Vicster
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Re: Calling Nigel
Oct 14, 2006, 19:41
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whatisthat wrote: nigelswift wrote: ... intolerable provocation ...
Eh? Where?
nigelswift wrote:
Now I really am going to ignore you and not even read any of your posts...
All I can say is thank goodness you won't be replying to this.
Oh, for fuck's sake, you will ALL just shut up and go and look at some lovely old stones in fields and calm your fucking selves down?
Thank you
Vx
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chris s
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Re: Fiona Colligan-Yano - Bodmin Moor
Oct 17, 2006, 21:24
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Oops
Hope yer didn't mind like.....just thought it was a great encapsulation of the Kernow megalithic thing.....
(Kernow Bys Vyen !)
I found it in Francis Boutle's "The Dreamt Sea: An Anthology Of Anglo-Cornish Poetry 1928 - 2004" which is , of course, a very fine tome...
Yours from a Scryfa contributor !!
Chris
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chris s
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Re: Norman MacCaig: Treeless Landscape
Oct 17, 2006, 21:34
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Lurrrve ye olde ship canal mesel' like....
....aaah.....the dreamin spires of Salford...x
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Littlestone
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Lucan: Et vos barbaricos
Oct 24, 2006, 14:04
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And you, O Druids, free from noise and arms,
Renew’d your barbarous rites and horrid charms.
What Gods, what powers in happy mansions dwell,
Or only you, or all but you can tell.
To secret shades, and unfrequented groves,
From world and cares your peaceful tribe removes.
You teach that souls, eas’d of their mortal load,
Nor with grim Pluto make their dark abode,
Nor wander in pale troops along the silent flood,
But on new regions cast resume their reign,
Content to govern earthy frames again.
Thus death is nothing but the middle line
Betwixt what lives will come, and what have been.
Happy the people by your charms possess’d!
Nor fate, nor fears, disturb their peaceful breast.
On certain dangers unconcern’d they run,
And meet with pleasure what they would not shun;
Defy death’s slighted power, and bravely scorn
To spare a life that will so soon return.
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Littlestone
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Ted Hughes: Snipe
Oct 27, 2006, 13:05
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Snipe
You are soaked with the cold rain -
Like a pelt in tanning liquor.
The moor's swollen waterbelly
Swags and quivers, ready to burst at a step.
Suddenly
Some scrap of dried fabric rips
Itself up
From the marsh-quake, scattering. A soft
Explosion of twilight
In the eyes, with spinning fragment
Somewhere. Nearly lost, wing flash
Stab-trying escape routes, wincing
From each, ducking under
And flinging up over -
Bowed head, jockey shoulders
Climbing headlong
As if hurled downwards -
A mote in the watery eye of the moor -
Hits cloud and
Skis down the far rain wall
Slashes a wet rent
in the rain-duck
Twisting out sideways -
rushes his alarm
Back to the ice age.
The downpour helmet
Tightens on your skull, riddling the pools,
Washing the standing stones and fallen shales
With empty nightfall.
Ted Hughes (1930-1998)
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Jane
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Re: Megalithic Poems:- Alexander Thom: Ancient Mon
Oct 30, 2006, 08:53
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We went to see Nick Harper (son of Roy, if you're interested) play at a gig last night and while he was changing a string he said: 'I'll have to do the poem', and proceeded to recite a wonderful and quite long poem. It featured words about sarsens and barrows and stuff. he didn't say what the poem was or who it was by. It's a long shot, I know, but anyone here know? Moth said he thought it might have been posted here, but please forgive me not wading through this thread which is really impressively long now...
J
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Littlestone
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Nick Harper
Oct 30, 2006, 09:58
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That sounds interesting Jane, and I'm pretty sure it hasn't been posted here.
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StoneLifter
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Re: Nick Harper
Oct 30, 2006, 10:00
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His dad's a poet so I would put him down as favourite, the man himself as second favourite (these things being heritable).
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StoneLifter
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Back To The Stones - Roy Harper
Oct 30, 2006, 10:07
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My name is John Thomas I come from the grave
Where promises vaporise each latest wave
Straight from the breadline with nothing to spare
For a world of high finance and no purpose, I'd just like to say I don't care
I prefer deprivation it's such a slow death
I just want to walk away, take a deep breath
Do something other than fill the same street
Nothing to live for, no way, no way to fill my heart beat
The summer will come and we will run into the sun again
The summer will come and it will be June 21 again
The summer will come... Back to the stones
The pigs came on Saturday and surrounded the road
Tore down our house and destroyed our abode
The road to the henge was blocked off by the state
600 Hitlers with prejudice, prejudice driven by hate
Brute force and justice will not change my mind
About how I think and the friends that I find
I walk with my head high and I'll never be drawn
By promise of futures I just wouldn't want to be born...
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Jane
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Re: Back To The Stones - Roy Harper
Oct 30, 2006, 10:09
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Nope, wasn't that :-(
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