Jonkavelli's New Writeups

Ho Difeso il Mio Amore (thing)

2006-02-02T18:43:17Z

Ho Difeso il Mio Amore

By Nomadi, from the 1968 self-titled album. Lyrics by Daniele Pace
Music by Justin Hayward, originally The Moody Blues' 'Nights in White Satin'

Queste parole sono scritte da chi
Non ha visto più il sole per amore di lei
Io le ho trovate in un campo di fiori
Sopra una pietra, c'era scritto così

Ho difeso, ho difeso il mio amore, il mio amore

C'era una data - l'otto di maggio
Lei era bella, era tutta per lui
E poi venne un'altro, gliela strappò di mano
Quel che poi sia successo, lo capite anche voi

Ho difeso, ho difeso il mio amore, il mio amore

Questa è la storia e finisce così
Sopra una pietra che la pioggia bagnò
Sono tornato una notte e ho sentito una voce
Il grido di un'uomo che chiedeva perdono

Ho difeso, ho difeso il

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Musadora (thing)

2004-04-30T19:22:34Z

She's the blessed bringer of art, the inspiration and the talent, the devil who claws at your heart with blackened maddening talons and squeezes every frantic drop of brilliance from your ravaged mind. She gorges your imagination. She is your genius. She held Kerouac's tongue with frigid finger, terror-gripped mute, held the bottle to Poe's mouth and the gun to Cobain's, and holds Van Gogh's dissevered ear still. She whispers in your ear, screams in your sleep, makes fearful faces from familiar friends and glistens in powdery white railway tracks along a grotty white bathroom bench. She grins shrewdly through high windows, shapes in trees, by the side of the road. She keeps you from sleep.

Yet I feel shafted and inconsequential, for I know not her sacred madness. No devil violates my thoughts, no nagging voices disturb my sleep. And as I sit with my pen and my paper, laboriously…

Burrito (thing)

2004-04-30T18:30:45Z

The burrito, although a most unassuming fare, is in fact a rudimentary element of oneâs culinary training. Burritos, in their Americanised taco-in-a-tortilla form, are a speedy and widely-accepted resolution for almost any empty stomach and have the flexibility of being both simple to prepare (once the art has been sufficiently grasped) and well-received when guests are around (depending of course on the caliber of the guests; there are, I grant, yet higher pinnacles of cookery which one may need to attain to satisfy certain classes of visitor).

The first and most portentous obstacle that the novice faces in this time-honoured endeavour is the choice of primary filling. Burritos are most commonly established around a chicken base, but do not be fooled by the seeming self-evidence of this; for ours is a society ravaged by the plague of vegetarianism, and many a promising evening meal has descended into shameful and violent incidents…

The Good Gardener (On How He Fell) (thing)

2003-10-24T18:40:11Z

"The Good Gardener" (On How He Fell)

By Augie March, lyrics by Glenn Richards
From the album 'Sunset Studies' (2000)

This is one of those songs that would never be released as a single, but is dearly loved by anyone who owns the album. In addition to a simple and beautiful melody that, once familiar, comes back and writhes its way through your mind whenever you choose to reflect on it, it tells a story that is soaked through with poetic technique and imagery yet still very easy to extract and understand.

The 'good gardener' of this piece is a man who has fallen in love with a woman. Their relationship is seen to be something wicked, indulgent and carefree - although it clearly 'grows' into something much deeper. In the course of events, however, the woman falls pregnant and chooses to abort against her lover's will. Unable to come to terms with what has happened, the relationship is destroyed and the '…