Littlestone
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Re: Bohonagh
Jun 12, 2008, 14:06
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Thanks g - excellent.
Received another as well this morning - simple, beautiful and for once I've got an illustration to go with it :-)
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gjrk
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Re: Bohonagh
Jun 14, 2008, 00:19
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Hi LS, I look forward to reading it, and I'm glad to hear that you have a ready picture! ;)
Just thought I'd add this though it's prose, because it's so damn synchronous with Bohonagh - the monument - twelve pillars and an altar in a townland translating as 'place of the cattle' and a similiar time period, give a hundred years or so.
Exodus 24, 4-8
Moses wrote down all the words of the Lord. He rose early in the morning and built an altar at the foot of the mountain, and put up twelve sacred pillars, one for each of the twelve tribes of Israel. He then sent the young men of Israel and they sacrificed bulls to the Lord as whole-offerings and shared-offerings. Moses took half the blood and put it in basins and the other half he flung against the altar. Then he took the book of the covenant and read it aloud for all the people to hear. They said, 'We will obey, and do all that the Lord has said.' Moses then took the blood and flung it over the people, saying, 'This is the blood of the covenant which the Lord has made with you on the terms of this book.'
A little light reading, for a June evening.
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poddy
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Jun 18, 2008, 14:39
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Simply delightful.
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gjrk
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Knockawaddra
Jun 25, 2008, 13:04
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Best wishes for the megameet! Just for mood, here's one about the Winter Solstice and fear of mortality. Lovely. Three cheers and we're off...
Dusk. The brush of a hare, in flight, flicks the long grass
in a gust of fast-fading foot beats. Time’s curtain parts
and on the hill bulls roar through bronze trumpets and rattles
click, fertile in the writhing flames - dancing thorn-shadow.
What masque is this? Abandon. Whitened faces and rough
breathing blow a swirling cloud to obscure it again.
Saturnalia. A turning word on the wind.
Storms leave a fossil in a pliable mind
and slick, stiff, five fingers grope, grey in the mist.
A terrible Titan lurks under the hand.
Inhumed on the hillside, he feels my flesh drawing close
and hungry horns oscillate the land.
Often megaliths look like a tip to the whole that the ground has covered over and five stone circles can then look like fingertips reaching out. Stay clear of the fog at Avebury!
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Littlestone
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Edited Jun 26, 2008, 10:18
Re: Knockawaddra
Jun 26, 2008, 10:06
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gjrk wrote: Best wishes for the megameet! Just for mood, here's one about the Winter Solstice and fear of mortality. Lovely. Three cheers and we're off...
Dusk. The brush of a hare, in flight, flicks the long grass
in a gust of fast-fading foot beats. Time’s curtain parts
and on the hill bulls roar through bronze trumpets and rattles
click, fertile in the writhing flames - dancing thorn-shadow.
What masque is this? Abandon. Whitened faces and rough
breathing blow a swirling cloud to obscure it again.
Saturnalia. A turning word on the wind.
Storms leave a fossil in a pliable mind
and slick, stiff, five fingers grope, grey in the mist.
A terrible Titan lurks under the hand.
Inhumed on the hillside, he feels my flesh drawing close
and hungry horns oscillate the land.
Often megaliths look like a tip to the whole that the ground has covered over and five stone circles can then look like fingertips reaching out. Stay clear of the fog at Avebury!
g
gjrk wrote: Best wishes for the megameet!
Aye, thanks g (and another great poem!).
The whole Megalithic Poems Blog is now on CD ROM just in case Blogger ever self-destructs :-) Will bring a couple of copies down to the Megameet for anyone who wants one.
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gjrk
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Re: Edward Thomas: Lob
Jun 28, 2008, 20:11
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You all may have seen this already but there's a large piece in today's Guardian on Edward Thomas - interesting conclusion on 'Lob' being a personification of "poetry and its role in collective memory".
Once again it's difficult not to think of a door thrown back and a shout; "I have arrived!", only for a trapdoor to open under his feet. Mesmerising legacy though. He had a lot to say.
'Edward Thomas: The Annotated Collected Poems', Edna Longley (ed.), Bloodaxe (£12).
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moss
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Re: Edward Thomas: Lob
Jun 29, 2008, 08:03
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Thomas was also influenced by Richard Jefferies " The Story of My Heart", an extraordinary eloquent piece of writing by Jefferies in search of the very inner spiritual meaning in nature and his striving for it. Thomas in fact wrote a biography of Jefferies, and this 'nature writing' can also be found in H.J.Massingham's work...... The Lob poem is of course evoking that which is to be lost..
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gjrk
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Re: Edward Thomas: Lob
Jun 29, 2008, 09:17
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Yes, that's the sense that I got from it as well - nature - though, and this is just a personal view, I felt it to be hopeful that, in whatever manner, something would carry on. I'm not familiar with those other writers, but if they carry something of his outlook they must be special to read.
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Jane
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The Hurlers by Seth Lakeman
Jun 30, 2008, 16:03
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The Hurlers by Seth Lakeman
Sunday morning,
In the summer time.
Over worship we hurlers climb
over mountains and valleys deep.
Those bells are ringing
Around our feet.
Come, take this warning
cried the priest.
All good hurlers
at the devils feast.
He will curse where you stand
Mark his circle upon our land
Oh hurler boys come on
make your choice.
Where you stand
(hey hey)
Where you stand
Bold, brave and strong
we ran the day
Til thunder rolled in with silver rain
There were fingers down our backs
curse is rising
and we were trapped
Oh hurler boys come on
make your choice.
And he said
Oh you hurlers boys come on
make your choice.
Where you stand
Tall, straight and stubborn
we face the sky
that lightning pierced us
our voices cried out
bodies silver
our hearts of stone
we make no shadows
we stand alone.
... from Seth Lakeman’s new album (released today) ‘Poor man’s heaven’
http://www.sethlakeman.co.uk/
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Littlestone
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Re: The Hurlers by Seth Lakeman
Jul 01, 2008, 07:15
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Thanks for that Jane. Just listened to it - great stuff!
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