From horror to magic to silliness.

September 12, 2011 at 10:09 AM

Greetings,

lots of videos of our volunteer group by my friend Keichi-san going up on facebook these days. This one

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=2250347425927

has a bit of a slow intro but then shows in graphic detail what the disaster zone in Japan looks like after five months.

To cheer myself up after I always go and watch the DVD of Milstein playing the Bach Chacconne at his last recital in Sweden when he was 82. It is one of the finest performances of the work in existence, devoid of artifice and technically awesome. he was playing virtually minus his injured first finger as well!

If that doesn`t cheer me up I write silly poems. here is one about my cat....

The cat did it.

Oh,
my udon,
it`s been poodon.
The cat did it.

Oh,
look at my fiddle,
covered in widdle.
the cat did it.

Oh,
shower curtain,
gone for burton.
The cat did it.

Oh,
Ripped up cushon,
I can`t put my tushon.
The cat did it.

Oh,
mounds of c%%%
where I nap.
The cat did it.

See this cool belt,
Of white furry pelt.
The Ohner did it.

Cheers,

Buri

From Marsha Weaver
Posted on September 12, 2011 at 6:32 PM

Hi, Buri --

I literally got dizzy from laughing at your poem! Thanks for brightening my day. :) The next time I take my laptop to Starbucks I'll watch the video. We've still got dial-up Internet here at home, so videos can take HOURS to load!

Sure glad the world has been blessed with Buri -- we all love your wit and wisdom!

From Ellie Withnall
Posted on September 13, 2011 at 2:53 PM

Hi Buri

I read your poem to my cat as a stern warning. She yawned.

Thanks anyway :-)

Ellie

From janet griffiths
Posted on September 13, 2011 at 5:41 PM

Hi Buri,

I would just like to say (even though I sense that you think I'm a silly old git) that really admire all that you are doing out there especially as much of it is very hard,physical and mucky work.My cat has also been moved to write an ode.

Pity,

oh white furry pelt,

that is now just a belt,

but you are deceased,

Pity,

Myself I am black ,

and perhaps together we coud hack,

but you are deceased.

Pit,

I philisophise on life,

perhaps you could have been my wife,

but you are deceased