No Road (Philip Larkin)

Since we agreed to let the road between us
Fall to disuse,
And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us,
And turned all time’s eroding agents loose,
Silence, and space, and strangers – our neglect
Has not had much effect.

Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown;
No other change.
So clear it stands, so little overgrown,
Walking that way tonight would not seem strange,
And still would be allowed. A little longer,
And time would be the stronger,

Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty.
Not to prevent it is my will’s fulfillment.
Willing it, my ailment.


Rastak is a very talented folk group from Iran. They are like a living encyclopedia of Iranian folk music. Professionally trained and highly versatile in being able to play many instruments and styles they travel to different regions of Iran and visit old masters and bring their music to the concert halls around the world.

Each region has its influences. This particular piece is a Bandari (port music or southern coast music) has an African/Portuguese influence. There was a lot of trade with Africa, India and the Arab regions in those ports and foreign sailors brought their mix of percussion and wind instruments to those regions.

Rastak also produce music of regions influenced by Baluch, Azari, Kurdish, Khorasani, Lori and central Asian regions.

The lyrics range from well-known folk songs to adaptations of classic poetry of Omar Khayyam.

Their music is available for sale via the following link:

http://www.rastak.ir/#!music/c13gm


Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Aaah…”
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Aaah…”
Oh, but he watches so sadly -
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly,
But each day when she walks to the sea,
She looks straight ahead – not at he…
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn’t see…

Oh, but he sees her so sadly -
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly,
But each day when she walks to the sea,
She looks straight ahead – not at he…
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn’t see…
She just doesn’t see…
No, she doesn’t see…
But she doesn’t see…
She doesn’t see…
No, she doesn’t see…




 

This is a short film that demonstrates the power of good screen writing.



Motoi Yamamoto’s “Return to the Sea: Saltworks” — Spoleto Festival USA at the College of Charleston


This is one of the funniest sketches that I have ever seen.

JR Ted talk Turn the world inside out


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