October 2011


 

Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Through its tall woods with high romances blent;
Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
And half forget what world or worldling meant.
Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters;
Enough their simple loveliness for me,
Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging;
Yet do I often warmly burn to see
Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing,
And float with them about the summer waters.

The eyes and ears are bad witnesses

For men if they have barbarian souls.

Tonight, Hull Truck stages Lorca’s stunning play Yerma. So, we decided to link up and will host a Music and Readings session – which draws from many of the posts on rihlajourney. This will take about one hour before Yerma starts on the Main Stage. All proceeds from the pre-show session will be donated to Emmaus and the effort to build a community for the homeless in Hull, UK. Here are the readings: (all to be found on rihlajourney)

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We had to start from where our parents put us
Until we met in the lists of coming and going.

Where do they begin, attractions, pity,
And when they’re finished, where do they go? (more…)

Over all the hills now,
Rest.
In all the trees now
Shows
Barely a breath. Birds are through
That sang in their wood to the west.
Only wait, traveller. Rest
Soon for you too.

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino, y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino,
sino estelas en la mar.

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
stars. (more…)

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