Showing posts with label Paul Kimball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Kimball. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Paulism


In the 21st century, everyone will have their own cult of personality, to one degree or another, which through increased and enhanced social networking will coalesce into groups of similar types, or mega-cults, if you will - so I've decided to to get a head start on the masses and formalize mine!


What is Paulism?

When I figure it out, I'll let you know. In the meantime, stay tuned (and check out past and future posts tagged "Paulosophy")!!

Paul Kimball

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Paulosophy, Vol. XII


Don't think about how you would change the past; imagine how you're going to shape the future.

Paul Kimball

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Paulosophy, Vol. XI

Glen Coe, Scotland - 2009

Some people call it loneliness, and see it as a prison; I call it solitude, and see it as a sanctuary.

Paul Kimball

Friday, August 26, 2011

Paulosophy, Vol. X



Like poker, life isn't about what you're willing to ante; it's about what you're willing to bet on the river.

Paul Kimball

The Burial of Private Colin Patrick



On the subject of the realities of war...

The Burial of Private Colin Patrick

There was no noise as the coffin was lowered
into the grave,
save for the sadness of the lonely bugle
hanging slowly in the withered air.

His comrades stood around
all of them hardened veterans of the war,
thinking of their fallen friend
while wondering which of the them
would be the next
to die.

The chaplain said a few words from the Bible
1 Peter, verses 4, 7 through 11,
after which the company commander stepped forward
and quoted from a certain President,
Abraham Lincoln,
who once said under somewhat similar circumstances
in another place:

"It is rather for us to be here dedicated
to the great task remaining before us
that from these honoured dead we take increased devotion
to that cause for which they gave the last full measure
of devotion
that we here highly resolve that these
dead shall not have died
in vain."

He concluded by telling the troops
how proud he had been to have served
with such a brave young man,
and then he turned and walked back
to the bunkers behind
the land of the red tabs.

The others marched slowly
in the opposite direction
heads bowed,
a few with salt in their eyes,
as they glanced back and bid farewell
to the mound of dirt and small white cross,
the only memorial to mark the place
of the burial of private Colin Patrick.

written & performed by Paul Kimball
Recorded on 4-track, 1997

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Walkabout - Český Krumlov, June 2009

After three weeks visiting England and Scotland in May, 2009, I flew to the Czech Republic where I spent the last week and a half of my vacation. For most of the time I was based in Prague, with day trips to places like Kutna Hora and Terezin, but I also spent a couple of days in Český Krumlov, a beautiful town and UNESCO World Heritage Site about three hours south of Prague best known for the fine architecture and art of the historic old town and Český Krumlov Castle.

Here are some of the photos from my walkabouts during those wonderful two days.

The train station.

The sign for the inn, or "pension", at which I stayed.

The pension. It was like staying in a wizard's tower!

The castle.

One of the many streets.

A hotel near the town square.

Town square.


Having lunch at a restaurant overlooking the town square.

The Horor Bar was my bar of choice for late night
carousing while I was in Český Krumlov. It never closes!

A unique fountain.

View of Český Krumlov from the Castle tower.

Another look from the tower.

Yours truly on the balcony of the tower.

Another view of the Castle.

Inside the Castle, they had a really unique underground
gallery with an equally unique exhibit.

This exhibit reminded me of something
out of classic Star Trek!

You don't want to know what this
piece reminded me of!!

On the castle walls.

One of the many winding alleyways.

Self portrait.

A wonderful antique shop that I spent at
least half an hour browsing through.

Statue of Christ on Lazebnický Bridge.

As an afficiando of teddy bears, I popped into this
wonderful shop... and picked up a couple of new friends.


Dinner at a riverfront restaurant, which a touch
of Americana (Pepsi) and a locally-made toy
that I bought for a friend in Canada.

The restaurants on the river.

Another view of the castle.

Another charming and friendly little bar.

Český Krumlov at night.

The castle at night.

Town square at night.

If you ever get the chance to visit Český Krumlov, make sure you take it - it's a true adventure, full of history, mystery, great bars and restaurants, and, perhaps best of all, nooks and crannies that hold all sorts of surprises.

Paul Kimball

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Horseshoe Heart



From my band's 1993 album Fields of Addiction. Always a favourite of mine, particularly these lines:

"Stare softly at this sudden leap of faith,
watch as I catch the wind and fly away,
no destination, just a landing."

Paul Kimball

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Walkabout - Isle of Iona, 2009

Iona is a small island in the Inner Hebrides off the western coast of Scotland. It was a centre of Irish monasticism for four centuries in the Middle Ages, and is today renowned for its tranquility and natural beauty.

The central focus of the island is the former Benedictine Abbey, which was founded in 1203, and which since 1938 has housed the ecumenical Iona Community. I visited the island in May, 2009, while I was vacationing in Mull for several days. It was a wonderful day full of history, mystery and reflection.

The road leading to Fionnphort, and the
ferry to the Isle of Iona.

The ferry from the Isle of Iona arrives in Fionnphort.


Yours truly on the ferry to the Isle of Iona, with the
Iona Abbey in the background.

The main settlement of Baile Mòr on Iona.

"Downtown" Baile Mòr

Yours truly at the ruins of the old Benedictine
convent, built in 1208.

The parish church.

The Iona post office.

The Iona Abbey.

Inside the Abbey - the medieval church.

The cloisters.

Inside the Abbey.

Another view of the cloisters.

One of the many ancient monuments in the Abbey.

Praying in the Michael chapel.

Inside the Abbey. 

Croses in Reilig Odhráin, the little cemetery beside Sràid
nam Marbh, ‘the street of the dead’, where many
ancient Scottish kings were supposedly buried.


Reilig Odhráin, with St. Oran's chapel, which
was built in the 12th century.


Fallen Christ, a sculpture by Ronald Rae.

Some of the island's permanent residents.

Yours truly with St. Martin's Cross,
which was erected in the 8th century.

The Isle of Iona is one of those wondrous places of peace, and solitude, and timeless beauty, that I definitely intend to visit again.

Paul Kimball