Sunday, 11 November 2007
Sideswiped by a Canadian
I've got three days off now. I tell you, it didn't feel right today with no albatrosses to look out for. Local Thrush was here again though, singing his 'Jimmy is here' refrain - or that is what it sounds like to me anyway.
It has been a dull, grey, old Sunday here. I have had a quiet day, catching up on reading and a bit of writing. My NaNoWriMo novel-writing is a bit slow, but I'm happy enough with the 2,000 words I have managed to amass so far.
Our cat Aggie.
Plus I have been listening to 'Shine' by Joni Mitchell, who turned 64 on Wednesday.
In my research today, I found out that the the words to Joni's song, 'Bad Dreams', on the Shine cd, is actually a poem by Joni which was printed in the NY Times.
Here is part of it:
The cats are in the flower bed
A red hawk rides the sky
I guess I should be happy
Just to be alive ...
But we have poisoned everything
And oblivious to it all
The cell phone zombies babble
Through the shopping malls
While condors fall from Indian skies
Whales beach and die in sand ...
Bad dreams are good
In the great plan.
(Apparently the last lines come from something her three-year old grandson said.)
A lot of the cd's lyrics (protest songs mainly) were written from her British Columbian summer home in Sechelt.
Sea lions in Dunedin's harbour. I think they look a little like wet bears.
So, no kiwi poet today - as I had intended - instead I've been sideswiped by a Canadian.
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