Better video available in the underneath links "A young girl and her cat find a red feather on their way. They wonder where does it come from and whom does it belong to." A very simple story told in a very simple style. Maybe I'm looking for simplicity, as of late. As Wikipedia says, simplicity can mean freedom from hardship, from effort or from confusion. Red Feather is a short movie by Ahmad Habash , a student of the NCCA (National Centre for Computer Animation) at the Bournemouth University. Sound Design by Brett Bunting. Music by Fadi Gaziri. Voices: Anna Stylianidou and Ahmad Habash. "Una ragazzina ed il suo gatto trovano una piuma rossa per la strada. Si chiedono da dove venga ed a chi possa appartenere." Una storia semplice raccontanta con stile semplice. Forse è la semplicità che ricerco, di recente. Come dice Wikipedia, semplicità può essere libertà dalle avversità, dallo sforzo o dalla confusione. Red Feather è un corto di Ahmad Habash , studente dello NCCA (Centro Nazionale per l'Animazione al Computer) presso la Bournemouth University. Progetto del suono di Brett Bunting. Musica di Fadi Gaziri. Voci: Anna Stylianidou e Ahmad Habash. Ahmad Habash © 2007 thanks Ahmad! DOWNLOAD (720x576): Scarica Red Feather.[Format: MPEG-4 - Size: 79 MB - Running Time: 5 min.] DOWNLOAD (640x480): Scarica Red Feather.[Format: MPEG-4 - Size: 22 MB - Running Time: 5 min.] DOWNLOAD (ALT.): Scarica Red Feather.[Format: Ogg Video - Size: 15 MB - Running Time: 5 min.] WATCH (LOW RES): Guarda Red Feather in finestra.[Format: Flash Video] LINK: Visita Ahmad Habash. CODECS: Ogg - Flash Less

Chicana Chumash poet, Lorna Dee Cervantes reads her new poem, “Nothing Lasts” inspired by a line in Doug Peacock’s book, Walking It Off, “Nothing lasts but the land.” brTo read this and other poems, visit her at her home blog where she kicks off her spelling shoes and stops professing at LornaDice. You can also read mostly poems at her MySpace blog, “The Poems. The Whole Poem. And Nothing But the Poem.” To order her new book which is actually 5 books in one beautiful clothbound edition, DRIVE: The First Quartet directly from her click here and include order, dedication and shipping information. Thanks for listening. “Gracias a la Vida” – Violeta Parra Lorna Dee Cervantes Less

Poet Lorna Dee Cervantes reads a new poem, “A Viet Nam War Poem (The First Draft)” written December 6, 2006. Visit her blog at lornadice.blogspot for this and more poetry, prose and news. You can also visit her at MySpace and read the poem on her blog there. Less

Shelling the Pecans for A.A. I knew what a woman’s hand could do: shred the husk into threads, weave lips together at the seam. Rock to hard body, empire to thrust into knave—the native touch tocando música up the spine of the violin, some song of silk and gut. I knew race was a matter of degree, that inch in the face, that notice of dismissal. How to work all day at a posture, at a stance, at attention paying attention to none but the awl. . I put my hole into you, this notch between the breasts, this discovery and treason. Hembra a macho. Fixed. O defined in the still shell of history, a destiny written in the charts and lost. Lost in the unnoticed memories of you, a flicker of change, some small scrimp of light. Tu luz. Ahí allá—a la ala and the scoop. Your aguila eyes sweeping up the dawn’s desire. This night. I remember . shelling the pecans. Nothing but a bucket. No ride exceptional. Nothing but a dream to entertain us. I dreamed this moment— all the sweet meats in a risen weight going higher to the rim. The price and the pricing. I could eat what I missed or messed. Outside, the birds bending to it on a summer day. The great age of my grandmother’s banded hand weighing me down. The paper of tutelage blasting me away . at that age. Now, I still remember how to shuck, how to fetch it, how to step it. Stepping up to you, I ask. The point enters the ventricle without shattering the meat. How a woman on a good day can rip out the heart whole. . Lorna Dee Cervantes 8/25/06 music by Mana’ from “Amar es Combatir” “Bendita tu Luz” – lyrics by Fher Less

More playing about with an instrument hanging around the house – in this case an ocarina brought back from Arizona for Luke by Grandma and Grandpa. Maybe we can get Luke to play and record a tune too. I did some manipulation of the sound in Audacity and copied it twice, taking the pitch down an octave each time. Although it distorted a little, the sound is not unlike some of the American Indian pipe music. Controlling the pitch and getting the problem takes practice with this one. Less