While breakfasting enjoyably on a pork and garlic sausage (with a smidge of mustard) sandwich, I discovered that A Sparrow at 30,000 Feet, and Winter Train two poems which I posted here a month or so ago are just about to be published on a New York site called Rogue Scholars. I submitted them in December last year I think and on hearing nowt I presumed they had been rejected, so it was a nice surprise.
Left Brighton at 9:00am and off to Edgware to see Mum and Mase.
Listening to my first podcast on the train: the first of this year's Reith lectures by Daniel Barenboim. The lecture was largely about the relationship between sound and silence. He used the analogy of gravity. That to lift something up requires energy and if you no longer apply that energy the object returns to the ground. With energy sound is created, and with no energy it drops back into silence. This falling away he said was the origin of tragedy in music. Each note fighting against silence that wants to make it die.
All fascinating stuff for me, with my obsession with silence. Funnily none of the questions afterward delved into this further. It's as if nobody heard the silence stuff, despite it dominating his lecture.
Walked from Mill Hill to Edgware and then spent the day enjoyably hanging out with Mum and Mase, and Di who was also here. Return of enormous tiredness again after lunch and had a sleep in the afternoon. An early and blameless night beckons.
Left Brighton at 9:00am and off to Edgware to see Mum and Mase.
Listening to my first podcast on the train: the first of this year's Reith lectures by Daniel Barenboim. The lecture was largely about the relationship between sound and silence. He used the analogy of gravity. That to lift something up requires energy and if you no longer apply that energy the object returns to the ground. With energy sound is created, and with no energy it drops back into silence. This falling away he said was the origin of tragedy in music. Each note fighting against silence that wants to make it die.
All fascinating stuff for me, with my obsession with silence. Funnily none of the questions afterward delved into this further. It's as if nobody heard the silence stuff, despite it dominating his lecture.
Walked from Mill Hill to Edgware and then spent the day enjoyably hanging out with Mum and Mase, and Di who was also here. Return of enormous tiredness again after lunch and had a sleep in the afternoon. An early and blameless night beckons.
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