I feels odd, it being the 21st June already. The longest daylight of the year, and it seems as though it should be the middle of summer when it arrives. Normally it feels that way, but not this year. Have you seen the smart TV ad where they put screens over the windows of the train? The song in it is beautiful and having discovered the artist, have been listening to her music over the past few days. There seem to be a lot of "fan snobs" who get really annoyed at people for discovering new musicians from commercials. That is how I have found almost all of my favourite singers and bands though. I think anything that gets the artist known to more people is a good thing.
Anyway, I give you a lovely little song by the same artist, Vashti Bunyan, perfect for today.
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21 June 2011
Summer Solstice
01 April 2010
NaPoWriMo...Day One
- Put your iPod or iTunes (or other mp3 player) on shuffle. (If you don’t have a music player that shuffles, you can choose CD or album titles at random from your collection by writing several titles down on little slips of paper … works the same way.)
- Write down the first five titles that come up. No cheating allowed!
- Use all five titles to draft a new poem. They have to be used intact — you can interrupt them with punctuation, but you may not remove or change words.
We walked by the bridge
me and she, beautiful lover of mine
We watched the water flow
ramble on beneath the pines
We ate the lunch she made
and talked of love, that sweet emotion
We sailed our ship to China
crossed that deep deep ocean
She left while I lay napping
woken by the buzzing of the fly
I called her to ask where she was
She said it was fun, but goodbye
I said how about tomorrow?
'No. Accept it, life just isn't fair'
But she came anyways to the bridge and the river
We watched the clouds, the sunlight in her hair
She left again, but I knew she would return
Every day, to the river and the bridge
Tomorrow we would swim,
the next day climb the ridge
Free as birds, no commitments
Except to always call
Asking 'Where are you?'
nothing comes easy after all
My five titles:
Lover of Mine
The Fly
Nothing Comes Easy
Ramble On
Sweet Emotion
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