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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Edited Sep 22, 2009, 10:24
Jul 05, 2007, 23:25
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This now up on the Megalithic Poems blog with a pic and a comment by Gerald - http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/2007/07/shadow-on-stone.html
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Robert Carr 84 posts |
Jul 08, 2007, 10:45
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Stonehenge Where the demons dwell Where the banshees live And they do live well Stonehenge Where a man is a man And the children dance to The pipes of pan Stonehenge 'Tis a magic place Where the moon doth rise With a dragon's face Stonehenge Where the virgins lie And the prayer of devils Fill the midnight sky And you my love Won't you take my hand We'll go back in time To that mystic land Where the dew drops cry And the cats meow I will take you there I will show you how David St. Hubbins and Nigel Tufnel
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Edited Sep 22, 2009, 10:20
Jul 10, 2007, 09:07
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Have changed Gerald Ponting's photo that first accompanied this poem on http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/2007/07/max-gate-image-credit-gerald-ponting.html to another of his. Gerald notes that, "...our guide certainly told us all about the poem and its significance while standing by that stone, and only mentioned the other one as an afterthought - I think it was added to the garden many years later."
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Jul 21, 2007, 15:06
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Windover I guard the gateway Hold two spears Or staffs Or rakes Through the years The truth has misted Clearly a man Though my hips might say other Wise Mother I might be God to many Most certainly Yet as you approach me Kerbstones are all you will see Industrial covering for the mystery Once I was the Green Man Seen only at dawn Upon my Down By Mrs. Downs Of that village below Or as the snow melted Upon me Before around me Yet I became harder to see So they bricked me in That I might remain seen Though so faint in the earth My left foot turned east Was my face lost then? Did spear become stick? Did they add hips? Did I lose a dick? And then in your sixties Brick became slab Call it drab If you like My essence Still lies beneath. Atop my hill Lie two barrows One Long and for many One round and for a chief The long one it points Directly at my head And however many lie within They lie undisturbed In a grave long enough To be mine Approached by a steep Cursus From which to watch Sirius rise The round one Lies in line with my body Abused and raided by an antiquary One Mr. Mantell Yet still with its majesty Though no longer a king Two ancient cultures Lined graves up on me And five thousand years back From where cars now park On a cold winter’s night Orion the Hunter Dressed in his stars Would have walked my horizon Am I he? Am I the Stonehenge Sun God? Cernunnos of the Celts? Or Caesar of the coin? Or Alfred’s estate marker? Or Sampson, carved by monks On their day off? I have been much to many Else I would have died I may be much to you Or just a man in the side Of a hill Still Yet on a mound ‘Neath a chalk-pit next to me People now gather To give thanks to their mother And father, the Earth And to honour their gods And for what it is worth I thank you For you sustain me And I shall be whatever you wish Until the Downs crumble And fish swim above me Many years from now When we shall all lie Underneath sea or sky For as rock became human So too human stone The cycle is endless For you and I belong to the Land And to it we return Whether short or Long Man. Cursuswalker. Lammas 2001
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Jul 31, 2007, 07:56
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Silbury Speaks Once, men knew no science But saw how things worked, Couldn’t fly to the moon Yet possessed it, Never dreamt the world was round But knew it was whole. Such men raised me with those simple tools And here I stand A monument, magnificent, To simple men and simple ways That tells an ancient Truth That knowing much is knowing less. Why then did you not Simply protect me? Erich Thrupp, OBE
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Aug 07, 2007, 16:12
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Song to Progress no swan, no snail must stop this dash to tear around with wads of cash and get at speed from A to B and not to Dawdle pointlessly So - move Along ! - wont it be Grand ! when Ireland's just like Legoland my work will only be Complete when Boyne to Liffey's all Concrete and Shoefayre stands where Fianna fell and Leisureworld - and Next as well IKEA - if we're really lucky and drive-in Chicken from Kentucky THIS is what we want to see not grass and trees and history but modern stuff - and this and that and things on which we can put VAT and if you want to get more slim why walk ? - just buy a Multigym When we're encased in cans of steel both hands attached to steering wheel and eyes fixed on the road ahead - we may as well be effing Dead this stretch of road - built over bones is one of many thousand clones did we just pass the Lia Fail ...? it could be anywhere at all just sit like this an hour or two as if you've nothing else to do and work and work all day and then stay sober and drive back again a quarter million cars a day is JUst what Dublin needs I say ! aMAZing what they get to pay to park the things - we're making hay ! cos there'll be car parks to be built and lots of pockets to be filled there'll be no end to means and ends cos its so nice to have good friends there is a railway - but you see it closed in nineteen sixty three it could be opened up again but that somehow doesn't seem to happen Mad Suibhne sitting in his tree is keeping feathered company he watches as the human race is drifting loose from sense of place and capsulated in a car of who and where and what we are so every weekday without fail we slave to buy a better jail or hang on to the one we have by hook and crook and tooth and nail and so far is now the space and so far have we come apart we even think to cut the Heart "Progress" ? though feathered Suibhne looks absurd he doubts if it's the proper word marcellavee 1/08/07 Thanks to moss' post of 3 August 2007 here at http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/1117/hill_of_tara.html (under Miscellaneous) for this one.
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slumpystones 769 posts |
Aug 12, 2007, 18:42
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I have no idea how this happened. I love Joy Division, and I decided to take a song and change the lyrics enough without losing the anger. It feels slightly sacriligeous, though there were alternatives ["Is this the crisis I knew had to come, destroying the balanced I'd kept?"] but it sums up my feelings well enough. A legacy, in time removed Your guardianship to prove Eternal rights we left behind In trust, our World enshrined To pay respects, protect it too We put our trust in you We put our trust in you We thought our Gods would recognise Our efforts justified Strange the way that hopes can rise Our vision touched the skies Immortal gift, our love to prove We put our trust in you We put our trust in you Beneath a hill of sacred soil This modern vermin's spoil Is this your hope, your final deed? Where prayers are left to bleed Resigned to this, we curse your soul We put our trust in you We put our trust in you
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Aug 12, 2007, 18:57
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Beneath a hill of sacred soil This modern vermin's spoil... Holy shmuks slumpy! I need to read that again, and again, and again...!
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slumpystones 769 posts |
Aug 12, 2007, 18:59
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Maybe I should post a link to an mp3 and the original lyrics...dunno if Ian Curtis is everyone's taste tho!
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Aug 12, 2007, 19:02
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slumpystones wrote: Maybe I should post a link to an mp3 and the original lyrics...dunno if Ian Curtis is everyone's taste tho! Why not. Go for it.
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