under another sun

A Gnome at the feet of Giants Reading more about the root chakra at lunchtime, and I think I need to open mine up. And one of the ways to open it up, I discover, is to hug trees and imagine their roots. Perhaps I shall steal off tomorrow lunchtime for a quick cuddle with a conifer in the graveyard. Nothing eccentric about that is there? No sir. There was a free folk CD with Mojo magazine last month called The Quiet Revolution . I don't know much about folk music, as it seems perilously close to Morris Dancing. And waving hankies and brandishing sticks at one another while dancing like white people is an offence against nature. Anyway, there was track by someone called Davy Graham on it who was, I've learnt, a guitarist trailblazer in the sixties. The CD features an amazing, previously unreleased, track called Blues Raga , which was recorded in 1967. This reminds me slightly of some of Alice Coltrane's work. And as its name suggests, the tune is a bit like a raga, but played...

Two Wrongs might make a right Woke up with a realisation that has been staring me in the face for several years. While off sick this week I have been listening to radio plays, and the first thing I thought this morning was that my play Wrong , which has seen a couple of low profile-performances, is ideal for radio given a few minor tweaks. The play lasts half an hour and there is a 30 minute slot on R4 three times a week. Converting it is a matter of hours, and I did a little of that this morning. Anton dropped in for a cup of tea, and showed me on the map the route of a long walk he did last week starting at Devil's Dyke. I can't wait to be doing the same soon. Sophie phoned too. She said she had thought of me in Greece when she attended an open air reading of Cavafis poems. I love modern Greek poetry, and miss Greece. I've got to take myself off again one day. In the afternoon Sarah came down. She has firm opinions about how to get better, which involves targeting the roo...