Ten Years After, 1968I have alot of music to thank Tumblr for recently. Thanks Tumblr.
1. a collection of dried plants mounted, labelled, and systematically arranged for use in scientific study.
2. a place or institution where such a collection is kept.
Etymology: from Latin herba (grass, green plants) + –arium (suffix for a place or device containing or associated with).
This room has often been confused for ‘a herbarium’. Mostly by me, or anyone with a nose who happens to walk nearby.
Life is being awfully awfully kind to me again. I’m really enjoying the change from my old house; the roof falling in at the start of January, the gutters caving in under the snow in March, and the lack of secure thought following the irreversible rotting of the hinges on the back door to the alley.
There were big gates closing the alley off from the street, but during bin collection the gates would be open for a few days. During those months and days the safety of my pets and belongings and myself would keep me either locked in the house unhappy, or far away from the house untill I had to be there for work.
These days I love life, and basically live the dream.
Moving out of this place today, which means moving all my animal buddies. This chap (‘gumtree’, my Anery Corn Snake) has folded himself into the handiest shape for moving house. Love it when they do stuff like this.
The place I’m sitting in this morning, the paint is coming off the walls for the damp beneath it, the gutters fell off during the snow in March and the backdoor into the alley fell off the hinges about 2 months ago, my ability to relax also fell off the hinges on the same day so here’s to a better start!
I’m going to start using Tumblr as a bit more of a tool, instead of just crying like an adolescent and stealing pictures from everybody. A place to share insights, apposed to flaunting what I’ve given half a seconds thought to. The last 8 months have been a journey.
“Every band leader—Basie, Ellington, Goodman—is an authority figure to his players; few, though, consider themselves religious prophets.”
Albert Mobilio on jazz musician, artist, and “cosmic philosopher” Sun Ra.
Reminds me of a guy I met outside a bar in Belfast. Guy told me that NO bands these days act as if they are the most dominant people in the room. He was sick of kids getting up, staring at their shoes with their moppy hair and lack of charisma. Man had a point, but also failed to acknowledge a holistic view on anything.
Let the glass we smash be doubt,
the wine free will,
the bouquet, a mosaic of mercies.
On ritual’s stage, each prop represents.
Symbolic as the Red Sea’s courtesy:
the miracle was faith—not dry land.
Make this a day of amnesia
when we forget tattered truths and lidded counsel
the Angel of Death’s demands.
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