Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Come sashay down Bahia's streets dada DAA dada DAA We play the agogô. dada DAA dada DAA Two notes: one high, one low. dada DAA dada DAA Our bodies squeezed together, ache a third, to sing, to sigh, to moan, to make our music sweeter. We move as one with syncopation, to repeated clacks of sticks and drums. We groove moist lips and ample hips and begin to thrum DAA dadaduh DAA dadaduh DAA ... and sashay down Bahia's streets DAA dadaduh DAA dadaduh DAA ... to the samba beat. Kåre Enga [177.23] (8.abril.2020) Notes: Agogô: The agogô bell is a fairly old instrument that originated in Africa and it’s one that produces an extremely high note. The instrument is comprised of anywhere between two and four conical shaped or truncated cones that are all linked together by a U-shaped piece of metal. The cones on an agogô bell are sized differently, and the sound that the instrument produces will depend on which cone is hit. You can hear the agogô bell in some traditional African Yoruba music. |