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John Willy Kopperud
You picked up one flute, then another, even a third. I imagine you standing on a clearing in the forest flooded by light through leaves as your lips and nostrils vibrate and...
No other name than that of the Lady Greensleeves comes forth; just glimpses of sweet, rolling meadows beyond the pungent smell of towns. Lady, you were to blame cause I am yet another...
Gunsel DJEMAL
You were the only arrivals of my comfort and joy is it because of your loyalty? I say, is not If you never come would I be happy? I saddle my loneliness on my back then I can drive you crazy...
The beat still echoes throughout the palace. One screen hanging on a naked wall shows Ian Curtis dancing totally devoted; his voice unheard as there is no sound. Not anymore.
Type: Music/arts - Listening Party Date: Tuesday, 27 April 2010 Time: 19:00 - 23:00 Location: 3 Blind Mice Street: 5 Ravey Street Town/City: London, United Kingdom View map
The Cult of Beauty The Aesthetic Movement in Britain 1860-1900 Type: Music/arts - Exhibit Start Time: Friday, 01 April 2011 at 09:00 End Time: Sunday, 31 July 2011 at...
Celebrating St Dwynwen’s Day Poetry & music & wine to celebrate Welsh equivalent of St Valentine. Host: The Poetry Society Type: Music/arts - Performance Network: Global Date: Monday, 25...
Poetry on Armistice Day Host: The Poetry Society Type: Music/arts - Performance Network: Global Date: Wednesday, 11 November 2009 Time: 19:30 - 20:45 Location: Brockley & Ladywell Cemetery...
Marius Surleac
voice wearing a cash coat white footsteps built on spherical notes sky drove them towards blue magic sea into the winter like a summer within the beat of the drums leaf skydives away on the top of the...
God Only Knows History Of Music Part XI 2009-03-08 Rhonda wasn\'t there to help me hide the tears of joy as Carl sang and Brian made magic with harmonies. Now, on the beach of my...
A lonely moon rises withered and cold. In a dreams distance the freight-train rolls by. No more night buses or rustling birds. Ye dogs, stay inside tonight and let...
From afar stars glance down upon pitch dark waters and that lamp made of rice paper masquerading as the moon. One sound only, from the throats of frogs. A squirrels keen eyes penetrate the...
a twist of legs, a sort of side jump shadow getting wild behaviour to its happy roots no-body can resist to this merry-go-round virus “amour” is the only word remained in his dictionary the...
As you grew up the forest was all around. And that was where notes started leaving your lips. Some rose to the top of pine trees. Others descended slowly like heavy golden...
the monk softly touches a dusty piano no chords around but all in one he\'s a sort of big brother with Charlie \"the bird\" the rhythm shakes our heads dramatically fast and he hits with the...
Buddy, blue as the Moon over those streets where you quickly paced to and from those very first sessions where that new beast called Jazz appeared before unbelieving ears and...
Transparent sparrow; your R\'s like switchblades cutting through each layer of Parisian existence from the clochardes under the bridges to the flocks of birds over cathedral...
I drink myself from the cup where blood is recycled for rent in a taxidermal lighthouse broken and lonely she sits on a wooden table where others wait for the musical drug to get...
Noone is there to take that walk across your face tonight.
Soft crux of the foyer, sunken in the wet smoke drained through the stunned lips of the audience Young boys became adults … tough stuff, confirming their value on the stage From the single spot...
