This time is the Australian version of the perigee moon, just because we can do this at the click of a mouse. Isn't it great, this new technology. Actually this looks more like the light at the end of the tunnel to me. Wouldn't that be great, imagine all the suffering in the world could be eradicated if we just walked towards the light - the age of re-enlightenment, less of a religious experience and more of a realisation that shit doesn't need to happen. Last night I was reading Pablo Neruda's 'Night in Isla Negra' and all these moonlight pictures have resonated:
Ancient night and the unruly salt
beat at the walls of my house.
The shadow is all one, the sky
throbs now along with the ocean,
and sky and shadow erupt
in the crash of their vast conflict.
All night long they struggle;
nobody knows the name
of the harsh light that keeps slowly opening
like a languid fruit.
So on the coast comes to light,
out of seething shadow, the harsh dawn,
gnawed at by the moving salt,
swept clean by the mass of night,
bloodstained in its sea-washed crater.
beat at the walls of my house.
The shadow is all one, the sky
throbs now along with the ocean,
and sky and shadow erupt
in the crash of their vast conflict.
All night long they struggle;
nobody knows the name
of the harsh light that keeps slowly opening
like a languid fruit.
So on the coast comes to light,
out of seething shadow, the harsh dawn,
gnawed at by the moving salt,
swept clean by the mass of night,
bloodstained in its sea-washed crater.
Last night I was also in the mood for a wee bit of a strum and I have finally had time to get my studio into shape for recording, all the things are in place and I have already set up some recording sheets. And then as the night drifted on the tail end of the perigee moon (still shining) I had a hankering for Richard Thompson: 'Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway, while the sweet violins and the saxophones play':
