19 January 2019

All over the world....

Dans le monde entier.....

Dans le monde entier

All over the world 
People must meet and part 
There's someone like me 
Feeling a pain in their heart

Maybe it's the time of year?  The excessive joys (?) of Christmas are behind us; the New Year already looks jaded; winter is about to crash drunkenly through the doors.....

Shorry I'm late.....

I listen to Patsy Cline singing 'Crazy' but for some reason think of Françoise Hardy....

Who knows where that connection comes from?

Van Morrison, through a glass, darkly, doesn't clear the mists.  Doesn't cut the mustard....?

Van ordinaire?

The Roman God Janus has a lot to answer for.  All this looking back, looking forward stuff.  January is his month, and this was when I was born.  Cold, and damp.  

And this month our little one has flown away  south to rift with her past, and her present,

to make a new start,

To jump start the abandoned Rolls,



Some may meet again 
Under that same bright star 
If maybe some night 
You come back from afar 

Who cares if tonight 
I don't know where you are?

Now that picture, from Afon Mawddach, makes me think of The Wind among the Reeds, W B Yeats....

When shall the stars be blown about the sky, 
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows, 
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?

It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words.  

Is it?  What worth has a picture on its own?  If we have no words to go with it, where is the meaning?

It's the connections.  Those tiny flashing sparks that make a glow-worm put EDF Hinkley Point to shame.....

Or is that like asking for the sound of one hand clapping?  If we can see, we can all see differently.  

Red, green and blue may be the core colours of life and love, but who is to say you see what I see?

Are these poppies for remembrance?

Or do we forget?

And if we can read, we can all read differently.  

As Patsy Cline sings the words of Willie Nelson (stretched out on the deck of The  [ironically named] Victory, gasping Kiss me, Françoise....)

Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wondering what in the world did I do?
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying

And I'm crazy for loving you

Aaahh!  How many lovely people are there?  From Margate to Mama.... 

And what becomes of them all?

All over the world 

Others are sad tonight 
There's someone like me 
Watching the sun's fading light

Whether it's drawing out of Birmingham on a crowded train in winter......

Or driving over the Pennines in stormy summer.....

Or wandering by the Thames in early Autumn......

I wish you well, my little one.....

All over the sky 
There is the same warm glow 
Here under that star 
I'm wanting you to know 
Wherever you are 
That I still love you so

Françoise Marie Aubine Hardy /Julian More

I will be there for you,

In the Jerusalem....

Best is yet to come and babe won't that be fine
You think you've seen the sun
But you ain't seen it shine

Frank Sinatra


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