Silent Dentistry, leaf blowers and Heironymous Bosch

Hello. I’m quite sure people in the future will look back on our 21st century urban experience and feel great compassion for us…somewhat like the way we feel about people who had to have their legs taken off without anaesthetic in WW2, for example, or god forbid, being drawn and quartered in the Middle Ages. Heironymous Bosch comes to mind.

The amount of NOISE we endure on a daily basis is frankly, inhuman. Against human.  Against humanity. Not to mention the aesthetic laws being broken and the heavy fines that should be applied to anyone caught with a leaf blower in their hands. And how do you feel about dental drills?

Anyone else out there for the invention of silent dentistry?

Heironymous

a hush of cool rivulets brings a sigh of satisfaction over the land

 

rain

 

 

Let the rain fall…

                              let it fall…

                                                   let it fall…

                             

 

                             

                           up                 

              reach

      you

as                                              and catch it in your ready hands

 

Open your mouth and taste it

clear and cool on your human tongue

dance round and round in delight like a giggling child

 

Let it rain…

                        let it fall… 

                                                 let it simply fall…

                                              

let it sink into you and disappear

bringing new life

clearing a new path

This streaming hush of cool rivulets

This sombre sweetening

That cools your fevers

and brings a sigh of satisfaction wide over the land.

 

 

H.Burke Sept.2. 2014

 

Holly Burke & The Naturals Proud of Pride and the Freedom to Love

…and how much the celebration of our freedom to love means, on the world stage.

St.Andrews Wesley Church and Jamie Croil of Jazz Vespers are kindly hosting us.

Where: The Wall Centre Outdoor Stage – Burrard/Nelson right across from the church.

When:  Saturday August 2nd  4 – 5 pm.

So c’mon…jump in!

😉

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Escaping High Intensity Density Tonight @ The Gumboot Cafe

Everything in the West End seems to build up to the Pride Parade happening this weekend…The Fireworks series, the many towers getting washed down, cleaned up, and drilled upon…On top of all that is the little Ziggurat project they’re working on right next to me (which sounds a lot like dental work) One way and another, I figure it’s a great time to escape the clutches of the city and lean my arm up on the juice bar at the old hippy hangout in Roberts Creek, the Gumboot Cafe. Seraphina enjoys these types of outings. We’ll be playing Wayne and Patti Miller’s original music and Patti will dance! They are born – again Hawaiians.  Summertime music will be made, and a good time will be had by all.

😉

Holly 

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I Am in Touch with You ~Thanks for Reading…from All Over The World!

I was looking at my site stats yesterday and saw that I have had visitors, from literally all over the world!! thank you!! what a tremendous feeling. When your two favourite things to do are play the flute and write poetry…you could feel that you’re, well, like, obscure. But no…I am in touch with you! So what would you like to see more of here, World? Talk to me: in your language. 🙂 Holly     Screen Shot 2014-07-24 at 10.18.25 AM

Poem for Paul Horn

Cardinal

 

Wonderwalk

It is June in Tucson
and I’m staying with my flute pal, Paul Horn,
or, the god Pan, take your pick.
the Sonora desert is teeming with Life
birds taking chorus after chorus
quail, wood dove, cardinal and humming birds
quivering pink bouganvillea lays back
beneath brilliance of impossible blue skies
sun kissing my neck
it has an Easter feeling here
with all the wild rabbits
so tame you can almost
touch them.

HB

 

This poem was written during a visit with Paul in Tucson

in the late nineties. Paul passed this week. He was a flute mentor

to me and life long inspiration. My love goes out to Ann and the family.

Strangely, I had a dream this week of a red cardinal. Now, I will think of Paul

when I play, with love.

 

Summer’s First Morning Awakens

Summer’s First Morning Awakens.

Summer’s First Morning Awakens

A play of words

A play of light

The longest day

The shortest night

Let the madness of the world fall away today

and you and I dance around the sun

Summer’s first morning awakens

like a precious child

a daisy ring

a four-leaf clover of hope

the full familiar fragrance

that I yearn for has arrived

We stand balanced for a moment

at our height our peak

in the sweet stillness of truth

beyond the pendulum of light and dark

H Burke June 21 2014

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The Holly, The Ivy and Naturals Light

The Holly, The Ivy and Naturals Light.

The Holly, The Ivy and Naturals Light

Naturals Light ~ a tasty trio version of Holly Burke & The Naturals will be appearing at the historic Sylvia Hotel on English Bay this Thursday, where we’ll delve into the mystery of the history…of this legendary ivy covered hotel, The Grande Dame of English Bay.

Did Errol Flynn really die there? is it haunted? And what about that cat, Mr.Got to Go?

Come find out.

1154 Gilford St. 8-10 pm. Two delicious sets. n/c

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