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In Memory Of W.B. Yeats
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The People Yes
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Camouflage
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Chimes of Freedom
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
De Breanski
VAN GOGH
Hillegas
To the Stonecutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
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from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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My, oh my, what a joyous way to start the day! A cute as a button little girl belting out a Sinatra song, with gusto! Outstanding maximum adorablenesss! Thanks, Gerard.
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Precoscious. Here is an 8 year old Norwegian girl who is sublime:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBGMQ9Kx9iI
At 13: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gQljxeaNuM
Hello Roy. Angelina is very cool. Here’s a video of several artists performing Unchained Melody over the years and wrapping up with Angelina about age 12. Never heard of her until today.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABLWB-eLM10
Howdy Tom. Thanks for the link. Angelina has posted more than 150 videos including about 7 of her own compositions. She just turned 16 and has a very large Band of Angels who folow her. She has the most beautiful, enchanting voice I have ever heard – and that goes back more than 70 years. She just recently signed with her first record label, Republic. You, and the world, will soon be very conscious of her.
The phrasing was spectacular in Angelina’s singing
Trang, it is her phrasing that elevates her beautiful voice into another realm altogether. She has covered many artists in many styles. She makes each song her own with subtle variations in timing and pronunciation. Example: YOU are the one vs. You are the ONE. There are many “reactors” on Youtube who play songs and react to them. Most of them are just ooh and ahh types but there are professional musicians and voice teachers also. The pros pick up on all the subtlties and are uniformly impressed with her. Here is one example:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0PA2FOGNHs
Just when I think the world has completely gone to shit and that all hope is lost, Vanderluen goes and posts one of these “Something Wonderful” videos and brings me back from the brink. Thank you sir. You are appreciated more than you know.
Five years old, acting like an adult while playing to the camera. May God have mercy on this child.
Estoy Listo-
Babies are so much smarter than we give them credit for. This was really adorable.
I showed it to my 3 year old grandson, figuring he’d like it. He loved it once. I asked if he wanted to see it again or if it was too much. He watched it a second time and then said “too much”! He will gladly listen to the lollipop song by the Chordettes a million times though.
Awesome! Amazing! Wonderful.
Thanks for the diversion in these depressing times. I forwarded it to all the usual suspects and the response was totally uplifting. We need more of this and we will come out on top.
She’s a cutie, and has some stage presence.