I just found out today that I am going to be interviewed for the nationally syndicated Public Radio International program, The Story with Dick Gordon".  The topic, How Leslie Cheung Transformed My Life.  I responded to an open invitation to share my story of how my encounter with an individual totally changed my life.  That person for me was Leslie Cheung, even though by the time I discovered Leslie he had been dead for 4 years!  So much of what I am involved in today, I owe to that transformative encounter with Hong Kong's favored son.

I'll post the broadcast date and how to access live streaming and the podcast when I know this info.  The program should air within a few weeks.  I have been a huge fan of Dick Gordan since his days at WGBH in Boston when he hosted The Connection.  After WGBH foolishly canceled that program, Boston's loss became North Carolina's gain.  Dick Gordon was invited by the local NPR station in central North Carolina to create a new radio program, which is The Story.

Stay Tuned!

October

the day we draw our last breath

and our eyes stare into the vastness of nothing,

water will still flow downhill

sunrise will follow sunset

the moon will wax and then wane

a new life will be the reward for our surrender,

delighting the hearts of some other family

 

nothing we can say, or do, or believe will change this

November

carry me beyond what I know

free me from the smallness of belief

expand the constriction of thought

remove “I and thou”

take me to a place where mountain

sky

grass and I

simply be

December

it calls to something deep within us—

this land so

vast

pristine

and remote

from the world of human affairs

 

here time reigns as

master of eons,

the life of man a shooting star—

lighting the night sky for an instant only,

then no more

It was a dry grief,
No tears
No lubrication
Sitting hard and dark as a great stone
Too large to be passed whole
Nothing to wear it down
No grit scraping away grain by grain
No way to cleave
Pulverize
Or fracture it
Missing, the hopeful beginnings of disintegration

It sits inside, lurking
Alien
Like a silent tumor
You know is there
Pressing down
Blocking the flow of the salubrious
Perched like some great predator
Frozen, immobile
But never to move
Never to strike
Never to kill
Never to devour

I stumbled over this video today, and I have to say I love it.  Shirley Bassey ain't a Dame for nothing.  She shows all the young wanna' be's how its done.  Pull up a chair kids, and listen up.  The art direction on the vid isn't too shabby, either.


Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7HM5KKIh0E

Here are a few of my favorite pics from the album I just uploaded.  All of these pictures were shot in my yard this afternoon.



Signs of fall are beginning to appear.



The last flowers







Fruits and berries



Leaves changing color



This plant, a wishbone flower, is what they call a "volunteer".  I didn't plant it in this planter, well, at least not this year.  I planted it last year.  Then, in the winter it died and I planted violas in the spring.  They died in the summer and, in late July, this plant began to grow.  Pretty cool, huh?





A little poison ivy and, yes, it does climb up trees as a vine.  Hikers beware!