“The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician.”
Writing, making music, creating art find their roots inside us, hidden among our memories. But sometimes memories fade…
The city is decked out in garlands and streamers, flags flap in the spring wind, concerts have been planned and the plaza is already lined up with kiosks full of good things to eat.
Once upon a time, people during this holiday, danced around a pole holding vines or ropes…it has it’s roots in the north and celebrated the coming of spring…now it also coincides with International Workers Day.
I’m writing about May Day which we’re going to celebrate day after tomorrow. It won’t be the Celtic Beltane or the germanic Walpurgis Night and even though I live in Italy, not even festival of Flora even though Arco will be rounding up it’s annual floral event “Arco Bonsai” on May Day.
We will be celebrating work and just like the Celts of old will hope that the elements will help us come out of this moment of economic crisis. Not many people know the history of May Day, either in it’s ancient or it’s more modern form, the memory has been nearly lost. To us, it’s a time to have fun together, listen to good music, creating new memories for a future of prosperity.
May Day returns
music fills the air again
people dance as of old
Written for Ligo Haibun