Alex Raichev

Fern Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

~ Dylan Thomas, 1945

I set the beginning of this poem to music. These days i play the tune faster at about 52 beats per minute.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2016-05-27
Tags: poem, audio, Thomas, music
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How to Drop Out

Ran Prieur reads the updated-2008-version of his famous essay: audio file here. Text and disclaimers can be found on Prieur's website here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2016-05-25
Tags: audio
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The Now Isn't a Place You Arrive at

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Adyashanti talk.

29:45: Novel-of-one's-life analogy. 47:10: In a way, we're all pursuing moments of death. But we don't want them to last too long. 56:54: When the I touches upon vastness it often gets terrified. But that vastness is actually the same thing that is looking at the vastness. It's playing both sides. It's actually what's peering out through your eyes at this moment. 59:10: Droplet-of-water analogy.

Audio sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2015-09-06
Tags: audio, nonduality
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Jag Mandir

'Jag Mandir' is a documentary by Werner Herzogabout a grand cultural performance in Udaipur, India. One of the dance and music acts of the performance contains a funky rhythm that i've adapted to drum set and call 'Jag Mandir'. Here is a lo-fi mobile phone recording of me playing it:

Jag Mandir

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: beatlog, audio, drums
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The Apprentice

By Billy Martin from 'Illy Beats Volume 2'.

The Apprentice

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: beatlog, audio
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Epistle to Be Left in the Earth

...It is colder now,
there are many stars,
we are drifting
North by the Great Bear,
the leaves are falling,
The water is stone in the scooped rock,
to southward
Red sun grey air:
the crows are
Slow on their crooked wings,
the jays have left us:
Long since we passed the flares of Orion.
Each man believes in his heart he will die.
Many have written last thoughts and last letters.
None know if our deaths are now or forever:
None know if this wandering earth will be found.

We lie down and the snow covers our garments.
I pray you,
you (if any open this writing)
Make in your mouths the words that were our names.
I will tell you all we have learned,
I will tell you everything:
The earth is round,
there are springs under the orchards,
The loam cuts with a blunt knife,
beware of
Elms in thunder,
the lights in the sky are stars--
We think they do not see,
we think also
The trees do not know nor the leaves of the grasses hear us:
The birds too are ignorant.
Do not listen.
Do not stand at dark in the open windows.
We before you have heard this:
they are voices:
They are not words at all but the wind rising.
Also none among us has seen God.
(… We have thought often
The flaws of sun in the late and driving weather
Pointed to one tree but it was not so.)
As for the nights I warn you the nights are dangerous:
The wind changes at night and the dreams come.

It is very cold,
there are strange stars near Arcturus,
Voices are crying an unknown name in the sky

~ Archibald MacLeish, 1930

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: poem, audio
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How You Buy Fire

I hereby start a beat log, a collection of danceable rhythms. Let the first item of the collection be the introduction to 'How You Buy Fire', an Afrobeat-inspired percussion piece i cowrote. Here is a lo-fi mobile phone recording of me playing the introduction:

How You Buy Fire Intro

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: beatlog, audio, drums
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Lucky Charm

By Billy Martin from 'Illy Beats Volume 2'.

Lucky Charm

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: beatlog, audio, drums
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Mahi

Mahi is a traditional Haitian vodou rhythm. Here is a recording of the rhythm from the instructional album Drum by Geoff Johns. And here is a transcription of the rhythm by me.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: beatlog, audio, drums
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Rocking Man

By Billy Martin from 'Illy Beats Volume 2'.

Rocking Man

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: beatlog, audio, drums
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