Sunday 11 March 2012

stardust and stabbings




stardust has been replaying on constant loop
in my head all day
after hearing a wonderful version
played by Paul Williamson [and the rest of the Gianni Marinucci Swing Train]
at the Paris Cat last night





thanks gentlemen, it was a splendid night.

and for those of you who expect dye stories here
i do have one.

a vicious needle bit my finger 
and drew rather a lot of blood
so
in the spirit of waste-not-want-not
i bundled a leaf into the cloth i used to mop the blot

blood proved its worth not only as mordant
but also as adhesive
the leaf [bougainvillea] stuck firmly top the bloodstain
but not to the rest of the cloth

12 comments:

  1. mother's spit (and bougainvillea) work miracles (not to mention stardust).

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  2. is that a rather round Henry Mass I spy - oh how all those memories come tumbling back - The Black Cat, The Night Cat, now the Paris Cat, cool cats, Brunswick Street on Saturday night, Marios - yes there are some things about Melbourne I really do miss

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    1. The statuesque gentleman is Bob Sedergreen, piano player of note (pun intended )

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  3. Yes, I also believe in using materials and opportunities at hand, including blood. May your finger heal quickly.

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  4. Stardust - one of my very favorites (Willie Nelson). Thanks.

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  5. Stardust... I've been watching stars a bit lately... I don wonder about the dust.

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  6. What a lovely melody to have on your mind. And the gentlemen look like they enjoyed it as well.

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  7. love it!
    Hoagy's granddaughter
    is a dear friend
    stardust memories
    mend...

    xox - eb.

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  8. That was my daddy's favorite song--especially sung by Nat King Cole.

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  9. now i am disappointed India........always thougt your blood was blue................
    XXXm

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    1. it might be. i didn't show the original!

      certainly turned brown in the dyepot...

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  10. wonderful poem...and pin pricks can lead to accidental treasures.

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