Galaxie Nave by Ionel Talpazan
“My art shows spiritual technology, something beautiful and beyond human imagination, that comes from another galaxy.”
Commissioner of Selection: Paul Corby
( Brought To You by Tasting My Time, Smelling The Poses and Dilly Gagging .)
Show dedicated to the memory of Liba Berry
5-7 p.m. Fridays online http://www.radioregent.com/ and at tunein.com .
5-7 p.m. Fridays online http://www.radioregent.com/ and at tunein.com .
Canadians in Asterisk’d RED.
Joan Armatrading ~ I'm Lucky ~ Classics vol. 21 ~ @ Koerner Hall Saturday
Fifty Four-40 ~ I Go Blind ~ Sweeter Things - A Compilation @ The Commodore Ballroom Vancouver
Saturday 10 October
Dan Bern ~ Eva ~ Fleeting Days ~@ Hugh's Room Wednesday 7 October
Ariel Pocock ~ You Can Close Your Eyes ~ Touchstone NEW DISK~ @ Jazz Bistro Saturday
5:20 Crash Converters
* Arsenals feat. Walter Crash Morgan (26 June 1960 - 6 October 1995) ~ The System ~ Stomp
* Adrian Sheriff Miller feat. Walter Crash Morgan ~ Rude Boy On The Bus
Jackson Browne ~ Everywhere I Go ~ I`m Alive
Easy Star All Stars ~ Fitter, Happier ~ Radiodread
* Tara Kannangara ~ Fractured / Interview / Sound The Alarm / Good On The Ground ~ Some Version Of The Truth NEW DISK~ CD release @ The Burdock Saturday, 14 November
6:00 The Stark Soul Of The Night
Eddie Clearwater ( Blues Blast Lifetime Achievement Award 2015 ) ~ Crossover ~ Help Yourself (Blind Pig)
Oliver Nelson feat. Phil Woods (November 2, 1931 – September 29, 2015) ~ Goin`To Chicago Blues ~ More Blues And The Abstract Truth
Nuyorican Soul feat. Hilton Ruiz and Dave Valentin~ Gotta New Life ~ Nuyorican Soul
Kurt Elling ~ My Foolish Heart ~ Live In Chicago
6:30 Wake Up Searching
* Vishten ~ Je Vous Aime Tant ~ Terre Rouge NEW DISK
Oliver Nelson ~ Blues For Mr. Broadway ~ More Blues And The Abstract Truth Toronto Music Listings
Eros ~ Let It Be ~ Beatles Regrooved
Iggy Azalea ~ Change Your Life ~ Shift K3Y Remix
MARY OLIVER
THE BUDDHAS LAST INSTRUCTION.
“Make of yourself a light”
said the Buddha,
before he died.
I think of this every morning
as the east begins
to tear off its many clouds
of darkness, to send up the first
signal-a white fan
streaked with pink and violet,
even green.
An old man, he lay down
between two sala trees,
and he might have said anything,
knowing it was his final hour.
The light burns upward,
it thickens and settles over the fields.
Around him, the villagers gathered
and stretched forward to listen.
Even before the sun itself
hangs, disattached, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere
by its ocean of yellow waves.
No doubt he thought of everything
that had happened in his difficult life.
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire-
clearly I’m not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly, beneath the branches,
he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.
said the Buddha,
before he died.
I think of this every morning
as the east begins
to tear off its many clouds
of darkness, to send up the first
signal-a white fan
streaked with pink and violet,
even green.
An old man, he lay down
between two sala trees,
and he might have said anything,
knowing it was his final hour.
The light burns upward,
it thickens and settles over the fields.
Around him, the villagers gathered
and stretched forward to listen.
Even before the sun itself
hangs, disattached, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere
by its ocean of yellow waves.
No doubt he thought of everything
that had happened in his difficult life.
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire-
clearly I’m not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly, beneath the branches,
he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.
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