My new song “How Do We Keep Our Love” with lyrics by the wonderful British poet Michael Walsh-McLaughlin.
In a duet with a talented musician and actor Sergey Yakushev.
THE TRAIL BENEATH THE YEARS
(Farewell to Africa)
It was when the grind and grumble,
Of those wagons passed this way,
The colour-sergeant’s bark was never meek,
The sighing strain of steel,
That was bound fast to the wheel,
Was melody to rumble and to squeak.
Death and Transfiguration is neither poem nor soliloquy. The hour of midnight had long struck when my thoughts asked the question, what is it like to die? I was alone, the background to my whimsical notions was Richard Strauss’s musical-poem, “Death and Transfiguration”.
The arts, literature and poetry, were very important to the peoples of the workers Reich. Literature, poetry and art were the roots through which the folk sustained their unique culture. Immersion in one’s being, experienced through the third eye, is a binding influence on the nation. Warriors, wherever in the world they are posted, know their land and their folk are with them.