Sunday, January 01, 2017

Happy New Year MMXVII: New Lines from the Horizon

Cryptic Sylvester at the Rogue movies ... New beginnings, fresh starts, reaffirmations of love and promises for a brighter future all come to mind as we ring in  A New Year



“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’” -  Past Sydney circa 1950s


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Around that time Oscar,Tony and Grammy award-winning songwriter Frank Loesser, wrote “What are you doing New Years Eve?”’

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We only know Sydney in those precious 1980s and 1990s ( we even recognise some of the cabinet papers ;-) when sun rarely went down and night was always young at 4 am ... Then there was that rare live duet of George Michael and Elton John singing "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me" hit No. 1 on the pop charts in Feb. of 1992, it was  our dad's last birthday on this earth and  GI was mapping her way to Paddington birth centre.  "Freedom" on George Michael's 1990 album Listen Without Prejudice reflected the birth of the first Child of Velvet Revolution. Those lyrics still have a power to transform caring bohemian strangers  ....

"Caring is one of the most intimate and human ways to connect with others. And it can be expressed in multiple ways — from helping an elderly person cross the street to fighting a house fire. But certain parts of America practice this virtue more than others. In order to identify those areas, WalletHub’s analysts compared the 100 most populated cities across 32 key indicators of a compassionate spirit...

In Bra and Bondi Iceberg circle, New Year’s Eve was known as Amateur’s Night, the one time each year when hobbyist drinkers indulged in what they imagined was depraved Bacchanalia. It was a grim spectacle. I remember one Dec. 31 in Boston seeing half a dozen women leaning against the wall in an alley, all moaning and vomiting, and it wasn’t yet midnight. Proficient drinking, as with writing sonnets or mastering Chopin’s etudes, calls for discipline and years of practice. Now I stay home and wake up without a hangover. In his first collection, Dying: An Introduction (1968), L.E. Sissman includes a sequence of four sonnets, “The Tree Warden.” The third is “December Thirty-First”: 

“The days drew in this fall with infinite art, 
Making minutely earlier the stroke 
Of night each evening, muting what awoke 
Us later every morning: the red heart

“Of sun. December's miniature day 
Is borne out on its stretcher to be hung, 
Dim, minor, and derivative, among 
Great august canvases now locked away.

“Opposed to dated day, the modern moon
Comes up to demonstrate its graphic skill:
Laying its white-on-white on with a will,
Its backward prism makes a monotone.

“In the New Year, night after night will wane;

Color will conquer; art will be long again.”



Don’t let the sun go down on me...
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see...
I'd just allow a fragment of your life, to wander free...
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 Child prodigy’s Cinderella opera thrills Vienna BBC

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Come, children, gather round my knee;
Something is about to be.

Tonight’s December Thirty-First,
Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small,
Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark! It’s midnight, children dear.
Duck! Here comes another year.
- Wishful Jozef Imrich after 
(via fonetik Havel Avenue) Sparkling Pinot Noir


"We are hoping to make it rain purple this year for the first time, not only off the barges, but also off the Sydney Harbour Bridge:"  Fortunato Forti Antipodean Fortunes:

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Families in Sydney are treated to an early fireworks display, featuring a dazzling homage to beloved musician Prince
Sydney's Sylvester


“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something. So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”
-Neil Gaiman







To begin, begin ...
~ William Wordsworth (What Did WW mean ... what the quote literally says: to start something, you must actively engage it. It means that sometimes the hardest step is the first one, but you need the courage and will to be able to take it.  What Wordsworth said is as simple as that, yet the action itself is much more difficult when you think about it which is why it is such a well-known quote...



The retirement wave changing Sydney ... Most of Sydney is 
heading to the waiting room for God 



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In my circle, New Year’s Eve was known as Amateur’s Night, the one time each year when hobbyist drinkers indulged in what they imagined was depraved Bacchanalia. It was a grim spectacle. I remember one Dec. 31 in Boston seeing half a dozen women leaning against the wall in an alley, all moaning and vomiting, and it wasn’t yet midnight. Proficient drinking, as with writing sonnets or mastering Chopin’s etudes, calls for discipline and years of practice. Now I stay home and wake up without a hangover. In his first collection, Dying: An Introduction (1968), L.E. Sissman includes a sequence of four sonnets, “The Tree Warden.” The third is “December Thirty-First”:

“The days drew in this fall with infinite art,
Making minutely earlier the stroke
Of night each evening, muting what awoke
Us later every morning: the red heart

“Of sun. December's miniature day
Is borne out on its stretcher to be hung,
Dim, minor, and derivative, among
Great august canvases now locked away.

“Opposed to dated day, the modern moon
Comes up to demonstrate its graphic skill:
Laying its white-on-white on with a will,
Its backward prism makes a monotone.

“In the New Year, night after night will wane;
Color will conquer; art will be long again.”

That’s a Senecan spirit of hopefulness I can live with, especially coming from Sissman, who died much too soon, of cancer, at age forty-eight. For readers, the memorable death of 2016 was Geoffrey Hill’s. The leading poet of the age died June 30 at age eight-four. In the seventh section of Clavics (Enitharmon Press, 2011), he too reminds us that “art will be long again”:

“The enabling reader, the recusant
At my fingertips, for whom I write well
Into my scant-
Extended age
This ritual
Taking its toll
Much like saxifrage
Breaking a cold war wall”