Sunday, 11 November 2018
Wednesday, 7 November 2018
Sunday, 4 November 2018
Poem 13..
4/11/2018
Wilfred Owen was killed this day exactly 100 years ago,
just seven days before the end of the "Great war" He was
twenty five years old.
The Chances... Wilfred Owen
I mind as 'ow the night afore that show
Us five got talkin',-we was in the know.
'Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it.
First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it!'
'Ah well,' says Jimmy,-an, 'e's seen some scrappin-
'There ain't no more nor five things as can 'appen:
Ye get knocked out; else wounded-bad or cushy;
Scuppered; or nowt except yer feelin' mushy
One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.
T'other was 'urt, loosin' both 'is props.
An' one, to use the word of' 'ypocrities,
'Ad the misfortoon to be took by Fritz.
Now me, I wasn't scratched, praise god amighty,
(Though next time please I'll thank 'im for a blighty)
But poor young Jim, 'e's livin' an' 'e's not;
'E reconed 'e'd five chances, an' 'e 'ad;
'E's wounded, killed and pris'ner, all the lot,
The bloody lot all rolled in one. Jim's mad.
Wilfred Owen was killed this day exactly 100 years ago,
just seven days before the end of the "Great war" He was
twenty five years old.
I mind as 'ow the night afore that show
Us five got talkin',-we was in the know.
'Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it.
First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it!'
'Ah well,' says Jimmy,-an, 'e's seen some scrappin-
'There ain't no more nor five things as can 'appen:
Ye get knocked out; else wounded-bad or cushy;
Scuppered; or nowt except yer feelin' mushy
One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.
T'other was 'urt, loosin' both 'is props.
An' one, to use the word of' 'ypocrities,
'Ad the misfortoon to be took by Fritz.
Now me, I wasn't scratched, praise god amighty,
(Though next time please I'll thank 'im for a blighty)
But poor young Jim, 'e's livin' an' 'e's not;
'E reconed 'e'd five chances, an' 'e 'ad;
'E's wounded, killed and pris'ner, all the lot,
The bloody lot all rolled in one. Jim's mad.
Sunday, 28 October 2018
Monday, 22 October 2018
Poem twelve..
Phillip Le Barr... ..........................Spike Milligan..
Phillip Le Barr
Was knocked down by a car
On the road to Mandalay,
He was knocked down again
By a dust cart in Spain
And again in Zanzibar
So,
He traveled at night
In the pale moonlight
Away from the traffic's growl
But terrible luck
He was hit by a duck
Driven by an owl
Sunday, 14 October 2018
Thursday, 11 October 2018
Wednesday, 10 October 2018
Poem eleven....
No goodbye.... Derek H.
"Can I please talk to you?"
"Which one of you to which one of me".. I said.
"Is it the you that was part of the we,,,.. now dead?"
"Or is it the you that I see"
"And this thing now me?"
"Look just, just talk to me"
"Fine, I'll talk to the you that I see"... I replied
"Was it the you that was part of the we... who lied?"
"Or were you always and only the you I now see?"
"So you won't talk to me?"
"No, I don't know you"...
Friday, 5 October 2018
Carmen: "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle" (Elina Garanca)
I posted a version of this (by Agnes Baltsa) a while back
but this version by Elina Garanca is brilliant, wonderful.
Link.. ..full screen.(I want to be an orange..
PS. wonder what the #Me Too ladies think of her performance.
Thursday, 4 October 2018
you can't beat a good wallow in sadness
I've been re-reading some of Prof, Cox' stuff, now that is sad,
not the fact I've been reading the Prof's stuff, but what he says.
First the earth will leave the "Goldilocks" orbit in 2-3 billion years
and be swallowed by our sun in it's death throes (humans long
since gone before this happens) that's sad. Next, in about 4 billion
years our galaxy will collide with Andromeda , the end for billions
of stars, that's sad. The span of time these events take seems so
large that it's hard to think they will happen, but they will.
Finally, in maybe a trillion years or more,( but it will happen,)
our universe will be dead, not a beam of light, no movement,
a cold, dark emptiness, with no events happening even time
will stop.....
The lucky toe- rags, they're all smoking
Link...full screen and loud
Sunday, 23 September 2018
Poem 10
Fairy tales..... Derek H.
If all the Irish were in Ireland
What a crowded land it would be,
No Pixie dens deep green, nor hills
Rolling gently to the sea.
If Gods and saints were mortal
And all faith began this day,
Should we then ask for reasons
Why this time, this place, this way?
KRO
Wednesday, 19 September 2018
Monday, 17 September 2018
Poem eight..
"When I have fears" ........... John Keats.
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; -- then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Thursday, 13 September 2018
Monday, 10 September 2018
Tuesday, 4 September 2018
Claire ...
... as Kathy says, none of us ever have enough time..
click on link to see her speech. Link... Claire Wineland
You will never get what you want until you want what you have.
KRO
click on link to see her speech. Link... Claire Wineland
You will never get what you want until you want what you have.
KRO
Monday, 3 September 2018
Tuesday, 28 August 2018
Friday, 24 August 2018
Thursday, 23 August 2018
Poem 7
The road not taken ...............................Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth:
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear:
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Thursday, 16 August 2018
Wednesday, 15 August 2018
High windows... poem 6
Sad Steps......................... Philip Larkin..
Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness.
Four o'clock: wedge- shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind picked sky.
There's something laughable about this,
The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone coloured light sharpening the roofs below)
High and preposterous and separate-
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements ! No,
One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare
Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can't come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.
Monday, 13 August 2018
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Poem 5
On His Queerness ............ Christopher Isherwood
When I was young and wanted to see the sights,
They told me: 'Cast an eye over the Roman Camp
If you care to,
But plan to spend most of your day at the Aquarium-
Because, after all, the Aquarium-
Well, I mean to say, the Aquarium-
Till you've seen the Aquarium you ain't seen nothing.'
So I cast an eye over
The Roman Camp-
And that old Roman Camp,
That old, old Roman Camp
Got me
Interested.
So that now, near closing time,
I find that I still know nothing-
And am not even sorry that I know nothing-
About fish.
Monday, 6 August 2018
Saturday, 4 August 2018
Monday, 30 July 2018
Poem 2 and 3 and 4
An Epiloge ...... John Masefield ..
I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.
.........................................................................................
On Mundane Acquaintances .... Hilaire Belloc..
Good morning, Algernon: Good morning, Percy.
Good morning, Mrs. Roebeck. Christ have mercy!
...........................................................................................
Siegfried Sassoon (no title?)
'When I'm alone' ......the words tripped of his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
'When I was young' he said. 'when I was young....
I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we're alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet, and talk,
And blow the candle out, and say good-night.
Alone... The word is life endured and known.
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown
Thursday, 26 July 2018
Goldfrapp - Stranger (Official Video)
Playing Miriam reminded me of this track from 'Tales of Us'
the whole album, brilliant stuff from Goldfrapp, she's one
dark lady.. click on the link and play more of the album
Link... Stranger
the whole album, brilliant stuff from Goldfrapp, she's one
dark lady.. click on the link and play more of the album
Link... Stranger
Wednesday, 25 July 2018
Tuesday, 24 July 2018
poems...
Apart from up-loading music from you tube
I have nothing to say on here anymore, so to keep it going
I'll try and post a poem a week, here's the first...
A Quoi Bon Dire... by Charlotte Mew..
Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.
So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.
And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled, and I shall have tossed your hair.
KRO
Sunday, 15 July 2018
Friday, 13 July 2018
Thursday, 12 July 2018
Tuesday, 10 July 2018
Saturday, 30 June 2018
Thursday, 28 June 2018
Sunday, 24 June 2018
Saturday, 16 June 2018
Noir Désir - Le Vent Nous Portera
Link... the wind will...
There's a translation on Google if you want it...
Unless the wind has carried it away..........
Wednesday, 13 June 2018
Friday, 8 June 2018
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