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  • in reply to: The Hearty Salon 10/09/2023 … Open Thread #18609
    Dimitar
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    You’re welcome, friend. MK is one of the most mountainous countries per sq. km in the world. Some more scenery set to the haunting music of Dragon Dautovski’s first iteration of Synthesis, “Ljubov i Smrt” (Love and Death)

     

    in reply to: The Hearty Salon 10/09/2023 … Open Thread #18575
    Dimitar
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    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E71G-kbD7Xo&t=127s

    “Македонска љубовна приказна“ е видео приказна составена од околу 450 фотографии, која ги промовира македонските природни убавини, историски знаменитости, цркви, манастири, обичаи, традиции, носии… Видео-изложбата е промовирана во Обединетите Нации во Женева на 6 Септември 2023.

    “Macedonian Love Story” is a video presentation comprised of around 450 photographs that promote Macedonia’s natural wonders, historic characteristics, churches, monasteries, customs, traditions, costumes… the video exhibit is being promoted in the UN @ Geneva 2023.

     

    Dimitar
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    To find love one must first know the
    keening pain of its absence, and so
    discover the enthusiasm of purpose.

    To see love one must first experience
    the devastation of loneliness and so
    seek to become love above all else.

    To know love one must first be willing
    to listen to its voice and render simple
    acts of love with no thought of reward.

    Dimitar
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    Emerging Shapes of Day

    one by one
    each shimmering star dissolves –
    emerging shapes of day

    wolves closing in,
    the wounded tiger’s final stand;
    blood on piled up snow

    blue moon,
    seems so ordinary –
    the one I love gone

    after the storm,
    umbrella torn to shreds,
    the disgruntled lover returns

    from a distance,
    her long black hair, as lean
    and sleek as a swallow’s wing

    Dimitar
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    if there is nothing
    but love in life, there is more
    than enough for all

    the miracle comes
    after you’ve done all
    you can possibly do

    a dream meeting,
    the distance between us bridged
    early this morning

     

     

    Dimitar
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    The Dragon of Fear

    Come hither, worm, and show thy face,
    Renounce thy convoluted coil!
    The crown of wonder you would displace
    And my native joy, despoil.

    Come, don your dark and baleful wings
    And sow thy blights both far and wide;
    And in the sickness of all things
    Regale the tyrant and his bride.

    Come, demon of the battlefield,
    Hovering o’er the blood-soaked sward;
    Where fighting kings and princes yield –
    Take heed my freshly burnished Sword!

    Come, o hydra, what good are heads,
    Multiplied by powers of ten?
    Thy spectres thrive on naught but dread
    And haunt the sovereign dreams of men.

    Come, pestilence of mind and heart,
    And know that only Death misgives;
    Of despair you’ve made an art,
    That twists and blackens all that lives.

    Come, sullen trickster, do confess,
    That when of doubt we’re finally clear;
    The weight of thy own nothingness
    Before the sunburst disappears!

    Dimitar
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    in a soft river breeze
    stands a single willow tree,
    fresh in spring colour

    Basho

    Portrait of Matsuo Basho

    http://valenis.net/gallery1.php#image-3

    Dimitar
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    the winds sing and the                                                                                                                             lilies spin and everything                                                                                                                      is as it should be

    Dimitar
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    In No Time

    Dreading the future, dreading the past,

    Caught in the narrowest of nows.

    Hoping for this, hoping for that,

    Held sway by a multitude of ‘hows’.

    When the emotions are shot and the fire burns hot,

    And the flames they lap at your heels.

    Burn all your crosses, surrender your losses,

    Let go of all of your ‘steals’.

    For the burdens you bear aren’t worth the care,

    Blinding you as they do to the day.

    Unravel the spin, let the silence back in,

    And in no time you’ll be back on your way!

    Dimitar
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    Well that’s gotta be one of the most “creative” posts I’ve ever done.

     

    Dimitar
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    dreading the future,                                                                                                                                                           dreading the past,                                                                                                                                                            caught in the narrowest of nows                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     hoping for this,                                                                                                                                                                    hoping for that,                                                                                                                                                                   held sway by a multitude of ‘hows’                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               when the emotions are shot                                                                                                                                             and the fire burns hot,                                                                                                                                                      and the flames they lap at your heels                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            burn all your crosses,                                                                                                                                                         surrender your losses,                                                                                                                                                   let go of all of your ‘steals’                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             for the burdens you bear                                                                                                                                                  aren’t worth the care,                                                                                                                                                        blinding you as they do to the day                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 unravel the spin,                                                                                                                                                                 let the silence back in,                                                                                                                                                      and in no time you’ll be back on your way!

    Dimitar
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    Victory

    Those who seek to pick a fight

    See no further than their nose,

    In tribulation take delight

    And rejoice in every dying rose.

    But victory comes not from up above

    And cannot be multiplied by powers of ten

    Tis won through simple acts of love

    That spring from the selfless hearts of men

    Dimitar
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    I don’t know about anyone else, but I am having trouble with the formatting here. Does not seem to follow a logic that I’m able to grasp. Oh well, I’ll keep trying.

    Dimitar
    Participant

    Those who seek to pick a fight                                                                                                                                    See no further than their nose,                                                                                                                                     In tribulation take delight                                                                                                                                                And rejoice in every dying rose.

    But victory comes not from up above                                                                                                                            And cannot be multiplied by powers of ten                                                                                                             Tis won through simple acts of love                                                                                                                        That spring from the selfless hearts of men

    Dimitar
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    A charming short film about making a Macedonian kaval;

    “Just before his death, the legendary kaval player, Mile Kolarov said to me; “As a shepherd boy I knew how to settle my flock. With a melody I could make my sheep climb onto my shoulders like doves.Now as an old man, when sleep eludes me and mythoughts become disturbed, as the sheep did once, I get up and ply my naval in the moonlight to calm and soothe my spirit. I think that the range that these two images span encompasses all the engrossing metaphysical mystery of the naval and it’s
    deathless sound – from a simple, utilitarian, shepherd’s device for settling his flock down to gentle grazing and peaceful, healthy digestion of their food in order to provide an abundance of milk and good quality wool to a musical instrument fitting and worthy of singing the praises of life and all nature and of the divine existence of the soul.”

    The above words are attributed to Macedonian master of the kaval Mile Kolarov, and the below clip is of the master himself, posted by Australian musician, Lindsey Pollack, performing on Australian televison on 1979. An ezgija is essentially a meditative flute solo elaborating on a theme.

    Mile Kolarev; Ezgija

     

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