to Ravi Shankar

by walterdoege

this month is being hard to me…yesterday I had to say my last goodbye to Ravi Shankar, 92 years old…a great and virtuous and lovely musician and person…somehow he helps the meeting east and west music and culture…through the initiative of George Harrison…at late’s 60…citar is his great musical instrument…played with passion and devotion…the ragas…the improvisation…the other musical east scale offering the way to express the music…the autobiographical book ‘my music, my life’ is a sweet testimony of his endeavor…I feel me today an orphan…almost all the big artists and thinkers and workers of his generation are going away…life short, art so long…so long thta seems longer than a life spam…somehow this lovely and sweet generation is a part of my family…and my family is being shorter…yesterday I listened evening ragas…today I listened morning ragas…tears drops on my face…slowly…drying by itself…somehow life enompasses all I can sense…somehow birth and death are two wings of a blue bird…listening citar improvisation from Ravi help me to accept these facts…so hard to me…the human finitude is a struggle issue in my writings…perhaps I write to support the death, the silence, the no possible knowledge that art works upon…today my writing is another last goodbye…Ravi and George composed ‘my sweet Lord’…and the concert remembering George is so beautiful…Ravi and Anoushka, his daughter playing citar…the son of George playing guitar…a sentimental and soft presentation…memorable…his another daughter is playing today in my city…I’ll try to attend this show, but I feel difficult…Ravi, so dear friend…my last goodbye…with love…I feel me today a little bit sad, even more orphan…my family keep well, although shorter…without you, this writing is only a collection of phrases…I’m searching for phrases to express myself…to express love…it’s a long run…I keep on the road…it’s a long road…I alive in