POETRY: REPUBLIC OF FIJI by DAVID EGGLETON
- Republic of Fiji
~Shared from the book, Whetu Moana [Sea of Stars]: Contemporary Polynesian Poetry in English (eds: Albert Wendt, Reina Whaitiri and Robert Sullivan) via Hawaii University’s website. To read more, click on link. Posted Hollywood, California USA. 12.15.10 by Sam Cruickshank~
A SONG FOR HOLLYWOOD KIWIS – HE KAKANO, AN ORNAMENT OF GRACE
For educational purposes –here’s some waiata light (songlight) from Hollywood today–in Te Reo Rangatira, the Maori language.
Gorgeous poetic lyrics.
So uplifting – an ornament of grace for the spirit in a diverse world.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 12.6.10~
FROM SULLEN EARTH SINGS HYMNS, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE’S SONNET 29
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Haply I think on thee: and then my state,
Like to the Lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymn… [go here]
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 12.2.10~
29 POEM
29 walked to freedom
in that place
of our shared
recovery.
*
We will live
as Enoch
for we have
majestic Spirit.
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A REQUEST FOR A POEM
Dear Sam,
Have you thought of writing a poem for the miners of Pike River? x Zia.
Dear Zia,
No. There are no words. x Sam
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 11.30.10~
CAFE AU LAIT FOR TWO AT THE POLYNESIAN SOUL CAFE – WEST HOLLYWOOD 11.28.10
Malo e lelei from California via Samoan-Kiwis in Hawaii singing the universally loved, ancient poetic psalm of King David of Israel. :)
Music from two brothers of the group, Adeaze.
Salamo e luasefulu ma le fitu
O le fuaiupu muamua
Ma le fuaiupu e sefulu ma le fa
The Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear Lord
The Lord is the strength of my life
Whom shall I be afraid
Wait on the Lord
Be of good courage
And he shall strengthen your heart
Wait I say on the Lord, wait I say on the Lord
The Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear Lord
VERSE 2
O le atua o lo’u malamalama
Ma lo’u fa’aolataga
O ai ou te fefe iai
O le atua o ia o le malosi
I lo’u olaga
O ai ou te fefe iai
Fa a ta li mo le atua
Ia fa ama losi
E fa amalosi lo’u agaga
Fa a ta li mo le atua
Fa a ta li mo le atua
Chorus
Whom shall I be afraid – till end
[Lyrics via sing365.Com]
~A singing birthday card for The Maori Rose of Sharon of Nga Puhi and Ngati Whatua Maori tribes, on her birthday, 2010. Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 11.28.10. Excuse distortion, Polynesian artists are still waiting on times to change, before we can truly rock it out in Hollywood in a culturally meaningful way. In the meantime, this is it! Enjoy.~
HONE TUWHARE’S NO ORDINARY SUN POEM – IN REMEMBRANCE OF WORLD EVENTS 11.24.10
No Ordinary Sun by Hone Tuwhare for lost Māwhera Miners & Korea North & South Tree let your arms fall: raise them not sharply in supplication to the bright enhaloed cloud. Let your arms lack toughness and resilience for this is no mere axe to blunt nor fire to smother. Your sap shall not rise again to the moon’s pull. No more incline a deferential head to the wind’s talk, or stir to the tickle of coursing rain. Your former shagginess shall not be wreathed with the delightful flight of birds nor shield nor cool the ardour of unheeding lovers from the monstrous sun. Tree let your naked arms fall nor extend vain entreaties to the radiant ball. This is no gallant monsoon’s flash, no dashing trade wind’s blast. The fading green of your magic emanations shall not make pure again these polluted skies . . . for this is no ordinary sun. O tree in the shadowless mountains the white plains and the drab sea floor your end at last is written.
Source – Hone Tuwhare Poems
[Image: Aunt Elvis/ Aunt Elvira's typewriter, November 2010, California USA. Bottom Image - Māwhera Quay or Greymouth 1919 courtesy of New Zealand History.Net] (more…)
CLOUD, STAR, LAMP AGAINST BLUE SKIES – 11.22.10
One for Chinese poets: Cloud. Star. Lamp as inspiration. California Skies this holiday season are always so groovy.
Somewhere in this picture there’s a Black Hawk chopper flying in the sky over the Russian-Jewish community of Little Russia, West Hollywood today.
It was noisy for a little wasp-like contraption. :)
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 11.22.10~
POETRY – LAKE WAKATIPU
Your majestic beauty is as lofty summits reflected from laker depths of shimmering blue—Lake Wakatipu, Horiwood.
Transforma el desierto en estanque de aguas, y la tierra seca en manantiales—Salmo, Libreria
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA.
LIVE KIWI JAZZ – CAITLIN SMITH – BATHE IN THE RIVER
For those who grew up, bathing in an Oak Ridge River - laughing lots as kids and dreaming big spirit dreams for the world… this one’s for you.
Caitlin Smith sings Bathe in the River.
Poetic Lyrics by Don McGlashan: Mighty water, hear that rushing sound.
Mighty water, lay my burden down…
Bathe in the River. :)
~Pretty music. Makes me think of Billie Holiday‘s hotness as an artist. She was the sound of a smoky reed saxophone on a blue moon night, beaming freedom’s sound of jazz light across river Jordan. Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 11.6.10. Labasa Fiji, Ni Sa Bula Vinaka. Woot!~
POETIC COUTURE by MISS TESSA
The paddocks
looked like
beautiful
and the sheep
looked like
beaded pearls.
~Sublimely stunning poetry today. Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 10.15.10~
POETRY – OUR ART OF UKELELE SWAY
In the womb of memory, we all play
in the Crescent, hollow of Berry bay
harmonics full, never off pitch
our art of ukelele sway.
Cars slush along streets, Hollywood today
the downtrodden, looking more so,
victims of games political people play.
“Feel the rush, of the kill, of the pills
that make us an empire of gossipy thrills,”
the people say on lofty Hills.
No thanks. Feet on the ground in reality.
Shitty as it is, at times.
I’m owning this America.
Spirit rises anyway, memory rich,
thinking of our art of ukelele sway.
Umai e ki…
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 10.6.10. From @ Tu Ata~
A TED HUGHES GRIEF POEM FOR SYLVIA PLATH IS DISCOVERED
As we know, everyone is grieving something in the world right now. The UK’s answer today, is literary, in the form of a newly discovered Ted Hughes poem, read out on radio, he penned the night his wife Sylvia Plath died, aged 30.
New York Times gives a hint of a few lines of it, the night Hughes wrote the poem after Plath’s death. The poem, “Last Letter,” opens with Hughes imagining Plath’s “final night,” and includes the lines:
“Then a voice like a selected weapon / or a carefully measured injection / coolly delivered its four words deep into my ear / your wife is dead.”
Melvyn Bragg, accompanied by Mr. Hughes’s widow Carol, found the manuscript in the British Library. It will appear in Thursday’s edition of the New Statesman. The UK Guardian, touts that Hughes labored over three drafts of the poem, with many lines barely decipherable through reworking. Diva, please.
Lord Bragg, a writer and broadcaster, told the Guardian he believes the poem belongs with the “Birthday Letters” sequence of poems addressed to Plath by Mr. Hughes.
Who didn’t love Sylvia Plath, one of the most gifted poets who questioned society, systems, roles people were meant to do and live. Plath said, why? what for? what’s the purpose of this? She became a voice through asking these questions in the 50′s and early sixties. She was women’s answer, in the questions she dared to ask in her poems?
I wonder how many people, are in roles, because they’re told to be. Not because their spirit, has guided them there. Or their passion is there either? Plath and Hughes wrote poems for themselves and each other, to make sense of their ‘nothing much happens existence, other than work to survive.’ So their literature perhaps makes a statement today, in how the U.K could be feeling.
A good literary ‘find’ via the U.K. A reminder to writers to always write, your words will outlive you, for generations to come.
[Image, Ted Hughes with wife Sylvia Plath and Ted's parents, Edith and William Hughes, 1956, 18 Rugby St.]
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 10.6.10~
FLOWER POETRY – 10.1.10
without a trace
your touch
can erase
lies.
~Flowers above my doorpost and the clouds above Hollywood Hills. Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood CA. Today. 10.1.10~
OCEANS OF ENCOURAGEMENT LIKE CHICKEN TORTILLA SOUP FOR THE SOUL
Just like from a painting, poet Uncle Emile knocked on the door this morning.
On the agenda today was feeding me up on chicken tortilla soup and a sturdy cobb salad with balsamic vinaigrette dressing, Kanim family encouragement and a reminder that “our whole family loves you.”
We were very French Market today, philosophical poetic as vast as the ocean wide, limitless, expansive; washing over pebbles of Santa Monica Blvd heat. Fresh tides of goodness, of them there is no end in the presence of a friend.
Ironically we were nowhere near France, but we ‘were’ in France via Lebanon, Montreal, Paris, USA thinking on this day. Emile always alters time and space and location for me. He’s old school world wisdom. Timeless.
Thanks Uncle Emile. Even on a sweltering California beach day, you’re always the coolest. Emile always reminds me, that the Art of Encouragement is one of the greatest arts of all. Thank you.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 9.26.10~
BOOK LAUNCH EVENT – MAURI OLA POETRY BOOK
Who: Mauri Ola poetry book, Contemporary Polynesian Poetry in English
What: The long-awaited follow up, to Whetu Moana, the first anthology of Polynesian poets, ever published in English taught in Universities worldwide.
Editors: Reina Whaitiri, Robert Sullivan, Dr. Albert Wendt
Publisher: Auckland University Press (AUP)
Where: Fale Pasifika Complex, University of Auckland, New Zealand.
When: Wednesday, 22 September, 5.30-7.30pm.
Featured Poets: Not sure but I hear Selina Marsh is really hot in it. Here’s one poet’s samples in the new collection.
RSVP: Christine O’Brien
Hollywood Book Lanch News: Novel reading. October 2nd 2010 @ 3pm, Westwood Borders location. Go here to Westside Today for the deets.
[Mauri Ora Tatou. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to us all]
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 9.15.10~
QUOTE OF THE DAY – JOHN KEY FOR CHRISTCHURCH CITY – 9.5.10
Foreign Press Pick: “We are here to support them. We are not going to let Christchurch suffer this great tragedy on its own”–New Zealand Prime Minister John Key, via NPR.
[John Key, son of George Ernest Key and Ruth Lazar is pictured here with Brooke Fraser]
For the second time this Labor Weekend, USA, here’s Brooke on this blog, with her song, Still Standing [Shadowfeet].
Quote of the weekend from Brooke (again): “When the world is falling out from under me, I’ll be found in You, still standing… Whispers of a well-lit way.”
Let’s go New Zealand. Up!
~This live performance at Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London. Full lyrics follow after the jump for resilient inspiration. Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 9.5.10~
[This image: Silver Fern imprint art in Sand, Bethells Beach, New Zealand]
JAZZ by TONI MORRISON
One of the most beautiful poetic books I’ve ever read has got to be the prose of Nobel Peace Prize winner Toni Morrison in her book, Jazz.
Quintessential American literature. In any country who loves people. For a sneak peak, go here.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 9.5.10~
LYRICS UNDERWOOD – BRANDON FLOWER’S MAGDALENA
Think Kerouac, Dylan, Springsteen all in one. Here’s the lyrics, this time round, of artist Brandon Flowers song Magdalena.
Please don’t tell me I can’t make it
It aint gonna do me any good
And please don’t offer me your modern method
By fixing the carpets out of wood
From long alleys to Magdalena
There are 60 miles of sacred road
And the promise is made to those who venture
San Francisco lift your load
In the land of old Sonora
A shallow river valley cries
The summer left her without forgiveness
It’s mirrored in her children’s eyes
(…) sons and wayward daughters
Carry mandalas that they made
He delivered from the debts of darkness
And born again by candlelight
And born again my candlelight
Blisters on my feet
Wooden rosary
A (…) in my pocket as I ran
[Image: Fine Art America]
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 9.5.10~
BRANDON FLOWERS ADMITS HE LIKES THE SAME MUSIC AS HIS MOM
“Please don’t tell me I won’t make it. That’s not going to do me any good. The promise is made to those who venture, San Francisco lift your load. I know I can be forgiven, with the broken heart of Mexico”–Brandon Flowers, Magdalena lyrics.
Musicrooms is reporting today that singer-songwriter, Brandon Flowers admits to growing up liking the same music as his mom.
Brandon’s mom used to listen to Brit punk bands and know all their ballads lyrics so she was kind of cool.
Go to MR to read the cute story. Already iTunes Ping, is changing the music distribution landscape with music stories like this. And to listen to Flowers new song, Magdalena, go here to Some Kind of Awesome for a right treat.
He’s early Bob Dylan and an early Bruce Springsteen fusion. As a poetic lyricist he’s hot.
<span><a href=”http://soundcloud.com/somekindofawesome/brandon-flowers-magdalena-radio-rip”>Brandon Flowers – “Magdalena” (Radio Rip)</a> by <a href=”http://soundcloud.com/somekindofawesome”>Some Kind of Awesome</a></span>
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 9.4.10~
MAYOR JOHN BANKS AND HINEWEHI MOHI SHINE TODAY FROM AUCKLAND CITY
Auckland Mayor John Banks poses with Maori diva songstress Hinewehi Mohi.
Let’s go Auckland City for Christchurch City today.
Go here to see, act and make a difference.
Here’s Hinewehi‘s song of her great love for her daughter Hineraukatauri of Oceania for inspiration and motivation to act and love today, in the poetic indigenous Maori language of New Zealand. The song was penned by Hinewehi and sustainable environment advocate, Jaz Coleman (pictured below) of the Prague Symphony Orchestra residency fame, and, creator of two eco-villages in the South Pacific and Chile.
Up!
[Image courtesy of C.H campaign blog]
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 9.4.10~
BOB DYLAN’S LYRICS SOLD AT SOTHEBY’S TO HEDGE FUND MANAGER FOR $422,500
Bob Dylan - the great songwriter of America – wrote anthems that have written American history.
It’s no surprise then that Mr Dylan’s handwritten lyrics for The Times They Are A-Changin‘ landed a whopping, $US422,500 at Sotheby’s in New York. Hedge-fund manager Adam Sender beat five other bidders for the folk-music artifact.
”Bob Dylan’s lyrics are not terribly rare,” said Selby Kiffer, senior vice-president and head of books and manuscripts at Sotheby’s.
”He has a tremendous output. However, to have lyrics of such a seminal song is unusual.”
And how exactly has a hedge fun manager got this kind of dosh to throw around on amazing works of art like this? A-ha! *jokes*
To all of us, who don’t have a lazy almost-half-a-mil stashed in the milk money jar to buy an original Bob Dylan penned masterpiece, here’s the lyrics to the song after the leap. Enjoy. Pure poetry.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 12.12.10~
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