but hopefully there will be Tuesday music!

Did you know that Federico Garcia Lorca wrote two poems entitled Canción de Jinete?

One is called Canción de Jinete (1860). What does 1860 stand for?

Canción de Jinete(1860) Song of the Rider(1860)

En la luna negra In the black moon
de los bandoleros, of the highwaymen
cantan las espuelas. the spurs sing.
Caballito negro Little black horse
¿Dónde llevas tu jinete muerto? Where are you taking your dead rider?
…Las duras espuelas …The hard spurs
del bandido inmóvil of the motionless bandit
que perdió las riendas. who lost his reins.
Caballito frío. Little cold horse.
¡Qué perfume de flor de cuchillo! What a scent of knife-blossom!
En la luna negra, In the black moon
sangraba el costado bled the mountain-side
de Sierra Morena. of Sierra Morena.

You can find the rest here. The other poem by the same name can be found here. This is a wonderful line:

¡Qué perfume de flor de cuchillo! What a scent of knife-blossom!

What a scent of knife-flower!

You know already that this is the poem that inspired me to name the band Luna Negra, yes?

3 Comments

  1. yumi

    ¡Qué perfume de flor de cuchillo!
    What a scent of knife-flower!

    That is a great line. Welcome to Monday evening.

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  2. Carol

    Federico Garcia Lorca is one of the sad things I feel about only knowing English. How much I miss is unmeasurable. I know enough to know to know the loss in translation.

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  3. Kaz

    ‘Wild Geese’ Beautiful ….I agree! We often look for solutions and answers as far away as outer space, when we all know.. earth is a very sacred place. It even rhymes…
    Oh.!.and I didn’t know about the poem that inspired the ‘Luna Negra’ name, very interesting! Thx

    2 a poetic Monday!

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