Lightning

May 6, 2018 § Leave a comment

 

As a young man I avidly read all the works of Hermann Hesse…Steppenwolf, Demian, Narziss und Goldmund etc etc but my favourite of all his stories is the short novella Klingsor’s Last Summer. It shimmers with life and colour. On my way out tonight I filmed this short burst of video and this quotation came to mind:-

Life passes like a flash of lightning
Whose blaze barely lasts long enough to see.
While the earth and the sky stand still forever
How swiftly changing time flies across man’s face.
O you who sit over your full cup and do not drink,
Tell me whom are you still waiting for?
~ from Klingsor’s Last Summer by Hermann Hesse (1877–1962)

 

Maybe 40 years has passed since I read that story for the first time. I am now 58.

Keep your eyes wide open and catch all those colours as they flash in front of your eyes.

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Duet for Bird and Clarinet

February 1, 2018 § Leave a comment

A little live improvisation in the garden at baan3ongs on the outskirts of Bangkok

Watch “Improvisation.. Clarinet And Harmonium” on YouTube

January 19, 2018 § Leave a comment

You might not know… I started playing clarinet a couple if months ago and recently started coupling it with harmonium. Have a listen.

Watch “Cuckoo” on YouTube

July 21, 2017 § Leave a comment

A new shakuhachi improvisation recorded today

“Grey Wind” on YouTube

July 20, 2017 § Leave a comment

I drove home last night under a dark lowering sky, happy to be reaching shelter before the storm broke over Baan3ongs. The birds were doing the same, rushing back to their nests. A moment and feeling to capture.

Ive been working at trying to play the shakuhachi zen flute for a while, one made from pvc plumbing pipe which was given to me by my friend Mehdi.

If I never play another tune I would be content with this one.

Lotus Field

April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

silence movie

Advanced Soul

August 4, 2015 § Leave a comment

I’m  currently  re-reading, or rather listening, to the monumental novel ‘Underworld’ by Don DeLillo. A magnificent piece of writing, having waste and our relationship to it as one of its strong underlying themes. Mr Delillo has the gift of being able to write about a landfill site and make the hairs on your body stand on end with the sheer beauty and lyricism of his prose. That’s how it affects me anyway. I don’t want to write any more about that – read it for yourself, it may do nothing for you.

What I do want to bring to your attention is this – an image that presented itself to me this morning as I pulled up at the lights in Bangbuathong.

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What??? Is that a man in there? – sitting in the crushing jaws of a rubbish truck? It can’t be.

It was,… but no ordinary man…not to me.

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Take a closer look.

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He is not just sitting there at all. I obviously don’t  know anything about him and don’t presume anything either. I sat behind him for about 4 minutes, observing him in my air conditioned car, behind my darkly tinted windscreen, waiting for the lights. He transfixed me.
He sat there like a rock star in a mincing machine, amongst someone else’s rotting waste, in the tropical heat, and dragging on his cigarette in quiet contemplation.
I would just like to ask you (and no need to answer) – When was the last time you were comparably so at peace with your world?  When were you last this cool?

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