1985 - Live Aid, Music as my Shelter
George Michael - Careless Whisper
The Power of Love
Ten weeks at number one
Bruce Springsteen charted for the first time
Yes, I was Dancing in the dark
Imagining that I had been
Born in the USA
Katrina and the waves gifted us
Walking in Sunshine
While Billy Idol sang of
A White Wedding
And Talking Heads
Surely you remember Talking Heads
They got to number 6 with
Road to Nowhere
Was it really so so long ago
That the young and innocent
Fresh faced Aled Jones was
Walking in the Air
Fergal Sharkey, Phylis Nelson, Eurythmics
Pet Shop Boys, Paul Hardcastle, Bowie &Jagger
Whitney Houston, Madonna and Dead or Alive
All had number ones
Back to Jennifer Rush
The Power of Love
Sold over 1.28 Million copies
And was the highest for that year
Madonna had most weeks on the chart
By a long shot, twenty four more
Than Springsteen, and thirty six more than
Nick Kershaw with Wide Boy and Don Quixote
Tuesday, 21 January 2020
Monday, 20 January 2020
I had set myself up
I had set myself up
I had followed previous pathways
I had engineered the circumstances
I had encouraged myself to be vulnerable
Who is this I
Who does not let go of past pleasures
Who is this I
Who does not hang on to present situations
It is not the time for shadows
Neither is it the time for daylight
It is not the time for doubt
No, but it is time to polish the certainties
Do I mean to polish the certainties
Of a time which I cannot yet remember
Or do I mean to polish the certainties
Of the here and the now
The book on my lap is titled
100 Years of Art in Britain
I thought it might lead me to Chris Drury
Even though the centenary concluded in 1988
In 1985 it celebrates Tim Head’s Erasers
Which is also on the front cover
Thereby providing repetitive homage to
‘the world’s final balance continued existence’
There is, or so it seems so far
No continuation of the trail to Friston Forest
Or at least no sign of the continued existence
Of Shelter for Dreaming, or its heir apparent
I had followed previous pathways
I had engineered the circumstances
I had encouraged myself to be vulnerable
Who is this I
Who does not let go of past pleasures
Who is this I
Who does not hang on to present situations
It is not the time for shadows
Neither is it the time for daylight
It is not the time for doubt
No, but it is time to polish the certainties
Do I mean to polish the certainties
Of a time which I cannot yet remember
Or do I mean to polish the certainties
Of the here and the now
The book on my lap is titled
100 Years of Art in Britain
I thought it might lead me to Chris Drury
Even though the centenary concluded in 1988
In 1985 it celebrates Tim Head’s Erasers
Which is also on the front cover
Thereby providing repetitive homage to
‘the world’s final balance continued existence’
There is, or so it seems so far
No continuation of the trail to Friston Forest
Or at least no sign of the continued existence
Of Shelter for Dreaming, or its heir apparent
Sunday, 19 January 2020
So the shelter which isn’t finished
So the shelter which isn’t finished
Has become a place of choice
With water flowing and splashing
It is a fine spot for a pre-packed salad
Has become a place of choice
With water flowing and splashing
It is a fine spot for a pre-packed salad
Saturday, 18 January 2020
I couldn’t help myself
I couldn’t help myself
But to elevate the pond
Now the blackbirds
Come here to join me
To duck, to waddle
To shake themselves all over
Today a new one arrived
More pristine, more reserved
Than his friend, who he watches
This pond then, in 2019
Has become their shelter
Especially in the sunshine
Such as there is today
Also the lawn has been mowed
The waterfalls and fountains
Are in full working order
If there was a building inspector
I think he would sign the job off
Although I myself can see
One or two places for improvement
A few more stones, a few more pebbles
A flatter spirit-level top-line
All around the periphery
Such details might be lost on you
But to the artisan who knows
They would draw some comment
But to elevate the pond
Now the blackbirds
Come here to join me
To duck, to waddle
To shake themselves all over
Today a new one arrived
More pristine, more reserved
Than his friend, who he watches
This pond then, in 2019
Has become their shelter
Especially in the sunshine
Such as there is today
Also the lawn has been mowed
The waterfalls and fountains
Are in full working order
If there was a building inspector
I think he would sign the job off
Although I myself can see
One or two places for improvement
A few more stones, a few more pebbles
A flatter spirit-level top-line
All around the periphery
Such details might be lost on you
But to the artisan who knows
They would draw some comment
Friday, 17 January 2020
The opportunity to work
The opportunity to work
Is the thing which intrigues me
Can I do it, can you do it, can we do it
Without our too too easily
Becoming distracted, or dismayed
Today’s interference is from Belgium
A sampler CD from Everything Is Low
Purchased, whilst searching
For Everything Is Slow
Yet it is only one mischief of many
For I also have a recollection of seeing
Mr Drury’s Basket For Crows
In an exhibition in York
Also, in the same place
Almost for certain
I saw sculptured railway sleepers
Which in turn takes me to my pond project
I could make a box
Out of wood
With one low side
To act as the waterfall
So slow was the mindful eating
That I did not finish
Either the biscuit or the coffee
Before I got up to go
Later, sat in the same room
Watching YouTube music videos
Before Netflix shows me the photographer
Who, at the height of his career
Lost the use of his camera arm
He turned to yoga and meditation
To find new shelters for his talents
As I too had done, those many years ago
Is the thing which intrigues me
Can I do it, can you do it, can we do it
Without our too too easily
Becoming distracted, or dismayed
Today’s interference is from Belgium
A sampler CD from Everything Is Low
Purchased, whilst searching
For Everything Is Slow
Yet it is only one mischief of many
For I also have a recollection of seeing
Mr Drury’s Basket For Crows
In an exhibition in York
Also, in the same place
Almost for certain
I saw sculptured railway sleepers
Which in turn takes me to my pond project
I could make a box
Out of wood
With one low side
To act as the waterfall
So slow was the mindful eating
That I did not finish
Either the biscuit or the coffee
Before I got up to go
Later, sat in the same room
Watching YouTube music videos
Before Netflix shows me the photographer
Who, at the height of his career
Lost the use of his camera arm
He turned to yoga and meditation
To find new shelters for his talents
As I too had done, those many years ago
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