This is the weight of your love

This is the weight of your love, this is the weight of your love

What weight is your love? What part of you can be weighed? It cannot be seen, cannot be measured, you don’t know where it is in your body. It is not in your body. It is in your body and it is not in your body at the same time. This is the weight of your love.

Soundtrack: a disembodied voice, somebody you know, but not on the phone, the voice speaks to you, but it speaks to you like it speaks to you like it could speak to everyone.

The voice is weightless, she cannot hear you. You can hear her, but she cannot hear you. It is like the radio. Her voice is trembling. She shouldn’t have a trembling voice, because she has already been on the radio for a long time.

Don’t you know? Can’t hold

Don’t you know? your love

So I was looking for something, I can’t remember where I read it. I read too much, I read so much, bits and pieces everywhere, I read things here and there, I’m surrounded by millions of voices, clamouring for my attention.

I read this thing, about the weight of your love, lighter than a feather, you can never hold it, somebody told me about this love of yours.

Maybe it was something I told myself. Maybe I told myself this thing. Maybe that’s where I heard it.

“This is the true function of the love poem : to remind us of who we are, and who we are capable of being : while our everyday social roles define us as persons, love reminds us that we are also spirits.” John Burnside

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes

Or this?

“The human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

Dead Poets Society

Process

Just played a gig with Underpressure on Friday 12th February in a great local bar- the Moki bar- I’ve always dreamt about playing gigs like that : local, in your neighbourhood, and we played two sets. (not like rock, not like electro… two sets is jazz!)I’ve got this new song I’m writing called Renew. I’ve written a couple of lines in my notebook. The rest I improvise. So the day after the gig I started work on a project, with Ze Samba, an association that play afro- brazilian music and develop social links in St Ouen and we’ll be working together over the next few weeks, to prepare a festival street parade. Our first meeting with them was an informal jam session (Etienne Gaillochet the drummer from Zarboth and Benoit Bouliane the bassist from Underpressure and myself). Here are some photos by Sophie Madigand

Ze Samba Benoit Bouliane with Ze Sambaetienne gailochet with ze sambaze samba IMG_3658So, I tried out that new song there as well. The whole thing is drum heavy. It was cool. This is going to be interesting. Looking at the photos I badly need a haircut as well.

I am going to be give people classes in rap. I am interested in telling stories about life, about what we can see and what we can’t see…

About the process.

More to come…