The Hammock Papers: Harris

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26 March 2024

Jimmy Buffett, "Mozambique"

With Emmylou ...

I love it when a cover is better than the original.

28 August 2022

Harris, "Bring Us, O Lord God"

Harry Christophers conducts The Sixteen ...

12 March 2022

Happy Birthday, Harris

Steve Harris was born on this day in 1956.

"The Trooper" ...

03 February 2022

Shape.

Harris, Algoma, Beaver Swamp, 1920

REMEMBRANCE

And you wait. You wait for the one thing

that will change your life,

make it more than it is—

something wonderful, exceptional,

stones awakening, depths opening to you.

In the dusky bookstalls

old books glimmer gold and brown.

You think of lands you journeyed through,

of paintings and a dress once worn

by a woman you never found again.

And suddenly you know: that was enough.

You rise and there appears before you

in all its longings and hesitations

the shape of what you lived.

Rainer Maria Rilke

12 March 2021

Happy Birthday, Harris

Steve Harris was born on this day in 1956.

Sing along to "Sanctuary" ...

17 April 2020

Emmylou Harris, "Ain't Livin' Long Like This"

02 April 2020

Happy Birthday, Harris

Emmylou Harris was born on this date in 1947.

"Luxury Liner" ...

"Two More Bottles of Wine" ...

"Pancho and Lefty" ...

An excellent album ...

23 July 2019

Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris, "I Dug Up a Diamond"

29 September 2018

Emmylou Harris, "Goodnight Old World"

Emmylou Harris, "Boulder to Birmingham"

15 April 2017

LINES to a FRIEND ASLEEP

Awake my friend! the morning's fine,
Waste not in sleep the day divine,
Nature is clad in the best array,
The woods, the fields, the flowers are gay; --
The sun is up, and speech his march,
O'er heaven's high aerial arch,
His golden beams with lustre fall,
On lake a river, cot and hall; --
The dews are sparkling on each spray,
The birds are chirping sweet and gay,
The violet shows its beautious head,
Within its narrow, figured bed; --
The air is pure, the earth bedight,
With trees and flowers, life and light,
All -- all inspires a joyful gleam,
More pleasing than a fairy dream.
Awake! the sweet refreshing scene,
Invites us forth to tread the green,
With joyful hearts, and pious lays,
To join the glorious Maker's praise,
The wond'rous works -- the paschal lamb,
The holy, high, and just I Am.

Rosa (Jane Johnston Schoolcraft)

19 May 2016

Guy Clark, "Dublin Blues"

With Emmylou and Shawn Camp, fiddle ...

05 April 2016

Emmylou Harris, "My Songbird"

12 August 2015

Emmylou Harris.

"Rose of Cimarron"

"Wheels"

"Shenandoah"

"Pancho & Lefty"

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."