This sound recording was from the first 'mp3' player I owned, which had a dv camera capable of recording short clips on it and I think only had a 64mb memory. The video clips are also from the same machine, so all of the footage and the poem are from around 2004 I think. In those days I worked in a solitary office job and had Thursdays off, when I would typically tramp around London with my headphones on daydreaming, and falling in imaginary love with imaginary women based on fleeting impressions of them. The music underneath this recording is by Yann Tiersan and just played next on my itunes when i opened this sound file yesterday by virtue of being exactly the same length as the recording. It is called 'First Rendez-vous' from 'Goodbye Lenin'. I actually vividly remember the girl in question, though as the painting she was rather than what she looked like or anything real about her, she was leaning against the stone handrail by the steps that lead up to the National Gallery, looking out over Trafalgar Square with the kind of smile a woman breaks into when her face is being bathed in warm sunshine, and was obviously basking in the sun, the music, and the amusement of watching a little boy playing the fool by the fountains. Anyone who has lived in London or a big city will recognise the quasi human contact it is possible to have with a shifting cast of anonymous faces. It can be like a mirage that keeps loneliness at bay, and it is possible to go days and weeks without ...
Tags: Rick, Holland, Poet
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