Shimmering Strings by Eugene Montini

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By a shimmering sea at sunset on my own and out of luck, longing suffocates my soul as the sun poisons what is left of my withered soul, a dull whip lash or even a gust of wind and night came like an immaculate bowl over flowing with stars and newness

Suddenly the voice of a violin thin and hungry floated on the black night’s air. Like a stray dogs' howling-It was my companion, it was someone else’s aloneness loose upon the sand

I sought this violin in the night I searched step by pitch black step, tide by tide, star by star. But it faded fell silent then suddenly surged like a flare in the brackish night, it was a pattern of incendiary sound spiral of musical contours and I went on searching for the dark violins life line the source submerged in silence

Finally there it was; a withered bow and its his hungry companion soaring over the lonely night on a solitary scale, a single theme that rung to the sky full of stars and wondering. And I played my violin half asleep held deep in the estuaries of my mind the strings giving birth to desolate cries, the wood worn smooth by the plunging of many fingers and I honoured the smoothness of a perfect instrument perfectly assembled. That hungry violin was like family to me like kin not just because of its sound not just because it raised its howling to the hungry stars; no because it had grown up learning how to befriend lost souls and sing songs to wondering strangers"

Eugene Montini 4 August 2010 A wonderful Kenyan friend

just making it up for laughs

http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page

I nearly wet my self looking at this site
Its the obverse of Wikipedia

I bet you some people take the nonsense in this site and think it to be true

Lots of love and hugs to you if you read this gubbins

Diogenes Teufelsdröckh

I like the people I work with and they work so very hard. I have given each a wee present as a way of saying thanks. I keep waking up in the wee small hours and end up listening to the World Service. I guess that's why I am here now wiring into this Blog. I like having a Blog it just stays here like a dog on my lap. I made my first real Youtube film of me playing the organ. Its just a Simple copy cut and paste job of me playing Holy Holy Holy. I am feeling sad maybe its just sentimentality creeping up on me or is there something lurking ready to pounce. Giles will be back from Dubai soon. Maybe that's it. I have missed his friendship. Its good to have friends. Books can be like a friend. I re read Sartor Resartus Thomas Carlyle its a funny and intriguing book about the imaginary philosopher Diogenes Teufelsdröckh.

Are you being served

I felt odd tonight. Heals were celebrating 200 years of being in existence. I won an award, Champagne, certificate and £100 in Heals Tokens. But it felt unreal. I appreciate the sentiment but the £100 deserves to be given to my colleagues. I will divide amongst them its them who have done the work. I feel strange and undeserving.

Torn in two

I wish that Stirling was not so far from my London home. My family grow older and its been a year since I saw them. Its good to be here but I like London. So Iam torn in two.

first fragments

Fire-worship.

Only twelve then.

Jack de Sousa

a while he allowed his mother to make arrangements for his

My best friend and co-expeditionary was Peter Marshall.

You will know you have one.

the driver

Jack thanked her

feed its inhabitants it was almost essential for a large city to lie near a sea

a congenial dip of my head as though I were sniffing a

waits

simple huts around the Palace walls.

around the room and land on the walls.

magnificent bronze horses from the fallen city as an adornment

had studied

fellow at the table

The chief stumbling blocks that could stymie the patient

Artist unknown Time Merthyr Issue Church, Partrishow

respect for the dead

nivel del aceite....oil level

Rincewind had a feeling that some sort of trap was

esta en la plaza Mayor

mercenaries or something, right?

nozzle on the little fountain in the centre of the courtyard; otherwise

these things to Laura, they would have seemed

he said was an obsession with order

time reversed waves from the edges of the screen; the castle

ignorant people could put a rug on a cow

running errands, or even serving regular customers.

weave into gold by the following morning

discovered that the sun, for instance, could not be reproduced, but that it must be

lives and want to give something back

lyric with Arthur Jackson

Qumran was an extreme wing of the Essene movement

kept my attention riveted upon the body

objectively?

assembly rooms

As you will, Livesay,

behind it, the first and biggest courtyard of the whole complex

with settled accommodation

for your little ones

his wet pajamas, he returned to his room and dressed

standing by an oil lamp in A Piece of Monologue

he's got a nice way with him, but he's a bit of a sheep

But as the son, the onus to visit was surely on him

orchestral suites, Woodland scenes

in 19th century

Towyn, Foryd Road

field of vision and the room turned on its side

with some competence in the English language, dealing with

There weren't even any intersections, but every few kilo

eighteen year olds who must have thought it rather a lark to visit a girls' school

because you were confused?

by snow reflects almost all sunlight falling on it back

you're being very helpful and I really appreciate this

could make it work

serious faced at the security men

white upon them

slipping loose of the steering wheel

for Cilla to cry on, after she'd dumped the beast in question

Natalie kicked it gently as if to check for signs of life.

I don't know

He suddenly seemed bashful

Butchering

did not want to quiet him

will understand

It's all right he mumbled

But as the son, the onus to visit was surely on him

hallucinating

a little larger than necessary

on his chair

She doesn't like pubs

and staring up at her with undisguised loathing for trying to stop

often serve as bedrooms as well

walks across the stage with a bottle of champagne and presents it to me

trochaic substitutions can be cumbersome

and vulgarized elements of Art Deco

A snowy conflict

We stood in small numbers in minus conditions singing advent songs and Christmas Carols. The hoar frost gnawed away at us for an hour until the biting wind and snow forced us to quit. A man enrobed in a downy moaned at us for pinching his patch it was both comical and sad that in our attempt to raise money for AIDS orphans in South Africa we were encroaching on his begging. A moral dilemma, he complained that we were not singing songs he knew just as we started singing Hark the Herald. Later he started mocking our singing by pretending to sing. We have a few more days of this. Luckily we are up to the challenge but the moral conflict grabs my sense of the absurd. There are rumours that the weather it is going to get worse.