MY TAKE; doses of Wild YAM

Menolyrical; Let Me Set You A...

Scene

There was a place once

I saw

It sat upon the sea

Where sky was blue

The water too

And the building twixt was three.

It was white I think

Or grey

But took the bluish hue

The tide was out

some crowd about

A distant and mingling queue.

Out upon the strands

Bare feet

Bent backs and metal pails

Time opportune

Harvest of noon

The whelks, the cockles, the snails.

Rocks and black-brown sand

It was

That sea-bed now exposed

Man misses naught

A fish is caught

As the sleeping dogs reposed.

Ephemeral scene

It is

Reliant on nature's whim

When water turns

The liquid churns

And the building seems to swim.

Yes, it's a boomerang/repost... very little happening just now so this makes life easy. Anyway, this is also the time I need to remind you that next week is, once again, FFF time!!! Golly gee, it sure does flee...

Menoizikul; Midweek Musicalisms

Next of our November-born composers... Alfred Schnittke, 24th November 1934, Saratov Oblast, Russia. There was a lot of work to choose from, but I opted for choral works. I could have brought you one of the Penitential Psalms, but instead, here is Voices of Nature... it is silent to very low for about ninety seconds, then rises, peaks, then returns to silence. An exercise in patience. There is something a little akin to the work of Arvo Pärt in this sound, I feel. If you decide to follow that link to the Psalms, you will find there is an affinity with the deep chants of the Russian Orthodox monks... I will be listening to more of this composer!

Me-Now-Views; Less Speak More Peek

The images in this selection are, technically, 'art vibe' candidates, but fall a bit outside it, as I don't have all the pertinent attributions, and they are specifically museum pieces rather than straight gallery items. Some info is provided—the giant tapestry weaving is of particular interest due to its production with pure wool... read more here. The last two were from the Cold War exhibition.