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2007-05-29 |
17:29:04 |
| "To be and not to be" sounds wonderful. Will it be repeated?? |
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Catherine |
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2007-05-28 |
14:30:50 |
Dear Andrew and Bee
Thank you for your lovely words - but without you both NO story and also without the amazing words of Billy NO story - Billy, if you visit this page I would love to speak to you, so please leave your number on my email address, you were the end of our show and we have never had the chance to thank you properly.
"To Be And Not To Be" was an amazing experience and I very much hope that it is not the end yet - as we would very much like to stay in touch AND HELP raise more funds for Anno's Africa.
Without this website we would have never made contact and "To Be" would potentially never had happened!
Thank you
Catherine, Tom, Freddie,
Max and Little Henry and Jenny!
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MamaBeee |
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2007-05-27 |
20:53:38 |
| I add my thanks to Shiplake to Andrew's with huge congratulations to Max, Tom, Freddie and Catherine. What a brilliant thing - these three young men from Shiplake helping to fund 17 year old Lulu's fare to England so that he can play at our Anno's Africa fund raiser in September. More details on the "event" will follow when we have settled on eactly when and where but it looks like September 24th at the moment. We will be exhibiting the kids work and selling some of their framed monoprints as well as holding an amazing auction. And Lulu and Billy will sing for us... I will be away and out of email contact for ten days - but back in the UK in time to do the Crusaid "Walk for Life" on June 10th - on behalf of S.A.F.E and Anno's Africa. A group of us will be walking wearing S.A.F.E T-shirts - so look out for us and cheer us on. It's ten kilometers - not that far, I know, but quite a hike for this old biddy. If anyone wants to sponsor us ring 0207 937 6176 and we will put you on our list. Meanwhile we were sent a surprise donation to Anno's Africa from Hannah and Barbara Gippo from South Carolina. Can only assume they found us via the web site. What a great thing this cyber connection has become. I am so happy that the boys started the KjD site before they died. Anno was so excited in Italy when we arrived at Carlo's flat in Moniga to find it up and running. He would be astounded now I think, if he could see how it has grown and spread its effect so far and wide - keeping the boys and the band remembered and loved nearly six years on. Love MamaBeeeeeeeeeexxxx |
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Andrew |
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2007-05-26 |
13:53:51 |
| Many thanks to Catherine Saker and her band of writers, actors and helpers for raising £250 for Anno's Africa with their Shiplake show. Great to also hear that the A Level Examiner ranked the piece tops! |
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2007-05-20 |
02:04:46 |
With a never ending story that continues to happen with islands and letters and crashes and drowning and cameras and writings and windows and curiosity and danger and death and resurrection and most of all love…and all this and infinity sings from the stars, “Now Peter!”
To all you Sons of God, on these days Catherine Saker and her drama students at Shiplake College put on a play inspired by Anno, To be and Not to be…“a little show about death and dying and Peter Pan.” So, though I can't see it, I wish upon these fellows as they are burning comets in the sky that all is to be and not to be…a coin spins. A child looked and saw the sun was a star. A child listened and heard the earth in space. A child touched and felt the world become…
I like to imagine the play and pretend to be near the stage and all these beautiful people. I know they are remarkable and their butterfly wings expand/collaspe the universe. As I dwell here and there…blood juts like new skin and gently stokes upon time. A battle. A painting. A place that takes hold of both birth and marriage. Thousands of quotes from the story of a boy who never grew up are flowing through the red rivers within, and I want to say them all or sew them together to make a drop of water, but on this night I read the pages of many poets…walk with Whitman, sit with Buddha, feel the weather with Bronte, spit air with the two Dylans…wondering what Anno thought of them in those 21 years, and what he thinks of them now as he follows and leads with all of them in the ongoing race. The stars…and as I witness the artists and soldiers, young and old that know past‘s future but are in calm suspense of future‘s past…you are stories in which the diaries of a Holocaust and Shakespeare’s characters of voice come together. I am meeting heroes and I bow my hands to each and everyone of you.
I have a dream; we’re all having dreams…dreams of waking. Night…it so makes up the world without the worlds and the small fraction of light that is let to shine…the bright and morning stars. The oneness of miracle and science is inseparable just as the becoming of a son of man. The ghost of Hamlet…the ghost of Peter…a holy ghost…a living ghost. Anno's poetry, Anno's music and all those remembering him, reuniting with him, and meeting him...we're all doing this trinity with him in a single day that changes forever. The wind and the waves move like a storm and they are a river that carries a father and mother‘s son, and the letting and love Andrew and Bee made and gave and received. One finds it an awfully big adventure to write…the crying and the singing is killing this personality into identity. No words describe tears of heaven or the healing of the holy spirit, and yet we all know this, for we are heaven and spirit. We walk through God and He walks through us, and we walk together in the cool of the day, in the garden, evolving as one. Resting near my window, dreaming of an island I believe to come true… the sound of rain hits the rocks, springing life like the first baby's first laugh and the musician’s body and it burns the fire out into mathematical strums, hearing and feeling. As Anno sings an anointing, he bows his head as the highest of kings and the most humble of servants, and the two fulfill in one…
So I send my blessings to the play, and to all of you who are chosen and choose (and neither) to carry a burden…this burden of love. To Catherine and the students who perform this miracle, to a wonderful MamaBee, to my friend Andrew, to all their loved ones, to all of you beautiful people, to the kids about the school in Africa, to JM Barrie and his five boys, to Billy, to Lee, to Alberto, and to Anno… may it be and may it not be...and much love xxxx |
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Friedbrain |
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2007-05-16 |
09:18:27 |
| Just watched Anno Birkin's cover of Radio Head (Lucky) on Youtube and thought it better than the original then came here to find out more only to discover he's dead - I'm still in shock - what talent!! I'm so so sorry |
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2007-05-12 |
20:25:31 |
| testing: this test added May 2007 |
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2007-05-11 |
10:44:41 |
| Beautyful! |
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Andrew |
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2007-05-09 |
20:44:35 |
Couldn't agree more with Inmate #1219. This same Jeremy Taylor once wrote a keenly touching letter that probably explains his profound pessimism:
Dear Sire,
I am in some little disorder by reason of the death of a little childe of mine, a boy that lately made us very glad: but now he rejoyces in his little orbe, while we thinke, and sigh, and long to be as safe as he is.
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2007-05-09 |
18:32:34 |
Hmm...I disagree with that, maybe because I honestly don't know, or maybe cause I couldn't say that to Anno, or maybe because it just seems too easy...
"There's hope despite time
and its mindless pillage
that seizes our bodies.
This wreckage that's left,
that we're left with that's
no body's robe.
We are thrown in the
hope we will give it some
noble demise,
like to flame or to ashes or
flashes of light that will
humble the mightiest men.
And then, when the worms are upon us,
they'll know to become us as
gently as possible.
After all of the jostles of life."
This flesh, dying/living is such a great and small part of whatever all/none of this is...like the energy configeration of water and nothingness and light, but hopefully, I'll be more wrong then I am right by the next posted comment with passing and coming truth. It goes on...
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