more rumi

Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah.
It makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.

~ Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi

The return of radical bookshops

“In the last five to 10 years there has been a massive resurgence in interest in grassroots politics and activism,” says Mandy Vere of Liverpool’s radical bookshop News From Nowhere, where she has worked since soon after its launch in 1974. The shop, named after William Morris’s utopian novel and run by a not-for-profit women’s collective, is, she says, benefiting from the anti-globalisation movement, the anti-capitalist backlash provoked by the current financial crisis, the recent growth in climate change and green activism, and the re-energised feminist movements. Full article.

on writing…

When you write, you light a bonfire in the spirit world. It is dark there. Lost souls wander alone. Your inner flame flares up. And the lost souls gather near your light and heat. And they see the next artist at work and go there. And they follow the fires until they find their ways home. (Luis Alberto Urrea)

Allama Iqbal, Gabriel and Ibl?s

In the Quranic account of man’s creation, God asks the angels to bow down to Adam; they bow down, except Ibl?s. God banishes Ibl?s but, granting his request, gives him the power to tempt and waylay humans except those who submit in sincerity to their Creator… Full article.

Room for optimism by Mohsin Hamid

most excellent article by mohsin hamid – finally, a diff story of pakistan:

“As I see it, the Pakistan project is a messy search for ways to improve the lives of 180 million very different citizens. False nationalism won’t work: we are too diverse to believe it. That is why our dictatorships inevitably end. Theocracy won’t work: we are too diverse to agree on the interpretation of religious laws. That is why the Taliban won’t win. Can democracy deliver? In some ways it already has.” Full article.

The After-Lives of Agha Shahid Ali

This is not a set of multicultural clichés about the mutual coexistence of diverse cultures. Urdu — its rhythm, sounds and mood — is poured into English, so that we are left just a little bit uncertain about which language we are in. In the age of its global dominance, Anglophone writing, the poem suggests, has the ethical responsibility to look beyond itself. And of course this mixing of languages recalls the birth many centuries ago of Urdu itself, the quintessential mixed language, created when Persian and Arabic rhythms, sounds and moods were poured into Hindi, the vernacular of north India. An early name for Urdu is of course simply that — rekhta (poured, spilled or mixed). Look for full article here.

Asa – Fire on the Mountain

Hey Mr. soldier man, tomorrow is the day you go to war
Boy you are fighting for another man’s ’cause and you don’t even know him
What did they say to make you so blind to your conscience and reason?
Could it be love for your country or for the gun you use in killing?
So there is fire on the mountain and nobody seems to be on the run
Oh there is fire on the mountain top and no one is a’ running.

The Beatles – Across The Universe

still stuck on the beatles…

a beautifully written song – to me it’s about the vastness, the thrill, the possibility of the unknown – the limitlessness of time and space captured in a paper cup, a letterbox. the divine and mundane are one and the same – makes the universe, the future less intimidating. we can make it our own, capture it, connect to it, thrill to it.

ACROSS THE UNIVERSE

Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

review: “the morini strad” by willy holtzman at geva theatre

went to see a reading of willy holtzman’s play in progress, “the morini strad” at geva theatre yesterday.

based on a true story, the play recounts the meeting and gradual friendship that forms between erica morini, one of the most talented violinists in the world (famous for her muscular technique), and brian skarstad, a gifted violin maker/repairman.

they meet for the first time at erica’s fifth avenue apartment. luxuriously furnished yet showing signs of wear and tear, it’s obvious that the apartment has seen better days. erica morini is now in her nineties. a child prodigy who made her new york debut at carnegie hall when she was but 14 and who was able to transition into a successful music career as an adult, erica’s fingers are now arthritic. she can no longer play but she retains much of her diva disposition. she is brusque, standoffish and relentlessly sarcastic. initially, it’s hard to discern some of her dialogue – mostly staccato repartees to brian’s every question and comment.

after much ado she brings out her 1727 stradivarius, a legend more than a violin. brian recognizes it instantly. he is blown away. he also sees that it’s damaged – too much solvent ate right through the wood. he is confident that he can repair it: “it will be invisible” he says.

as he begins to work on the strad with erica hovering over him in his workshop, they start to discover each other. she learns about brian’s wife (a music composer who is on a different diet every week) and his sons (who like to play the electric guitar much more than the violin – erica is frequently appalled by the noise they make). she recognizes brian’s genius at what he does and they have discussions about the artistic life vs family life. she tells him she chose not to have children. she wanted to focus on her art, her career. she asks him if he ever questions his choices. he is overwhelmed by bills and does repair work most of the time but he is happy. he doesn’t have any highfalutin ideas about art and life. she needles him, makes him admit that sometimes he has doubts. we begin to see her in a different light. gone are the short cutting replies. she reveals warmth and a rather raunchy sense of humor. she begins to acquire dimension as a character, as a human being.

erica is impressed by brian’s work, by how he holds the strad. to her he is an artist. one of the best articulated ideas in the play is morini’s belief that life, like a symphony, has 4 distinct movements:

1) opening sonata or allegro: defines the tempo of a musical piece – is crucial as it can affect the mood and difficulty of an entire composition, or an entire life.

2) a slow movement such as adagio: to be performed slowly and gracefully.

3) a minuet or scherzo: written in the same time and rhythm as a minuet (a social dance of french origin for two), to be executed in a lively, playful manner.

4) an allegro, rondo, or sonata: indicates a return to the original theme or motif – it’s music that is fast and vivacious, normally allegro.

she reminds brian repeatedly to make the most of the third movement – to live it to the full and not compromise – before the overwhelming, frantic, harried onset of the fourth and final movement.

having developed trust in brian, both at a personal and professional level, erica asks him to sell the perfectly restored strad. he is elated and grateful. he starts to dream about all the things he can do with his commission. they begin to show the instrument to interested buyers but erica is too exacting. to her the process is as delicate and torturous as an adoption. the sale begins to fall apart. erica changes her mind. brian is disappointed – he feels used. they say some nasty things to each other. but when erica has a heart attack and ends up on her deathbed in a hospital, it’s brian who turns up to comfort her. she asks him to make sure the strad is safe in her apartment – she feels nervous about its whereabouts. by the time brian gets there with the keys, the police are all over the place. the strad has been stolen.

brian returns to erica’s side and doesn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. she passes into the blinding glare of bright lights, much as she did when the curtains opened at carnegie hall and she made her new york debut.

the two actors who read brian and erica (james waterston and lynn cohen) were amazing. i cannot imagine how lovely the final production will be as the play is filled with music and discussions about life and art. terrific.

Erica Morini, 91, Subtle Violinist Who Explored Concerto Range, New York Times, November 3, 1995

Bruch: Violin Concerto No.1 3rd mvt (Erica Morini)1963: