Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
Happy new year to all who celebrate the Chinese New Year. It is the year of the Water Tiger. I feel inspired to write a short poem.
Surrender To The Forest
silence descends
deep are the shadows
birdsong marks its passing
the water laps the lake

Continuing on this cultural journey, I think we should have a listen to Sun Quan, The Emperor, by Moyun. Enjoy.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
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Thank you, Brian. I will definitely be listening to more of Moyun’s music.
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Love your poem!
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Thanks, Wormsie. For some reason, I found this comment in my spam today.
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Ah. I wondered that you hadn’t responded to it but had responded to the one about the music. I thought perhaps you were too modest. ๐
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If people like my little poems, I’m happy. Words two syllables or less are my speciality. ๐
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And fab music too! Will show it to my kids tonight.
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It is such a great sound.
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What beautiful music! And I love the tiger and your short poem! ๐ Roar into the weekend, Tracy! ๐ฏ๐
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Thank you, Lisa. I hope you have something nice planned for the weekend.
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โค love your poem! Bear didn't like the music but I do.
The Tyger
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Thank you, Martha. I don’t think I’ve read the whole of Blake’s poem before. It’s wonderful. Strangely enough when I was writing this poem, I kept asking myself what words could I use to describe the tiger and I just couldn’t think of any that it would do it justice, so I didn’t. I’ve only now realised that it was a tactic used by Blake, albeit his poem possesses a grandness, a sense of awe, that mine does not.
Hopefully Teddy has better taste in music than Bear. It blew my mind.
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I think that’s a wonderful instrument. I fell under its spell in China at a concert the province put on for foreign teachers. I like Chinese music. I love the Erhu, that 2 stringed “violin”. It’s haunting. The year after I got back from China I organized a city-wide festival of Asian culture. I had to “interview” performers and one was a Chinese youth orchestra. I went to hear them and a girl played the song “Homesick” on the erhu. I cried all the way through it. It evoked every emotion I felt being exiled from China (how I felt at the time). Pretty amazing. No other piece of music has ever affected me like that.
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Very atmospheric verse, Tracy. A hush does descend with this majestic beast in the vicinity.
Fantastic music!
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Thank you, Punam. โค
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I like your poem, Tracy, and thanks for an introduction to Moyun too. Very atmospheric.
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My pleasure, Margaret.
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What tremendously wonderful music, Tracy. Thank you.
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My pleasure, Tish.
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Thank you for the enjoyable musical interlude on a rainy, sleety Friday. I love your poem! It feels so good to surrender to the forest (and to poetry).
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Thanks so much, Liz. That music is perfect for your weather. Stay warm, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Tracy! I’m lounging in my reading nook by the pellet stove as we speak!
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Inspiring start to the year of the tiger. Music, poetry and beautiful photo.
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I love a tiger year. Hope it doesn’t get aggro though.
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I hope so too, but not looking too good at the moment
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Yeah, not great.
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What a great piece of music. Must have taken a lot of practice (and skill) to play that stringed instrument.
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I agree, Vicki.
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A lovely poem and music choice, Tracy. For some reason as I listened to the music memories of the band Weather Report popped into my head – at one time they were influenced by world music.
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Thanks, Heather. Now, I am curious. I will have to check out Weather Report. Goodness knows what Google will turn up. ๐
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Haha! I hope you like them.
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What an amazing, beautiful beast Tracy. Loved your short poem and appreciate your homage to the New Year.
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Thanks so much Tina.
If you would like to see the latest mosaic its title is Mallacoota – Retreat to the River. No pressure though.
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What a refreshing surprise this post is Tracy, all lovely, and, I was greatly taken with the music .. it’s totally awesome!
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Are you surprised because I am often negative, Liz, or because this was unexpected?
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We’ve been away so I was catching up on missed blog-posts and also feeling tired. I loved the contemplative feel of your poem and the beautiful music was a big surprise as I had no idea what I was in for! I love harp music and found this similar-but-different ๐ Your post was very refreshing for me, thank you! Definitely “unexpected” as in ~just what I needed in that moment ๐
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Thank you Liz. That’s very kind of you.
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Love the festive reprise … I am particularly taken by the drum work. What a energetic way to start my morning!
Your poem is haunting; a reminder that nature marks time and space in her own way, and that we will get left behind if we don’t pay heed.
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Thanks, Ju-Lyn. I couldn’t think how to describe a tiger. It is an other worldly beast.
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I always surrender to the forest! And now, to your poetry and to Moyun. Wonderful.
I must say I tried to comment on your two posts on your art, but it did not work. It says it needs a password or something. I can say I much appreciated both posts!
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Ann Christine, I did respond to your comments on my art but it’s my suspicion that if you were busy and did not see them before I locked the post, then you would not have received those replies. Thank you so much very much for your comments. Anyone can make lovely mosaics, AC. It is such an accessible art form. The tricky ones do take practice though.
I’m hesitant to say, because it wsscher face that I focussed on but I think your mother was wearing a soft lilac coloured shirt in the photo.
Also, thank you for this comment.
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I got the response, yes – but could not answer to them!
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I’ll email you the password. ๐
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