Sunday, 29 May 2016


The words, the call of the real, were for me just a few of the many which arrive in my head when trying to write and make sense of something incomprehensible 

And recently they got into a lyric I was writing Then, as I usually do, I checked on line to see if the title has been used by others for a book or a piece of music or a CD 

On this occasion - I have no literary background or perhaps the words would have been familiar to me before the search - I came upon the work of Rabindranath Tagore 

If I had known (and some may suspect that somewhere in my brain I did) I would have been alarmed when they appeared in the lyric 

Below is a quotation from his Gitanjali (Song Offerings) 
Rabindranath Tagore received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 

The Stream of Life
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death,
in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood
this moment.

And here is a second quotation 'What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.' Rabindranath Tagore

Now what about that!

As for my paltry lyric, I was intending to record it today Sunday May 29th but am not sure now if I can or should  There may be more about this another time

P.S.If you read this you may prefer to make your own enquiries but the quotation above came from the following link which was one of the first I found