[ by Charles Cameron — time for some more surprises, this time in stone and jazz — plus an afterimage of WWI ]
First, a master-class in the craft of the blues:
Second, the moon:
And third, because of the violence in Kenya, Pakistan, Syria … get me a globe and I’ll spin it… and because I’ve talked with you before of my friend Heathcote Williams and he mentioned this to his followers today, here are his meditations on World War I, prepared for its centenary next bloody year:
Neither he nor my father ever explained the war to me. It was just something that had happened to them. Something irrational that hung over them. A grisly cloud of spectral blood. A tumor that fogged the psyche. Something in their history that had spoiled both their lives.
And them’s the blues for this week: go well, stay well.