nigelswift
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Gordon Kingston - Staring at the Sun
Nov 30, 2009, 09:39
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Great writing I reckon, well worthy of this thread...
"But how much more potent it is to stand there then, with the gooseflesh tingling on your cheeks and watch what the builders would have watched, at the time that they would have watched it, fastened, intoxicated, as the red-glowing weight of the sun sinks exactly where they had indicated, with their circle of stone, that it should."
http://heritageaction.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/archaeoastronomy-and-staring-at-the-sun/
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Littlestone
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The Megaliths: Norman Nicholson
Feb 19, 2010, 15:48
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The Megaliths
Heedless, unheeded of the years they stand;
The rain drips off their chins and lichens spread
A moist green skin along each stony hand
That gropes among the bones of the grey dead.
They did not see the forests flow and fall -
Junipers blue wave by the fellside shore -
Nor barley batten by the coddling wall,
Nor purple ploughland swipe across the moor.
They hold death in them. Skulls have moulded ears
That deaf remain to curlew, crow and dove.
The human winds blow past them; each one fears
The hoarded ache of malignant love.
Norman Nicholson (1914-1987)
First posted here - http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/3010/burn_moor_complex.html by fitzcoraldo.
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bernie
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Feb 20, 2010, 13:44
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LOVELY!
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Littlestone
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Caractacus: William Mason
Feb 20, 2010, 21:12
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Thanks moss - re: http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/forum/?thread=56781&message=714338 Have bunged it up here as well because it's a fair bit of writing. See also -
http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/rocking-stone.html for the Uchon rocking stone -
Petite, a Uchon montais
Dans le bois qui abrite
La pierre qui croule...
Thither, youths,
Turn your astonish'd eyes; behold yon huge
And unhewn sphere of living adamant,
Which, poised by magic, rests its central weight
On yonder pointed rock: firm as it seems,
Such is the strange and virtuous property,
It moves obsequious to the gentlest touch
Of him whose breast is pure; but to a traitor,
Tho’ ev’n a giant’s prowess nerv’d his arm,
It stands as fixt as Snowdon.
William Mason (1724–1797)
Writing about Logan Rock. More here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocking_stone
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Littlestone
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Only a dream: Gordon Kingston
Mar 03, 2010, 12:18
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Have you sometimes woken up,
So, with your heart leaping,
Like the last dying thrashing
Of a fish out of water,
And then realised that
It was only a dream?
Gordon Kingston
More here -
http://heritageaction.wordpress.com/2010/03/03/bremore-to-gormanston-the-vision/
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gjrk
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Edited Mar 03, 2010, 16:00
Re: Only a dream: Gordon Kingston
Mar 03, 2010, 15:24
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Thanks to Bawn79, by the way, for the wonderful photos of Cnoc Fírinne, in the article.
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gjrk
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Re: Only a dream: Gordon Kingston
Mar 03, 2010, 16:01
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Littlestone wrote:
Thanks for putting that up LS, though it looks a bit bare without Bawn's photographs ;)
You were first in line to thank Julian Cope for this website, but I think that people sometimes take for granted the amount that you do yourself.
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Littlestone
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Re: Only a dream: Gordon Kingston
Mar 04, 2010, 12:15
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Ach! thanks Mr g, but nothing compared to what others do here. Like what it says on the TMA lid -
...thanks to the remarkable efforts of all those who contribute.
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nigelswift
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Edith Nesbit - The Story of the Amulet
Mar 24, 2010, 07:21
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"I must not pick the public flowers,
They are not mine, but they are ours."
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ocifant
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Mar 25, 2010, 12:27
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Not sure this qualifies, but just saw this on Twitter from @thelondonstone :-
There once was a London Stone,
sat in a cage like throne,
signed up to Twitter,
complained about litter,
but never his followers did groan!
Pretty awful stuff! :-)
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