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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Feb 15, 2009, 14:44
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"Clumsy treasure hunting," Sir Richmond said. "They bore into Silbury Hill and expect to find a mummified chief or something sensational of that sort, and they don't, and they report nothing. They haven't sifted finely enough; they haven't thought subtly enough. These walls of earth ought to tell what these people ate, what clothes they wore, what woods they used. Was this a sheep land then as it is now, or a cattle land? Were these hills covered by forests? I don't know. These archaeologists don't know. Or if they do they haven't told me, which is just as bad. I don't believe they know." H G Wells
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nigelswift 8112 posts |
Feb 15, 2009, 15:01
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Gosh, he must be 142.
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Feb 15, 2009, 15:09
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nigelswift wrote: Gosh, he must be 142. Spooky innit.
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moss 2897 posts |
Edited Mar 02, 2009, 18:24
Feb 26, 2009, 05:51
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This poem and querns has been nagging my mind for a couple of days, and the Irish Meet Up thread, (make Bawn an English fort) coincided nicely. Fourwinds has put the site on TMA (see Belderg) as an ancient settlement, its a village in County Mayo, there are no photos though. Anyway if you look at Vicster's posting on Ceide Fields, there is an ancient tree, presumably from a bog... http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/10666/ceide_fields.html "A world tree of balanced stone" which reminds you of the Ygyradsil Tree of course. Think his 'Grauballe Man' and 'Tollund Man' are already on the Meg.Poem thread Belderg 'They just keep turning up And were thought of as foreign'- One-eyed and benign, They lie about his house, Quernstones out of a bog. To lift the lid of the peat And find this pupil dreaming Of neolithic wheat! When he stripped off blanket bog The soft-piled centuries Fell open like a glib; There were the first plough-marks, The stone-age fields, the tomb Corbelled, turfed and chambered, Floored with dry turf-coomb. A landscape fossilized, Its stone wall patternings Repeated before our eyes In the stone walls of Mayo. Before I turned to go He talked about persistence, A congruence of lives, How stubbed and cleared of stones, His home accrued growth rings Of iron, flint and bronze. So I talked of Mossbawn, A bogland name 'but Moss'?, He crossed my old home's music With older strains of Norse. I'd told how its foundation Was mutable as sound And how I could derive A forked root from that ground, Make bawn an English fort, A planter's walled-in mound. Or else find sanctuary And think of it as Irish, Persistent if outworn. 'But the Norse ring on your tree?' I passed through the eye of the quern, Grist to an ancient mill, And in my mind's eye saw, A world-tree of balanced stones, Querns piles like vertebrae, The marrow crushed to grounds. Seamus Heaney 1975
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Mar 03, 2009, 14:22
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...if you look at Vicster's posting on Ceide Fields, there is an ancient tree, presumably from a bog... Thanks for the poem and the link moss - excellent! Vicster, if you're reading this could I use your pic http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/img_fullsize/65330.jpg to accompany the poem on the Megalithic Poems blog?
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Mar 04, 2009, 10:45
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The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that praise no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives. Thomas Moore (1779-1852) See also - http://www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/Endangered-Cultural-Treasures-The-Hill-of-Tara-Ireland.html
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gjrk 370 posts |
Mar 04, 2009, 13:30
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Great to see that poem up, and how apt it seems. I don't think that I've read it since I was a child and then only to rhyme it off. It reminds me, reading now, of Oisín returning from Tír na nÓg and his despair at everything gone; fled or broken.
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Trevor 2 posts |
Mar 09, 2009, 12:54
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Peter Proletarius was in fact the one of the nom de plumes of George Markham Tweddell - a 19th C Printer / publisher / author / People's Historian / socialist / Freemason and much more and hailed from Stokesley in North Yorkshire. I've been working with Paul Tweddell to bring the Tweddell family's archives into the public domain in various ways and in light of the interesting comments on his poem, I thought your members might be interested in some of these resources. George Markham Tweddell's fascinating story can now be found on this website http://www.tweddellhistory.co.uk/ and there is a list on the site of the family archives now located in the County archives in Middlesbrough. We have also brought together all of his many poems (scattered throughout numourous publications (including the Chartist paper - The Northern Star) as well as many unpublished poems along with a discussion paper on the poems and bio of Tweddell. The E book is now available Free for download on this site http://www.tweddellpoetry.co.uk/
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Littlestone 5386 posts |
Edited Mar 09, 2009, 16:26
Mar 09, 2009, 13:54
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Trevor wrote: Peter Proletarius was in fact the one of the nom de plumes of George Markham Tweddell - a 19th C Printer / publisher / author / People's Historian / socialist / Freemason and much more and hailed from Stokesley in North Yorkshire. I've been working with Paul Tweddell to bring the Tweddell family's archives into the public domain in various ways and in light of the interesting comments on his poem, I thought your members might be interested in some of these resources. George Markham Tweddell's fascinating story can now be found on this website http://www.tweddellhistory.co.uk/ and there is a list on the site of the family archives now located in the County archives in Middlesbrough. We have also brought together all of his many poems (scattered throughout numourous publications (including the Chartist paper - The Northern Star) as well as many unpublished poems along with a discussion paper on the poems and bio of Tweddell. The E book is now available Free for download on this site http://www.tweddellpoetry.co.uk/ Many thanks for that Trevor and congratulations on bringing all your research together. I look forward to checking out your links later. PP's poem also appears here if you're interested - http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html with a comment by fitzcoraldo. I can either add the links that you've supplied above to the comment box on that page or can republish what you've posted just as it is if that's OK. If the above link doesn't work PP's poem is in the April 2007 Archive here - http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/
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thesweetcheat 6216 posts |
Mar 09, 2009, 20:33
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Apologies (a) if you already have this and (b) that it's not a poem, it's a song lyric, but it does mention a certain well-known site: "I fancy I'll open a stationers Sell quaint notepads to weekend pagans While you were out at the Rollright Stones I came and set fire to your shed" Twenty-Four Hour Garage People - Half Man Half Biscuit (2000)
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