The poetry of James Varda resonates more now than when he first wrote it. In this age when we are fed with fear and lies.
This is a song from his wonderful album The River and the Stars.
I think in these last couple of years we’ve all been battered like roses in the hailstorm.
May the fresh buds bloom.
James deserves to be much better known. I love the delicateness and vulnerability of his voice on his softer songs but I also like the power on songs like These Times.
Call for brevity
No words are large enough to mourn
We dwell in the darkness
Adrift in the rapids
A satellite that’s gone astray
Not for you and me
Choked and harnessed from a seed
Clothed with fear and fed with lies
Just move along
Just a ride upon a wheel
And when the hour comes
This solid house
Just a rose inside a hailstorm