I am having fun! So i have moved out of feeling weepy and bleak ‘i am not ready to die mode’ – which really only lasted a short time – to living like I do not have cancer and it is not really happening even though it is constantly in my mind. Brazilian friend Martha who is living, researching. writing in London until February came back for a few days with her nephew Adrian and we went to Roslin so they could see ‘Da Vinci’ code ending place. Having been there a few times i opted out and sat in the sunshine in the graveyard and deliberated quite happily on wether to be buried in a graveyard as beautiful as Roslin with its timeless view; or in the ‘natural’ wood burial place that i have been told about by Edinburgh’s Costorphine Hill; or cremated and scattered around in various places like with my parents by the reservoir near Bolton; on top of Cierro Nielol, Temuco, Chile; in the rose garden at the back of my church, Christ Church in Edinburgh; and maybe around the bass rock North Berwick… be some fun trips for my children to do that… but maybe a bit laboured!!! reminds me of a song sung by Chile’s Violeta Parra in which she places bit of her body in places she enumerate Chile: something like ‘mi corazón en Curacautín’ (i know that is actually not the accurate words, but that line means ‘my heart in Curacautín’ which would be true for me). Anway i am sure to choose a wicker basket for a coffin and am not sure about what i will decide about the rest yet! i do not think it is not black to talk about this – my mate Peter with whom i do meditation and chat each week or every 2 weeks says the woodland burial site would be his choice!
I then took Martha and Adrian to Direleton, a favourite ‘perfect’ old village, to have a late lunch at the Inn on the green and then a visit to the castle. We went on the North Berwick where we walked the beach and then Adrian went out in fast boat around the bass rock – he was thrilled. Martha and i chatted work music things and then we all ate outside at the fantastic ‘new this year’ Lobster Shack in the port – delicious fresh fish and lobster at modest prices. It just happened to be the night that several hundred local runners run from the port up North Berwick Law (steep hill at back of town!) and back which some did in 20 mins. We bumped into Edinburgh friend Robin who told us he had first done the run 40 years ago and had won every year for the first seven years he did it. Still a skinny, lanky man he came in the first 15 this time and he must be in his 60s now! The magnificent, local NB Pipe band played and then two young girls did fessty and beautiful highland dancing and Martha, Adrian and I were in bliss – total Scotland!
A day later my brother Rod came for 24 hours from Wales, and we went to the Myreton Motor Museum near Aberlady; and then the Museum of flight at East Fortune. These are two local places i have always seen signs too yet never visited and both were utterly great: Myreton boasts an amazing collection of re-furbished old cars collected by a local farmer and now his family and stored in outbuildings – a private museum full of cars, motor bikes, cycles and ephemera that evoked memories of our childhood. My brother is a train, car, plane and motor bike man and knows a lot about all three so he loved it. We went inside a Concord at East Fortune and saw a historic number of planes housed in the military airfield which is being kept just as it was.
French friends Antoine and Christine came on Saturday and that evening at 10.30pm we went to Edinburgh’s Assembly Rooms on the mound to see the fringe show Soy de Cuba directed/ partly produced by theatre director friend Toby Gough. It was terrific show – fullo f Cuban panache and ‘sabor’- very high quality dancing and good music – produced for France in the Autumn and doing its first performances for a month here in Edinburgh.
I think i have seen practically all the international touring Cuban shows as they are either produced and directed by Toby or his old mate Jon Lee or my Cuban choreographer friend Nilda Guerra. Lady Salas was good; Havana Rumba was best especially in its first weeks as it was the most ‘political’; not seen Bar At Buena Vista; Soy de Cuba is totally celebratory, compares well and should please audiences. First time howrever that i have seen Cuban dancers who are rather on skinny side, especially a few of the girls. Most of them actually. On the whole Cuban dancers usually have ‘real’ ‘curvy’ bodies with great asses. Could ‘western body models have permeated finally into artistic bosy aesthetics in a country which still does not formally have advertising? i think so via DVD and TV and internet access there now and they certainly ‘white’ ‘skinny’ bodies creeping into video films made on the island a few years back by great, award-winning director (whose name i forget for a second) – i asked him about this in Havana and again when he came to the the ICA in London a few years back and he said yes… they were trying to get the videos into Miami and other Latin formats for possible broadcast and were adopting diferent visual values.
Yesterday Sunday Antoine, Christine and I we went to see the sculptures in the woods at Jupiter Artland – in the rain with boots and wellies and woolly hats it being summer here! – and then at 6pm to the Edinburgh’s wonderful Cameo cinema (the oldest in the city -original architecture inside and out, lovely old-fashioned interior) to see Henry Fourth Part 2, a filmed live performance from London’s Globe Theatre. We barely understood the complexity of the synopsis but the play made it all clear and was quite superb. We had a picnic of chicken sandwiches and wine and crisps and salad in our seats! Tonight we are going to see a film of a live MET performance of Madame Butterfly.
I feel i must be looking into alternative cancer treatemt agin and must do that later this week.