Tonight II (Other Plans)

No, no, no

I cannot come tonight
No, no, no
I have got other plans tonight.
I promised that I'd stay in 

To help a friend with folding road maps

But we will go out,
I promise, we'll hang out another night.

No, no, no

I cannot come tonight
No, no, no
I have got other plans tonight

I promised that I'd stay in 

I'll be waiting for the clock to move

But we will go out

I promise we'll talk another night.

No, no, no

I cannot come tonight
No, no, no
I have got other plans tonight

But sure you have lots of things to do
Fall with water, work with fire

So see you later, I cannot come tonight.
Not tonight.
Not any other night.

The Smiths - How Soon is Now

Blue Birdhouse

blue birdhouse 
blue birdhouse, 
blue housebird, 
house bluebird, 
bird houseblue
in the river

Tonight

bits of poems are twisting around me
like ropes
like hopes
made of wire.
suspended.

Do you count the looks I failed to hide from you? Do I count heartbreaks
Or the words that you spared?
In a desert
Would you count
                           the
                                sand?
I have forgotten
Now...
You don't feel
You don't feel
You don't feel lost anymore.

***

Tonight
I should have been smiling at somebody else.

totally random... after a night out when  I was not really supposed to be out. I had some thoughts that made sense I swear... but all sense disappeared the moment I went out of the shower. :D

Of Violins, air and more

A couple of mysterious violins could be seen from the central staircase of Trinity College today.

They, allegedly, have something to do with an upcoming string music festival in the college.

Despite the originality of the idea, not everyone was happy with it. 'This can only happen in Trinity', exclaimed an appalled string player, imagining a cello being hung in the air like that.

It is, however, not the first time the staircase is involved in such unconventional installations. During the John Cage festival in October 2012 there was a bird cage suspended from the ceiling and one could hear bird-whistling all the way to up. Even earlier, the staircase - as well as the courtyard and main entrance - was stage for a bunch of dancers who were lying with their faces down on the stairs or standing or in weird positions - all in complete silence. I remember how totally bizarre I felt that day, walking in college with a pineapple and a black toy cat in my bag and thinking that it could get more strange than that and seeing this.

I asked, what was the meaning of it.

'It is art, it doesn't have to have a meaning', 

- a friend said.
That's fair enough as the main beauty of conceptual things, art or whatever, is in being not allegoric but applicable, e.g. there could be as many an idea behind something, as many people are experiencing it. Still I wonder... there is something beyond a 'right answer' I'm looking for when I ask for the meaning. Not yet sure what it is exactly, though.

Back to the violins. To me they look as if they are flying. Apparently, art can defy gravity. Or at least violins can - when suspended on metal wire.

 

I wonder

Fifty shades or resignation,
And a silver lining to your hair;
Some strings should remain untouched, 
Some answers should remain unquestioned.
The forecast for tomorrow is that 
                     there will be weather, 
Again. 
          I wonder -
Where do the guilty looks live when it rains?
Where do they to sleep at night?

Over the River (Leave If You Must)

Island to island,
Shore to shore,
Sorry I burned the bridges,
Sorry I tried to keep you all to myself.

Now you can lean on me 
As you jump 
                   over the river.

Winter's back!

Apparently, despite the calendar, Spring has no intention to come and settle in Greenwich whatsoever. Just to think that a couple of days ago everything actually looked like this:

 (Including the window, as, not surprisingly, I was practicing most of the time). This morning, however, in addition to the traditional gushing of wind through my ill-insulated PVC window, I woke up to see some serious snowing going on. With snowflakes floating in the air and all. Bright side is, I get to share some photos from a similar in spirit (but lovely, at the time) occasion in January from my college campus and the surroundings.
Hope you enjoy :)

If only

If only I could sing,
Then I would try to please your ear
And leave out what I really think;

If only I could dance,
Then, surely, maybe you would grant me
With a first, or even second glance.

If only I could love,
Then I'd never ever mention it

In case you've had enough;

If only I could rhyme,
Then I would tell you all I mean

And it wouldn't be a crime.

This is feeble and crap but, just because it is a Friday night; and because failure today is not as bad as it would normally seem to be. Also, because it is springtime, although the weather outside still doesn't know it.