I am listening to Le Mystere des voix Bulgares, a Bulgarian women’s choir I found from an AskMetafilter thread. The song “Polegnala e todora” is my absolute favourite. It’s polyphonic. I wish I knew exactly what that meant. They sing without vibrato.
I’ve dug out a lot of my frou-frou new age Tibetan bells crap too. It’s good for thinking. I’m working on a speculative fiction story that is writing itself. I had Lady Grey tea just now, whose scent reminds me of the tea kiosk at St. James’ Park and the blossoms that fell on me there.
I have written my friends postcards, to let them know I love them. I received an email this morning from one of my favourites.
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
It turned to Paul Simon when I wasn’t looking.