-HIS CURE. (Second Version)

He closes his eyes
Silence~

Alone in the living room
Has a sip of his tea from three nights ago~

He is thinking of their first dinner at a table~

The young girl was looking down
I WANT TO BE WITH YOU forever she whispered
Afraid still to admit it
But her words were soft
and no one told her the man was deaf~

The food at the dinner table is cold now~

He drinks his gin from three nights ago
And then he drinks again
And again, and again and again
He drinks his silence~

Two weeks later
He brings a new dinner table at the living room
made of stones of another country
Of some kind of a weird new love affair he found
and desired~

He opens his eyes
Silence~

Alone in the living room
Has a sip of his tea from three years ago~

He is thinking of his new love and the new dinner table~

The young girl was looking down
I WANT TO BE WITH YOU forever she whispered
Afraid still to admit it
But her words are gone now
and no one told her the man still wants the dinner table of her love for him-

December 2007
East Broadway, Apt W R
(re-edited October 2009)

The Redhead Piano Bar - Chicago, 2010

Ma Chere Madame G,

The night moves without me now.
Its Wednesday May 20th, 1:00am.

It’s the fourth night that I am sleepless thinking of all that music.
And its not anymore the music of that man who came unexpectedly one night at your corridors asking for me. I am talking about the music of that man with the blue hat. How can I treasure all those rhythmic touches he offered me without feeling the need for more?

Come take care of me Madame. Will you?
I need a touch.

He had a blue suit on, a white shirt with the initials R.T., a red scarf and his blue hat. He placed his left arm around my waist and told me, “Doll, you must be from far away. We don’t have women of your skin often around here. Go put some music on the jukebox for us now. Play, Lou Rawls’ Nobody But Me for me Doll and come here to move and sweat feeling my blues."

“Tell me you Love Nobody but Me Doll.”
“I love Nobody But You tonight” I replied.

“Will you give me all your love Mama?”
I didn’t reply. The music kept playing while our drinks left alone at the bar, were silently finding comfort among the icy razor sharp touch of the cubes.

“Dance with me angel.”
Don’t call me angel I said and removed furiously his rough hands from my waist. “Don’t get upset now with me. Be soft.Does it make you feel guilty when I call you Angel, Angel?" I didnt reply.

The night moves with me now. And I know well that I am not an angel after all. I am at the Redhead Piano Bar looking for someone like him to call me an Angel again.

I want that guilt back soon.

Bisous Madame G.
Sandrine X.

Kingston Mines Blues Bar, Chicago 2010

Trip Notes

At Sweet Home Chicago -

First visit, was to go to the Art Institute of Chicago which is showing some interesting exhibits at the moment:

- Matisse
- In the Vernacular
- William Eggleston

This morning while Eleni of Troy and Michael are at another panel during the AAPOR (American Association Public Opinion Research)conference, I will have the chance to meet with J.K. and later with MP who arrived from France also yesterday.Its really fascinating that when you see life as a continuous journey,then you keep meeting new and old friends from your past randomly everywhere you go.

Thank you all 15 for following and all of you who keep coming back anonymously to this blog to read or peruse my photos.

I will close with a quote from Robert Johnson; the famous American blues musician:

"Nothing will see us through the age we're entering but high consciousness, and that comes hard. We don't have a good, modern myth yet, and we need one"

Love,
Maria

Has anyone of you been to Chicago?

Prytania Street in New Orleans

- THE FLYING GYPSY NYMPH

I saw the flying white nymphs
I saw five of them at start
Then an array of three more
Fleeting free away from me apart

I saw the flying white nymphs
They were showing me the way
towards the brown stone secret gate
Where St Vincent is looking for
the betrayed from luck child’s mate

They run around us
Nowhere for them to hide
Genevieve is crying all night
out of Room Nr 1135
Frederic is getting saved this morning
by Mademoiselle outside
of Room Nr 1259


I saw the flying nymphs
I saw eleven of them at start
Then the aura of one more
Fleeting free away from me apart

I saw the flying gypsy nymph
She was showing me the white line
Towards the forbidden molded swine
Where Prytania is looking for
A blooded fabric that once was mine

- Garia August

St. Vincent Hostel
New Orleans
May 1st, 2010

This post is influenced by my stay at St Vincent Hostel (an old children’s asylum) in New Orleans where all the muses and the Greek Myths remain the unseen gypsies in every visitors’ troubled nights.

- Days Like This

.Days Like This -

When everyone is up front and theyre not playing tricks

When you dont have no freeloaders out to get their kicks

When its nobodys business the way you want to live
i just have to remember therell be days like this

When noone steps on my dreams therell be days like this
When people understand what I mean therell be days like this
When you ring out the changes of how everything is
Well Mama told me therell be days like this

- Van Morrison (song lyrics)

When I read in the news about the strikes in Athens yesterday, the death of the three employees of Marfin bank and the 7,000-8,000 protesters gathering tonight outside of the parliament square, I thought to myself; I am not going to talk about this crowd but I am going to speak about another crowd of people among whom I was on Sunday May 2nd in New Orleans at the Jazz Festival.

A crowd of people who, despite the heavy storm, was still under their umbrellas listening to Van Morrison singing the song Days Like This. Young couples, groups of friends from ages 15-75 or even older, families, even small kids, they were all there not only to enjoy the great music of some of the best performers but also to Support New Orleans.

The people of New Orleans suffered a horrible hurricane with the name Katrina few years ago but they managed to partially slowly recover from it in a very nice way. They all remained United continuing what they knew to do well, keep playing the blues -

The reason I share this with you is because I feel that my country is suffering these days from another type of a horrible hurricane and many consecutive storms and I do hope my compatriots find a better way from the one they have chosen to recover from this one.

I will post more photos and stories the following weeks from my trip to New Orleans and if anyone of you happens to make it there next year, see you all during the second weekend of Jazz Fest at the Blues Tent! Enjoy the below photostream with some of the trip photos...

- Maria Garozi