Showing posts with label Kate McGarrigle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kate McGarrigle. Show all posts

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!



Kate McGarrigle's son, Rufus Wainwright, singing Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" in the movie, "Shrek," seems just right today.

Shrek: Fiona? Are you all right?
[Stands up and looks at herself, then at Shrek]
Princess Fiona: Yes. But, I don't understand. I'm supposed to be beautiful.
Shrek: But you are beautiful.
[They kiss and live happily ever after]

I'm preparing to weave again. The colors have been chosen.

And you can see on my table a book about self-publishing I bought from our local independent bookstore, Village Books. The bookstore has a machine now that will print books, including self-published books, with a perfect bound binding. At this time, the machine is not set up to print illustrations but can print a full-color cover. I'm giving some thought to printing up some copies of a less-expensive poetry-only version of my book, with a full-color cover featuring one of my paintings.

The book about self-publishing was written by Lindsey McGuirk and Rod Burton. Lindsey McGuirk is the person in charge of the book-making machine at Village Books. Rod Burton is a graphic designer who has designed a variety of books.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Dear to our Hearts

















Kate McGarrigle (February 6, 1946 - January 18, 2010)

See wood s lot for more about Kate and Anna McGarrigle. This is worth reading, too. It explains a little about a new song Kate wrote:




















"Closing my eyes, I hear the sea ..."(Kate McGarrigle)

Saturday, July 14, 2007

MENDOCINO COUNTY AND TRINITY COUNTY, CALIFORNIA

Besides where I live, two of my favorite places on the earth are where the Gualala River meets the Pacific Ocean at the southwestern corner of Mendocino County and the area in the vicinity of Weaverville in Trinity County.

And from a favorite song by Kate McGarrigle, TALK TO ME OF MENDOCINO:

. . . Talk to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea . . .

. . . And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plain
Rise up over the Rockies
And down on into California
Out to where but the rocks again
And let the sun set on the ocean
I will watch it from the shore
Let the sun rise over the redwoods
I'll rise with it till I rise no more . . .