In Absense

Here is a poem from my friend Jill


That which was once so vivid and intense,
I swam in its energy,
in its enveloping all-encompassing mania

hijacked by a connection which transcends my defenses
ignited my mind until smoke clouded sanity with a high
penetrated my being, reaching the untouched, the unknown
sparking a sensation in the deepest of my darkness
so that my blood surged with new vigor for life
my heart felt everything around me with new delicacy
every nerve from my skin aroused by the slightest...sensation
in its spirit
which danced with mine in a very solitary dimension
in its body
which danced with mine in a very earthly dimension
evoking the nature that I am
in the trance of warm brown eyes
in its simplicity
cherishing the good, rejecting the confining, ailing, and trivial

is now but a memory of a dream
a few muted glimpses of brilliance
distant in my mind
I find myself searching for reality in the haze
in the shadow between my consciousness and reality
I speak of it as fact
yet as I hear my words, they feel unfamiliar to my mind
All I really know is each moment
and the few moments which wander into my consciousness as reminders of the unexplainable

Ben Harper

THE DRUGS DON'T WORK (Richard Ashcroft) Live From Mars, 2001

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I know you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down by old street
And if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
Just like you said you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
And like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And now I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But now I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Never coming down, Never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

e e cummings

me encanta....a vida.
VII

in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul. rarely-beloved
a single start is
uttered, and i

think
of you

Inverno

Photo taken by Wind
Happy Birthday, my friend.
Wind.


se no encontro do inverno
na saturação conhecida
morra o desespero
no escuro do silêncio
no tremor das tuas mãos
no descuido do meu peito
uma alma vencida
um coração apertado
lágrimas unidas
achadas por ti...

Susana Pestana

Musica da LURA

You can read more about this wonderful Portuguese/Cabo Verdean singer
http://www.caboverde.com/music/lura-e.htm

Heads made by the Sculptor "Wind"

Little trip to heaven, Tom Waits

(Click on the link above to listening to this sweet song)You must remember Wind. I will post some of your wonderful photos soon. Um beijo para ti e para todos.
Little trip to heaven on the wings of your love
Banana moon is shining in the sky
I feel like I'm in heaven when your with me
I know that I'm in heaven when you smile
Though were stuck here on the ground
I got something that I've found, and it's you

I don't need to take no trip to outer space
All I have to do is look in your face
And before I know it I'm in orbit around you
Thanking my lucky stars that I found you
When I see your constellation, your my inspiration
And it's you

Your my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue
Your my sun that's breaking through, it's true
And all the other stars seem dim around you
I thank my lucky stars that I found you
When I see your smilin face
I know nothing' gonna take your place
And it's you, and it's you, and it's you,
and it's you, and it's you, and it's you

Stay Away From Me Cos I'm In My Sin...Nina Simone

Again.. Miss Nina Simone. This is a live version I run into the other day."Gin House Blues". Owesome version. ( click on the link above to listening to the song)

Gin House Blues
Stay away from me cos i'm in my sin
Stay away from me everybody cos i'm in my sin
If this joint is raided somebody give my gin
Don't try me nobody cos you will never win
Mm yeah don't try me nobody cos you will never win
I'll fight the army and navy somebody gives me my gin
When i'm feeling high i don't have nothing to do
Oh when i'm feeling high i don't have nothing to do
Just fill me full of good liquor i'll sure be nice to you
Any bootlegger show him a pal of mine any old time
Any bootlegger show him a pal of mine
Cos a good bottle of gin will get it everytime

Lord i don't want no clothes
I don't even want no bed to lay my head
I don't want no clothes
I don't event want no bed to lay my head
I don't want no pork chops and green
Just give me gin instead


Oh oh stay away from me cos i'm in my sin
Oh oh stay away from me yeah everybody cos i'm in my sin
If this joint is raided somebody give me my gin
Somebody give me my gin

Pessoa

"Sobre a nudez forte da verdade o manto diafano da fantasia"

Fernando Pessoa

It's Closing Time

Once again the wise words of the master- Leonard Cohen " It's Closing time". (To listening to the song , you need to click on the title above "It's Closing Time").
It is closing time......
Boa noite
Susana

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

"A sad fix for a minor poet to be in!"

Here is a poem by Fernando Pessoa(Alvaro Campos).
Today, I also have a terrible cold....and I am a minor poet. My psychopathology class does not let me sleep and my body is getting weak. My DSM-IV-TR is a heavy book of mental disorders and on my back. Beautiful stuff, nonetheless. Granted I may lose myself later on when making diagnoses and assessements of real cases.
Nina(the dog) is the only one who keeps me straight in the world of the mental disorders. She is a good dog with many friends.
I will drink water and take care of this cold.
Ate amanha
Susana

Today have a terrible cold.
And everyone knows how terrible colds
Change the whole structure of the universe,
Making us sore at life,
Making us sneeze till we get metaphysical.
My day is wasted, full of blowing my nose,
My head aches vaguely.
A sad fix for a minor poet to be in!
Today I'm really a minor poet.
Whatever I was before was only wishful, and that's gone.
Fairy queen, good-bye, good-bye forever!
Your wings were sunbeams, and my feet are clay.
I'll never be well if I don't stretch out in bed.
I never was well unless if was stretched out across the
universe.
excuses un peu... What a terrible physical cold!
I need some truth and aspirin.
(1931)
Alvaro de Campos Poetry from �Poems of Fernando Pessoa�

(Wading Through) The Waters Of My Time

Hello friends,
I know it is been sometime since you last heard from me. I've been occupy with matters of great importance. Here is a SUPERB cd.You all have to buy it. The name of this guy like I mentioned before is Richard Hawley and the cd its called is "Coles Corner". Let me post a sample of one of the songs called "(Wading Through) The Waters Of My Time". You can click on the link above and listen to the song. He reminds me of another famous singer..can you tell me who?
This song is different from the rest of the songs in the cd but his voice and all of the other songs are great.

Beijos
Susana


(Wading Through) The Waters Of My Time
Don't look for me in fields of clover
I won't be there I won't get older
I must wait here holed up in my time
Don't search for me in fields of green
I'm not there I won't be seen
I'm wading through the waters of my time
I'm wading through the waters of my time
Don't look for me in lands of gold
I won't be there I won't get old
I'll hover like a frozen bird in time
Don't reach for me the stars are cold
My race is run my stories told
I'm wading through the waters of my time
Don't search for me in lands of gold
I won't be there I can't get old
Don't hope for me the stars have died
I've slipped into the past
Cos I'm wading through the waters of my time
Yes I'm wading through the waters of my time
Don't search for me in lands of gold
I won't be there I can't get old
Don't hope for me the stars have died
I've slipped into the past
Cos I'm wading through the waters of my time
Yes I'm wading through the waters of my time
mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm
Yes I'm wading through the waters of my time.

Richard Hawley- The Ocean

Wind-Thanks for showing me----the way to the Ocean- soon..


Here is also a review of the song and great album by Richard Hawley. Click on the link above that says "richard Hwley-The ocean"
Susana


"He may not be posh but Richard Hawley can be grand. The first single from forthcoming album Coles Corner is a rather splendid piece of lush romanticism. The five-minute-plus album version has been cut down for single duty, and given a crashing intro instead of the gentle, gradual build of the former.

But the body remains a lovely vehicle for Richard Hawley's velvety voice, part growl, part croon. "You lead me down by the ocean / the world is fine by the ocean / you know this time's for real / it helps the heart to heal..." And this being a love song (and apparently an autobiographical one at that), there's not much doubt what the pair are getting up to down by the ocean, even without the climax - orchestral and presumably otherwise as well - of "Here comes the wave..."

Other songs on Coles Corner may prove more interesting in the long run, but The Ocean - and the move to Mute - will serve well to introduce a new audience to Hawley's relaxed, retro classic sound. The 7" version includes Kelham Island, an orchestral track highlighting the lap steel and Hawaiian guitar sounds of so many of Hawley's songs. "



- Helen Wright

Porque amo futebol....PORTUGAL

Photo of Nuno Gomez. After scoring the goal that put Portugal in the World Cup. It will be in Germany, this summer 2006.

The road trip with Miss Nina ( the dog) was very good. Saw along the way some coyotes, and deer. It was nice to be close to nature and in the middle of nowhere. It is a always a good sign that you are far away from civilization, when cell phones do not workIt was a goodtrip for the soul.

Portugal national team qualify for the world cup.(soccer).Angola also qualify for the first time. Life is good, when my two countries qualify for the world cup.


The only disappointment was:
My team -the New York Yankees, lost. It is was a sad night. After watching their last games and still had hopes.

Fisherman's Blue-Waterboys

Fishermen's blue- Waterboys.
One of the greated albuns every made- Here is song about finding...one of my favorities songs ever.


(Check the link above to listening to the song)
Miss Nina Simone( The dog) and I are taking a long road trip and will return Monday. I will leave this city like the fisherman's blue-and leave you with this great song.-fisherman's Blue
Um besito
Susana and Mizz Nina.


Artist: The Waterboys
LyricsSong: Fisherman's Blues Lyrics

I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin'on the seas
far away from dry land
and
it's bitter memories
castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head
with you in my arms...

i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin fevered train
crashin head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the feelin of the sleepers
and the burnin of the coal
countin the towns flashin by
and a night that's full of soul

with light in my head
with you in my arms...
And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last
and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms...
Light in my head
You in my arms...
Light in my head
You...With light in my head
You in my arms...

Mariza- FADISTA

(check the link above- "Mariza-FADISTA" to listening to her music and an interview)

Mariza the new Queen of Fado.
MARIZA, Vocalist will be at Isaac Stern AuditoriumFriday, October 7, 2005 at 8:00 PM. The Portuguese sensation Mariza, a fadista in the tradition of the legendary Amalia Rodrigues, makes her Carnegie Hall debut. She will also be in Memphis and other USA cities as well. Check her web site for details.

As the Portuguese say: We have 3 passions in Portugal. All of those 3 passions start with the letter F.
Fado, Food ( including wine) and Futebol ( The real football-Soccer).

Here is a review of one her first cds.

Fado em mim
(World Connections)
This music is elegant, sophisticated and yearning. There's something about the guitars and the cadences of the voice that evoke the mystery and sadness of the ocean. Someone waits at a cafe on the quayside for a lover they know will never return...
Mariza has created a stir in Portugal and internationally this year with this debut album. She's young, looks the part and has a fabulous, keening, lyrical voice. She reinterprets the Portuguese tradition of Fado singing, a form of urban folk music based around cafe society. "Loucura" the opening track and "Que Dues Me Perdoe" feel like they embody the form: sad yet dignified, powerful and dramatic and beautifully sung, with simple accompaniment from portugese classical guitars.
With a voice as intense and potentially as unrelenting as this a little drama can go a long way. But the material here has enough variety to ensure a satisfying programme of many different moods. "Poetas" starts with a brooding arrangement for piano and cello, before the guitars come back and lift the track into uptempo jauntiness. "Terra D'Aqua" is simply a very strong and compelling melody.
"Barco Negro" is just a drum and Mariza's soaring voice and has an unmistakably Celtic feel to it. (Well, I suppose it's only a brief skip across the sea from Portugal to the south coast of Ireland). And there's a "hidden" track at the end, which for once is essential and not time wasting filler: a stark, great version of "Loucura" for just piano and voice.
This is state of the art "world music". Every detail is just right. It's beautifully recorded, with a deluxe sleeve and packaging. Anyone who likes emotional music, dramatically and skillfully expressed should enjoy it.
Reviewer: Nick Reynolds

The News- Jack Johnson

"The News"

A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mama said
It's just make believe
You can't believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

Who's the one to decide that it would be alright
To put the music behind the news tonight
Well mama said
You can't believe everything you hear
The diagetic world is so unclear
So baby close your ears
On the news tonight
On the news tonight

The unobtrusive tones on the news tonight
And mama said

Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die?
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
Mama said
It's just make believe
You cant believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

e.e.cummings

A poem by e.e.cummings and a photo of Sintra-Portugal ( Um dos lugares mais unico e belo no mundo).


except in you
honour,
my loveliest,
nothing
may move may rest
--you bring

(out of dark the
earth)a
procession of
wonders
huger than prove
our fears

were hopes:the moon
open
for you and close
will shy
wings of because;
each why

of star(afloat
on not
quite less than all
of time)
gives you skilful
his flame

so is your heart
alert,
of languages
there's none
but well she knows;
and can

perfectly speak
(snowflake
and rainbow mind
and soul
november
and april)

who younger than
begin
are,the worlds move
in your
(and rest,my love)
honour

This and That

Here is Link to Sidney Bechet "Summertime" Above -"This and That"



Hello friends,

Today, I should get into real bloging time so called- observations.
Today work was good.

On my mind:

My 50 minutes presentation in how to be a good Feminist Therapist, tomorrow.
Preparation: At Mill ( local and the best coffee house in Lincoln, Nebraska, the rest of all the coffee houses are pure "view", for either those who "like to be something " and for those, who call themselves "folkies".)

My partner in crime:
My colleague(will not reveal name, for confidential purposes), who will be my "sacrifice patient" tomorrow. We did discuss several concepts about my application of the Feminist Theory. In the middle of Empowering, Demystification of traditional Counselor Sessions in its interity, Self-Discloure Application, Gender-Role Analysis, Gender Role Intervention, Power Analysis and Power Intervention and so on and so forth.....We ended drinking wine at a local preferred Pub ( will not reveal the name, for reasons of exclusivity).

Conclusion: results will be interesting tomorrow.


Now that I'm home, I will have another glass of wine. A Portuguese one.

Boa noite
Susana

Gaivota-Amalia Rodrigues

(Aqui vai a rainha do fado(Queen of Fado). Amalia Rodrigues. There are no words to describe this song....only her voice.
( To listing to the song you need to click the highligt link above." Gaivota-Amalia Rodrigues"

Gaivota
Musica: Alain Oulman
Letra: Alexandre O'Neill

Se uma gaivota viesse
trazer-me o ceu de Lisboa
no desenho que fizesse,
nesse ceu onde o olhar
e uma asa que nao voa,
esmorece e cai no mar.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito bateria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde cabia
perfeito o meu coracao.

Se um portugues marinheiro,
dos sete mares andarilho,
fosse quem sabe o primeiro
a contar-me o que inventasse,
se um olhar de novo brilho
no meu olhar se enlacasse.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito bateria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde cabia
perfeito o meu coracao.

Se ao dizer adeus a vida
as aves todas do ceu,
me dessem na despedida
o teu olhar derradeiro,
esse olhar que era seu teu,
amor que foste o primeiro.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito morreria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde perfeito
bateu o meu coracao.

Ain't Got No Home

Very early one summer morning, Clarence Henry was performing on the bandstand and improvised his way into the basic riff behind "Ain't Got No Home". The crowd responded favorably, so he developed it further. Soon, Chess Records A&R was hustling Henry into Cosimo Matassa's studio in September of 1956 to record. Local DJ Poppa Stoppa laid the "Frogman" handle on the youngster when he spun the catchy 45 and it stuck.