A little clip of a poem written and read by poet Alan Gillis, which I accompanied during my NAVIGATOR Residency in The Crescent, Belfast

The Response

On a day like today you might lift
your eyes to heaven, but better
to lower them, contemplate the yarrow,
the dog daisy, the angel flower,
woundwort, mother of thousands, wild pepper, goose tongue, snake’s grass — better to narrow your focus upon the thousand-leaved clover.
In the wink of an eye all you know drifts away but who benefits from sorrow?
The earth still compels you weave a lover’s light flow, although older, sadder:
‘I will pick the smooth yarrow that my lips may be warmer, that my voice may be gladder.’

Alan Gillis, 2017

The Response By Alan Gillis

Untitled

shooting stars in my head

Stone Vignette 4

Stone Vignette 3

Stone Vignette 2

First Vignettes 1

Stone Vignette 5

Stone Series

https://www.mixcloud.com/citealdubh/izumikimura101214citealdubh/

once upon a time

Idea 21

These are questions about individual consciousness. 
What are the difference between a drunken gibberish and the music - rhythm, harmony, melody and poetry - of the drunken gibberish? 
And what are the difference between an eloquent speech and an eloquent music? 
Is the music of an eloquent speech more eloquent than that of a drunken gibberish ?
The questions have nothing to do with the music. 
We steer our little boats with our intentions, in this vast ocean that is music, that is our shared consciousness.

Drunken Gibberish

for my mother

"If the dewdrop wants to be the ocean, the only possible way is to disappear into the ocean is to die as a dewdrop. The moment a dewdrop dies as a dewdrop, it becomes the ocean."

slow-wave

bubbles

told you (I knew)

wheels

lullaby for Jan

the sound of my feeling nowadays in slow motion.

nocturne

Seapoint, Monkstown, Dublin

At this time in quarantine, I started to regularly go to the sea front within 2 km of my home. I was at this particular place almost every day with my kids when they were babies, many years ago. We were quite isolated from the rest of the world then. So I remember this feeling. I’m revisiting the time I was going into the uncharted territory in my life - finding the happiness in simple things while grieving for the old way. 
We are in a tunnel that connects two worlds, from the end of the old one to the beginning of unknown. In that case this is a lullaby for the old world.

Ebb and Flow (April 4th 2020)

Not free improvisation 
Composition: Kosaku Yamada (1886-1965)
Lyrics: Hakusyu Kitahara (1885-1942)
This arrangement by Izumi

この道はいつかきた道
ああ そうだよ
あかしやの花が咲いてる

あの丘はいつか見た丘
ああ そうだよ
ほら 白い時計台だよ

この道はいつかきた道
ああ そうだよ
お母さまと馬車で行ったよ

あの雲もいつか見た雲
ああ そうだよ
山査子の枝も垂れてる

北原白秋

この道 (Kono Michi)

Prelude

A song from somewhere

Smile

with Cora Venus Lunny and Anthony Kelly

https://www.farpointrecordings.com

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Improvisations (with no/little planning ahead) explorations, solo and in collaborations. Spontaneity, limitations, imperfections and interactions.
Thank you for listening !

Izumi Kimura

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