Joshua, this is so beautiful! Your poem is a dance and a playful lindy-hop and makes me smile while at the same time I have goosebumps due to the depths and meaning that slumbers between the lines! Pure bliss! 😍
Thank you - kind of 'God helps those who helps themselves' as my mother, and her mother, used to say. However, this adage does not apply to helping oneself to another portion of pudding - from what I remember :)
Joshua, we look forward to what the music brings. I had to look for the song.
I lost touch with the new by 1990, and sadly my hearing aids are not up to music, but I can hear catches in my mind.
They tell me Paul travelled in Brazil.
There was a film, Black Orpheus, long ago, a haunting song among carnival rhythms that I cannot recover, though it still runs below consciousness, I guess.
After the success of Paul Simon's 1986 album 'Graceland' which drew on South African rhythms, in 1990 he brought out the album 'The Rhythm of the Saints' which used a lot of Brazilian input.
Post 1990 I kind of switched off new music as 'grunge', and 'techno' and other music strange to my ears became popular. 1960-1980 is really my era, regarding popular music.
I followed a similar arc, if 10 years or more ahead of you, probably starting with the early folk revival after Alan Lomax reached the British Isles in the 50s. I was lucky one time hearing an Irish navvy singing in the public bar of a pub on a suburban by-pass in Outer London, the summer I was carting bricks on a building site. And there was Black American music going back into the 19thC, extended my ear alongside the increasing availability of recorded music, especially Classical. The British Isle traditions took on an extra reality alongside the good old incoming Rock'n Roll.
Lovely subject by the way. There is an English traditional oral history, though we were never shown how to sing it during formal schooling. Recently, I have gone back to what I can still catch from such as, 'I sowed the Seeds of Love' and 'Bushes and Briars', in ungentrified mode. I was from the South Country. Smile.
My parents had Lonnie Donegan EPs, plus 'Peter & The Wolf' to introduce me and my brother to classical music. Neither of them were that musical but father played a bit of Ukelele (which my brother does seriously) and mother was more into theatre, & Joyce Grenfell, and would often be reciting Shakespeare, and what she called 'little ditties' types of poems. I have all her old books. She often recited the poem 'Greenfly' (1934) (by Reginald Arkell [1882-1959]) which is now on my recital list.
Pure Pleasure! Thank You!
Thank you. All is well with the world
Rolls along at a merry old trot. Thoroughly enjoyed reading out loud.
I can't help but wonder if this could be written with a sandwich rhyming scheme though....say ABBA 🤣🤣
I can give it a go - a poetic challenge is always welcome.
Joshua, this is so beautiful! Your poem is a dance and a playful lindy-hop and makes me smile while at the same time I have goosebumps due to the depths and meaning that slumbers between the lines! Pure bliss! 😍
Thank you so much, Sadhbh. It's all in the dance of life :)
Indeed it is
Fun fun fun again.
“it’s over to you
just move how you feel more alive …”. Yep! Thanks Josh. xx
Thank you - kind of 'God helps those who helps themselves' as my mother, and her mother, used to say. However, this adage does not apply to helping oneself to another portion of pudding - from what I remember :)
😀xx
Great! Woke up this morning with it ringing in my ears.
To the Royal Muse.... Smile
Hers is the song and dance of it
Rings the changes
Rhyme to our tunes
Rhythm to reason
Hearts on our sleeve, each badge
A star if heaven it please.
Thank you Philip. 'The Rhythm of the Saints' is currently buzzing through my ears.
Joshua, we look forward to what the music brings. I had to look for the song.
I lost touch with the new by 1990, and sadly my hearing aids are not up to music, but I can hear catches in my mind.
They tell me Paul travelled in Brazil.
There was a film, Black Orpheus, long ago, a haunting song among carnival rhythms that I cannot recover, though it still runs below consciousness, I guess.
After the success of Paul Simon's 1986 album 'Graceland' which drew on South African rhythms, in 1990 he brought out the album 'The Rhythm of the Saints' which used a lot of Brazilian input.
Post 1990 I kind of switched off new music as 'grunge', and 'techno' and other music strange to my ears became popular. 1960-1980 is really my era, regarding popular music.
I followed a similar arc, if 10 years or more ahead of you, probably starting with the early folk revival after Alan Lomax reached the British Isles in the 50s. I was lucky one time hearing an Irish navvy singing in the public bar of a pub on a suburban by-pass in Outer London, the summer I was carting bricks on a building site. And there was Black American music going back into the 19thC, extended my ear alongside the increasing availability of recorded music, especially Classical. The British Isle traditions took on an extra reality alongside the good old incoming Rock'n Roll.
Lovely subject by the way. There is an English traditional oral history, though we were never shown how to sing it during formal schooling. Recently, I have gone back to what I can still catch from such as, 'I sowed the Seeds of Love' and 'Bushes and Briars', in ungentrified mode. I was from the South Country. Smile.
My parents had Lonnie Donegan EPs, plus 'Peter & The Wolf' to introduce me and my brother to classical music. Neither of them were that musical but father played a bit of Ukelele (which my brother does seriously) and mother was more into theatre, & Joyce Grenfell, and would often be reciting Shakespeare, and what she called 'little ditties' types of poems. I have all her old books. She often recited the poem 'Greenfly' (1934) (by Reginald Arkell [1882-1959]) which is now on my recital list.
Good theatre! Smile.
Glad took this dance pause!
May rulers learn, children play
“soulful... gleeful... true.”
Thank you Marisol
Dance may save the world
Universal hope.