Littlestone
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William Camden
Jan 22, 2006, 20:52
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The illustration of Stonehenge by William Camden (1551-1623) is now up on Meg Poems at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ It's possibly the first accurate illustration we have of the monument and appears in the 1610 edition of Britain, or, A chorographicall description of the most flourishing kingdomes, England, Scotland, and Ireland, and the ilands adioyning, out of the depth of antiqvitie : beavtified with mappes of the severall shires of England / written first in Latine by William Camden; translated newly into English by Philémon Holland :-)
The Latin at the bottom of the illustration reads in English as -
A. Stones called Corsestones, Weighing 12 tunne, carrying in height 24. foote; in bredth, 7-foote; in compasse, 16.
B. Stones named, Cronetts, of 6. or 7. tunne weight.
C. A place, where mens bones are digged up.
Thanks to BuckyE for first bring this illustration to my attention; it's followed by a rather 'heavy' poem by Blake :-(
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Wiggy
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Re: Michael Longley
Jan 25, 2006, 10:42
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I just came across a poem by this Irish poet. It's called "Badger". You might like it. =;o)
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Littlestone
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Re: Michael Longley
Jan 25, 2006, 12:03
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Thanks Wiggy. Yes, please go ahead and post it here.
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Wiggy
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Re: Michael Longley
Jan 25, 2006, 12:09
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.......(embarrased whisper) I don't know how to post links...
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Rhiannon
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Re: Michael Longley
Jan 25, 2006, 13:01
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Just highlight it in the address bar, copy it, then paste into your message. As long as it's got the http bit at the front it ought to magically turn into a link.
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Wiggy
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Re: Michael Longley
Jan 25, 2006, 13:23
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http://www.teachnet.ie/ckelly/badger.htm
Thanks Rhiannon.
Hope it was worth it after all that! =;o)
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Littlestone
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Re: Michael Longley
Jan 25, 2006, 13:41
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Thanks Wiggy (and Rhiannon). Poem duly added to stack :-)
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Littlestone
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The old beech tree
Feb 05, 2006, 18:16
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Nothing megalithic about the following I'm afraid - just the death of an old beech tree that should not go unnoticed.
The old beech tree was felled today
from where it had stood
between the land of the living and the land of the dead
for a century or more at least.
The old tree stood on the other side of the wall
between the little terraced houses
on the little Victorian street
at the edge of the town's old cemetery.
There weren't too many
to show it much acknowledgement
except the lady at number 66
who lived with her cats on the living side of the wall.
She'd seen the old tree change
season in and season out
from her garden and her little window
had brushed up the leaves in the fall
had watched the tree's new buds swell and burst.
Now in its absence
nothing more than a heap of logs and a puzzled pile of squirrels
wood pigeons without a place to flap home to
and a lady looking from her window
onto the emptiness where her beech tree once stood.
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Littlestone
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Re: Calling photobabe
Feb 06, 2006, 22:03
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Bump.
photobabe, may I have your permission to use your illustration 'Forever watchful... The keepers of The Stones' to illustrate a poem by Donny McIntyre on Megalithic Poems? The poem is a is follows -
Us, soldiers of the stony hearth
Us, soldiers of the stony hearth
Hewing homage to a crowded sky
Hanging heaven onto maiden Earth
Cut stone forever cannot die.
From us, builders, comes forth god
From us, darkness comes forth light
From us all is overawed.
Us, sculptured artists of the night.
Thirteen twelve's, a sacred number
Cut in stone in all we've made
All we've made is torn asunder,
But stone remains, while all will fade.
"Ah, Man! Your stone remains, but NOT forever.
All Rocks. All Man. All dust together."
Donny McIntyre
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:36
Bill Drummond: Julian Cope is dead
Feb 14, 2006, 16:22
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All this talk about Stonehenge is doin' me head in; even William Blake went mad with despair over it -
A building of eternal death, whose proportions are eternal despair :-(
A little light relief then while we get ourselves focused (and don't shoot me for what follows - I'm just the messenger :-)
Julian Cope Is Dead
Julian Cope is dead,
I shot him in the head.
If he moves some more,
I'll kill him for sure.
Now, Julian Cope is dead.
The Teardrops weren't they great?
In their own wee way.
'Treason', 'Reward', 'The Thief Of Baghdad's,
The Teardrops weren't they great?
A footnotes all they'd have got,
In the annals of rock.
Until I got wise,
And hatched up my plan,
A footnotes all they'd have got.
Jules C. just follow me,
I have your interests at heart.
Now take this knife,
And write to your wife.
Tell her it had to be.
Now Julian said no,
He didn't want to go.
More records he wanted to make.
But if ?pitch? is your man,
You'll go with a bang,
Bigger than the Beatles for sure.
Now, Julian Cope is dead,
I shot him in the head,
He didn't understand,
The glory of the plan,
Now, Julian Cope is dead.
We'll have platinum records not gold,
To hang on our walls at home.
When the neighbours come round,
I'll always break down,
Repeating the stories of old.
But who is this man,
With holes in his hands,
A halo round his head.
That Arab smock,
And golden locks,
It can't be, it could be, it is!
J.C. please, you've got to see,
I was doing what a manager ought.
The records weren't selling,
And Balfie was drooping,
And Gary had a mortgage to pay.
From the LP "The Man" by Bill Drummond
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