Sunday Music

The last week blurred by. Yesterday saw me working, it is one of two days in the course of the year when we additionally have to  drive on a Saturday ; sometime in July there will be additional working hours on a regular working day, nothing extra-ordinary, it’s all in the contract.
Today I did nearly nothing, or just the usual, reading, and searching for further information about what I have read – in this case parts of the autobiography of Rudolf ROCKER (1873-1958) (Ger., Eng.), maybe I’ll write a post about him.
I felt no inclination to step out today, what is a shame, because it was a very nice day, clear sky, sunlight, wind … tomorrow, not now.
So let’s without further ado proceed to today’s Sunday Music. It is a piece written by Maneli JAMAL, who performs it together with Andrew YORK (Eng.), titled Southern Magnolia.
I hope you enjoy the music – may we all have a peaceful week ahead.



13 thoughts on “Sunday Music

  1. Looking out my breakfast room window while listening and there are three Southern Magnolias in our backyard! They are as gorgeous and majestic as this piece of music! xoxo

  2. You always have interesting topics. Looking forward to your take on Rocker.

    An organization of anarchists always strikes me as amusing. “Anarchists of the world unite!” — me

  3. And of course these trees shrunk & shrivel in comparison to Savannah’s majestic gorgeousness !
    Ha – It had to be said …
    (Shameless, right ? :) )

    Rocker is an interesting man, who ended in American exile, in a kind of “Kommune” near NYC. I wonder whether the Anglo-Saxon and Northern-American branch of the anarchist movement is correctly described with “libertarian” / “libertär” – I simply do not know enough about them, LẌ. But the individualistic school of thought within anarchism surely can call Thoreau (and some around him) as successors – I have to find out more.

  4. I shall go and revise Rocker, so that I have something pertinent, or impertinent to say when the time comes. I believe he would appreciate some impertinence.

    I’m too hot.

  5. Oh, dear. Should I be swotting up on Rocker like Ms Scarlet? I’m afraid that I clicked the Maneli Jamal link and got swept away looking at his pretty, smiley face while I listened to that lovely, lilting (thanks Eros) piece. Oops!

  6. Absolutely gorgeous tribute to magnolias. I know absolutely nothing about Rocker, so it will be an interesting read should you choose to right about him.

  7. You are sizzling, MsScarlet, sizzling I say !
    Good old Rudolf definitely enjoyed the company of ladys, had some pretty radical ideas about marriage, and I think he could handle im~ / pertinence well.

    Eye candy for IDV, great to be helpful.

    I just need to get my arse up and write, dear Foam – it simply needs to get all together, then it’s just writing & linking. But it’s hot and I am naturally lazy … and there is another Interesting Woman waiting – ach

    CARAMBA ! Green arsenic paint ! The stuff that (possibly) killed Napoleon. We call it “Schweinfurter Grün” (Ger.), the English-speaking world knows it as “Paris Green” (Eng.)
    I am sure that the authors of the article are correct when they assume that the paint was used to protect the books (and the recycled leather especially) against vermin and other pest infestations.
    As far as I recall there were no green(ish) books in the bookmine, also no smell of garlic. In fact I found some books that clearly were nibbled … well, it is a rural environmant after all … But I remember that there was a large roll of film that showed some pretty strange growing carbuncle. I avoided the thing, and left it in a storage in another cellar. I do not need no damn Nitrit burning my hands on top of arsenic poisoning !

  8. Another Interesting Woman waiting?!

    I know nothing of Rocker, but do love magnolias and that was a lovely piece of music. I’m currently sitting on a balcony in Wales waiting for the thunder storm to close in and drench me. I never thought I’d long for rain!

  9. I love rain, lovely Eryl. And I know nothing about Wales, except that they speak a funny language there. And there is of course mining coal – wasn’t Richard Burton Welsh ? I think there is a place called Port Talbot Mitzi one wrote about, some experience as I recall.
    I hope the thunderstorm was worth the wait !

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