Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Filigree



is that an angel or a tree
this silhouette of desire
that hangs above me
reaching across waters
transcending time
to stir up the embers
of a fire i let die

nh

Advances in Technology

Monday, April 20, 2009

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Sometimes Nails Will Weep



not in this day buddy
there is no place for it
everything is a joke now
everything
why can't we just slow the hell down
and actually speak to one another
feel the others presence
like a rat on the shoulder sniffing at your ear
to afraid to let the screens go dark
we raise our walls and build our fences
and sometimes the nails will weep
will we continue to whitewash them over
or let the stains show thru
nh

Heels & Blades

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Peace House Concert


Thanks to Jason & Penny Jo for hosting such a nice night.
photo: Corey Hayes www.coreyhayesphoto.com
(I am available for house concerts.)
You can contact Laura Thomas: www.comboplatebooking.com

Monday, February 16, 2009

Accidental Art


Walking along a sidewalk path and came across this odd, burnt formation.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

A Violinist in the Metro


(I found this story online)

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes that the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats average $100 each.
Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


photo:Yves Klein: Leap Into the Void, 1960

i find it fascinating, though not surprising, when millionaires and billionaires start throwing themselves out of windows and in front of trains after losing their fortunes in times of financial crisis. i would think that if a person has the ability, the drive, and the vision to achieve such success, that they would apply those same traits to their new situation. but to actually take your own life because of the loss of money or status is bizarre to me, if not a little pathetic.
is it embarrassment? is it the fear of living without an expected level of comfort? is it shame for the way in which the success might have been gained? is it guilt for those whose lives were also affected by those actions? is it the "seeming" loss of power and freedom? or is it the stark realization of being forced to face who and what one really is when everything else is stripped away? perhaps that presentation of self, or lack of, is what takes them to the ledge. i certainly don't know. but i'd like to think that if i were in their shoes. i would instead, take a leap into the void and soar into the discoveries that this new life would present.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Scotland







Fell in love with this place and the people on the last tour. It is the land of my ancestors and felt strangely familiar though i had never been before. Cannot wait to return.

Stoke On Trent





Woke to the morning fog of the English countryside. I almost expected to see a dragon raise it's head from out of the mist.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

"Art is central to all our lives, not just the better-off and educated. Every child ever born, they all want to hear and to tell stories, to sing, to make music, to act out little dramas, to paint pictures, to make sculptures. This is born in and we breed it out. And then, when we have bred it out, we say that art is elitest, and at the same time we either fetishize it with high prices, jargon and inaccessibility. Or we ignore it altogether. The truth is, artist or not, we are all born on the creative continuum and that is a heritage and a birthright of all our lives."
- Jeanette Winterson

Monday, December 8, 2008

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Cargoes


A section of the poem "Cargoes" by John Masefield. It reads even better when spoken with a Tom Waits voice.

Newcastle


the train rumbled itself into being
took me further still from you
passed river, brick and spire
and carts of fish and fruit
one hundred hungry nights
fueled the longing of a fool
for the soft touch of a woman
in a world both kind and cruel
NH

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

"It's been a long, a long time comin' but i know...a change is gonna come!"
- Sam Cooke