devastation and destruction
scorching words of encouragement always welcome from Adolf
sizzling in the eternal fiery pit
being banned from the eurovision contest
and netball championship
might not be enough of a deterrent
for russian vlad the modern day tsar
to cease his invasion of ukraine
anyway
his mate donald traitor trump is on his way
to save the day
with very helpful suggestions
and then we can all be happy fascists together
MESSAGE FROM UKRAINE
Alexei Sultanov (Russian: Алексей Султанов; August 7, 1969 – June 30, 2005) was a Soviet Union-born American classical pianist of Uzbek origin.
Alexei Sultanov was born to a family of musicians, his father a
cellist, his mother a violinist, both music teachers. At the age of 6,
he began piano lessons in Tashkent with Tamara Popovich and then with Lev Naumov at the Moscow Conservatory. At the age of thirteen he was a participant of the International Radio Competition for Young Musicians in Prague.[1] He became famous after winning the Eighth Van Cliburn International Piano Competition on June 11, 1989, at the age of 19,[2]
the youngest contestant in that year's competition. Listeners were awed
by his virtuosic technique, musicality, and dynamic range.
He became an American citizen in 2004.[
In 1996 he had his first stroke, and despite his refusal was convinced by his wife Dace Abele to visit Ed Kramer, a neurologist. Kramer checked on him and discovered some small black spots which proved to him that blood clots had formed in the brain. Despite the stroke he continued his performance in Tokyo, but there he suffered another stroke. After that the same neurologist diagnosed him with diastolic heart failure. In February 2001, he had another stroke. The strokes damaged everything except the cerebral cortex and he was able to continue performing[3] while sitting in a wheelchair. On June 30, 2005, at 4:30 a.m., he suffocated following a stroke. He died at the age of 35 in Fort Worth.[2][4]
His performances of concerti by Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninoff were recorded, with Maxim Shostakovich conducting the London Symphony Orchestra, and were published under the Teldec Classics label, while his other albums such as the Fantaisie–Impromptu of 1997 and Sultanov plays Chopin which was released two years later were published by the Arts Core Corporation. He also was a part of a PBS documentary called Here to Make Music which was produced by Peter Rosen for US viewers. The film won an award and has been aired worldwide ever since.[5]
storm dudley wreaking havoc
a match made in hell
what a terrible time
this has been
pandemic
death of friends
loss of jobs
slips and falls
promises broken
citizens betrayed by politicians
when lo and behold
suddenly
amongst the unsuspecting shoppers
ambling about like pelicans in the supermarket
the angels appear with their instruments
giving a heavenly choir performance
good enough to stop traffic
a breath taking experience
for all the shoppers
to remember
watch this
look at their faces
HANDEL IS HAPPINESS
WHIRLIGIG # 358
This Weeks Words
breath watch traffic pelicans heavenly angels slips pandemic death loss jobs friends
Friday Writings # 14
evening's fall colors
the trees and the lake
pink and yellow
the rainbow in the valley
the rainbow over the ocean
breathtaking gifts
fades away
everything does eventually
both good and bad
into the waves
under a silent glittering moon
no clouds no danger
a calm sea sanctuary on a midsummer's night
better than a dinner on the pier
there were no tell tale signs
of why there was going to be
an unseasonal storm of this magnitude
an echo of last winters chaos
howling winds and decimated forests
it was a calm warm night
the moon full and dazzling bright
her grandmother saw that small bone
lying in an old lambs tongue tin in the dirt
she stopped dead in her tracks
we knew something was up
she knew
we all knew she knew
this was not the first time
Wordle by Magaly Guerrero
roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds
© Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016)
jane laughs with the angels
sprinkling sea spray over the rocks
teardrops fall
in the middle of the night
no more hope
the song of birds, a new day rises
waves of love warm a world in fear
© Chèvrefeuille,
waves of love
wash over her
like a low tide
lapping gently
at the water's edge
forgive me
for being brash but
i'm told that it's best
not to hide feelings
i miss you
i need you
you have unlocked
the door to my heart
with your warmth
with your words
with your look
don't stay outside
in the cold
come inside
hold me now
