Music and update
Monday, October 05, 2020
I 'm out of the studio today, down with symptoms again from mystery (Covid?) virus that Howard and I contracted early in the spring. These virus relapses have been getting shorter, at least, so I hope to be back in a day or two. (Touch wood.)
In the meantime, here's a wee bit of Monday Music: the latest video from Irish filmmaker Myles O'Reilly, whose work I love. He says:
"I managed to escape the pale to visit the extraordinary medieval town of Clonmel for this next musical yarn, and a yarn it truly is. There I met with the legend John Spillane and a very humble and inspiring puppeteer by the name of Des Dillon. The beautiful characters which Des brings to life in this video are just the right amount of joy to serve as an affective antidote to all the noise out there."
Visit O'Reilly's website to see more of Irish music films, and his Patreon page to support this work.
The illustrations above art by Inga Moore. All rights to the film and art in this post reserved by the filmmaker and artist.
HI Terri
First, I send you good thoughts, prayers and wishes for a quick recovery and hope you are resting comfortably. Secondly, I want to say what a joy this video is with the song, puppetry and scenery. This really beautified my morning and I thank you for sharing it!!!!!
Please take care
My best to you and yours
Wendy
Posted by: Wendy Howe | Monday, October 05, 2020 at 05:48 PM
Yes, and yes, just as Wendy said. The video made me smile from beginning to end!! Thank you. Take care, I know just how it feels these slipping into and out again mystery virus days and nights. xo Moki
Posted by: Mokihana | Monday, October 05, 2020 at 09:28 PM
According to the radio, today is 'Random Poetry Day' (?) Never heard of it myself, but thought I'd offer this below, recording a small happening witnessed while walking home through the city:
THREE SWANS FLYING
Stitched through the cloth of the city
This tarnished silver thread of the river
Sends three swans flying,
Their wings plucking the wild song of their flight
From the sky-wide harp of the air.
Posted by: Stuart Hill | Tuesday, October 06, 2020 at 09:20 AM
I see them, Stuart! Thank you.
Posted by: Mokihana | Tuesday, October 06, 2020 at 11:41 PM
Thank you, Mokihana. Actually one of the swans turned off from the chevron and started to fly along a very busy rain-wet road. They have been known to land on wet surfaces thinking them bodies of water, so I can only hope it got safely back to the river.
Posted by: Stuart Hill | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 10:04 AM
Hi Stuart
:Love the imagery of "stitching in this poem" as if the river is the thread of story/instinct that sends the swans into flight, their long journey into the unknown. And in the process, they pluck the music of air, the harp strings of breath, of vast possibilities. The wording creates a magical sense of rhythm, lyricism often for me associated with the swans' movement, grace.
Thanks for sharing,,
My Best
Wendy
Posted by: Wendy Howe | Thursday, October 08, 2020 at 08:51 PM
Thank You, Wendy. I've always loved the powerful flight of swans, and having them fly just over your head with their wings singing, when you're walking through a city with all of its traffic and industry, reminds you that the Wild is never really very far away
Posted by: Stuart Hill | Friday, October 09, 2020 at 07:09 PM