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Post  pinhedz on Wed Jan 18, 2012 7:44 am

eddie wrote:
Vera Cruz wrote:Is she a witch?

Indubitably. affraid
Does ATU-II have a witch thread?

If not, it will.

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Post  Guest on Wed Jan 18, 2012 9:42 am

eddie wrote:Remember the I Ching reading you did for me, Moony? The Marriage hexagram? We were puzzling over whether this referred to book or babe. Turns out it was both.

...you are going to MARRY her?????

Shocked

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Post  Guest on Wed Jan 18, 2012 9:44 am

that's the question I didn't dare to ask Laughing

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Post  eddie on Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:42 pm

blue moon wrote:

Ha! Beat you to the draw. That illustration's already in the book: Dante's first sight of Beatrice working on the gateline at Liverpool Street station. But great anticipation there, Moony.

Marriage? Dunno about that. If it comes to anything of the sort, I'd imagine that a wood and a druid would probably come into it at some point.

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Post  pinhedz on Thu Jan 19, 2012 2:28 pm

We have just learned that Svetlana's son has set a poem by Pablo Neruda to music, and that we will be performing it with the Metropolitan Chorus in April. Shocked

EL FUTURO ES ESPACIO

EL futuro es espacio,
espacio color de tierra,
color de nube,
color de agua, de aire,
espacio negro para muchos sueños,
espacio blanco para toda la nieve,
para toda la música.

Atrás quedó el amor desesperado
que no tenía sitio para un beso,
hay lugar para todos en el bosque,
en la calle, en la casa,
hay sitio subterráneo y submarino,
qué placer es hallar por fin,
subiendo
un planeta vacío,
grandes estrellas claras como el vodka
tan transparentes y deshabitadas,
y allí llegar con el primer teléfono
para que hablen más tarde tantos hombres
de sus enfermedades.

Lo importante es apenas divisarse,
gritar desde una dura cordillera
y ver en la otra punta
los pies de una mujer recién llegada.

Adelante, salgamos
del río sofocante
en que con otros peces navegamos
desde el alba a la noche migratoria
y ahora en este espacio descubierto
volemos a la pura soledad.

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Post  Guest on Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:51 pm

eddie wrote:Remember the I Ching reading you did for me, Moony? The Marriage hexagram? We were puzzling over whether this referred to book or babe. Turns out it was both.
...took me ages to locate the hexagram and appropriate line.

...a snow white steed
progress delayed by a betrothal
unwarranted suspicion

Makes no sense to me clown

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Post  Guest on Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:55 pm

eddie wrote: Dante's first sight of Beatrice

...the musician ex-partner sent it as a postcard from Firenze, a long time ago. I still have it.

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Post  Guest on Sat Jan 21, 2012 7:02 pm

eddie wrote:Marriage? Dunno about that. If it comes to anything of the sort, I'd imagine that a wood and a druid would probably come into it at some point.
Pagan weddings, in many cases performed by a recognized druid, will now be allowed in Ireland.

Following a five-year campaign the Irish state has now recognized the right of the Pagan Federation Ireland to perform weddings.

Couples will now be able to be legally married after a ceremony that concludes with jumping over a broomstick to mark crossing over from an old life to a new one.

Pagan weddings are also known as hand-fasting and most recently, the nephew of Richard Branson got married that way and they have become increasingly popular. http://www.irishcentral.com/news/Pagan-weddings-now-allowed-in-Ireland-84903247.html




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Post  eddie on Sat Jan 21, 2012 8:01 pm

blue moon wrote:
...took me ages to locate the hexagram and appropriate line.

...a snow white steed
progress delayed by a betrothal
unwarranted suspicion

Can you remember in which line the 6 or 9 appeared?

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Post  Guest on Sat Jan 21, 2012 9:25 pm

Line 6 for the FOURTH place

Six in the fourth place means:
Grace or simplicity?
A white horse comes as if on wings.
He is not a robber,
He will woo at the right time.

An individual is in a situation in which doubts arise as to which is better-to
pursue the grace of external brilliance, or to return to simplicity. The doubt
itself implies the answer. Confirmation comes from the outside; it comes like
a white winged horse. The white color indicates simplicity. At first it may be
disappointing to renounce the comforts that might have been obtained, yet
one finds peace of mind in a true relationship with the friend who courts
him. The winged horse is the symbol of the thoughts that transcend all limits
of space and time.

...hmmm...pegasus:

"The symbolism of Pegasus varies with time. Symbol of wisdom and especially of fame from the Middle Ages until the Renaissance, he became one symbol of the poetry and the creator of sources in which the poets come to draw inspiration, particularly in the 19th century. Pegasus is the subject of a very rich iconography, especially through the ancient Greek pottery and paintings and sculptures of the Renaissance. Personification of the water, solar myth, or shaman mount, Carl Jung and his followers have seen in Pegasus a profound symbolic esoteric in relation to the spiritual energy that allows to access to the realm of the gods on Mount Olympus."

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Post  eddie on Sun Jan 22, 2012 4:51 am

^

I am very much obliged to you for that, Moony.

You understand that the treacherous young witch will always take second place in my affections. I love you

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Post  Guest on Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:59 am

eddie wrote:^

I am very much obliged to you for that, Moony.

You understand that the treacherous young witch will always take second place in my affections. I love you
...age and stealth will always defeat youth and inexperience

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Post  eddie on Sun Jan 22, 2012 3:18 pm

blue moon wrote:
eddie wrote: Dante's first sight of Beatrice

...the musician ex-partner sent it as a postcard from Firenze, a long time ago. I still have it.

In the book, the painting gets an Elvis Costello caption:

When we first met I didn't know what to do
My old love lines were all worn out on you
And the world walked round my mouth
(Jack of All Parades- EC.)

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Post  Guest on Sun Jan 22, 2012 3:57 pm

eddie wrote:
Dante's first sight of Beatrice working on the gateline at Liverpool Street station.

In the book, the painting gets an Elvis Costello caption:



When we first met I didn't know what to do
My old love lines were all worn out on you
And the world walked round my mouth
(Jack of All Parades- EC.)

I've reached the Paradiso section of my contemporary Divine Comedy...been writing some more poems about my personal Beatrice...going to use this as as an epigraph for this section:

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello" she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
(Bob Dylan)

Don't know that it really matters but Bob gets the century wrong: Dante lived in 14th c. Tuscany.

I'm looking forward to the book.... study


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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:09 pm

pinhedz wrote:We have just learned that Svetlana's son has set a poem by Pablo Neruda to music, and that we will be performing it with the Metropolitan Chorus in April. Shocked

EL FUTURO ES ESPACIO

EL futuro es espacio,
espacio color de tierra,
color de nube,
color de agua, de aire,
espacio negro para muchos sueños,
espacio blanco para toda la nieve,
para toda la música.

Atrás quedó el amor desesperado
que no tenía sitio para un beso,
hay lugar para todos en el bosque,
en la calle, en la casa,
hay sitio subterráneo y submarino,
qué placer es hallar por fin,
subiendo
un planeta vacío,
grandes estrellas claras como el vodka
tan transparentes y deshabitadas,
y allí llegar con el primer teléfono
para que hablen más tarde tantos hombres
de sus enfermedades.

Lo importante es apenas divisarse,
gritar desde una dura cordillera
y ver en la otra punta
los pies de una mujer recién llegada.

Adelante, salgamos
del río sofocante
en que con otros peces navegamos
desde el alba a la noche migratoria
y ahora en este espacio descubierto
volemos a la pura soledad.

...I haven't been able to find a translation.

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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:14 pm

^

THE FUTURE IS SPACE
Pablo Neruda

The future is space,
earth-colored space,
cloud-colored,
color of water, air,
black space with room for many dreams,
white space with room for all snow,
for all music.

Behind lies despairing love
with no room for a kiss.
There's a place for everyone in forests,
in streets, in houses;
there's an underground space, a submarine space,
but what joy is to find in the end,
rising,
an empty planet
great stars clear as vodka,
so uninhabited and so transparent,
and arrive there with the first telephone
so that so many men can later discuss
all their infirmities.

The important thing is to be scarcely aware of oneself,
to scream from a rough mountain range
and see on another peak
the feet of a woman newly arrived.

Come on, let's leave
this suffocating river
in which we swim with other fish
from dwan to shifting night
and now in this discovered space
let's fly to a pure solitude



Artwork for the poem by someone called Caroline Attan

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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:25 pm

cheers thank you vera.


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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:26 pm

I live my life in growing orbits
by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 -1926)

I live my life in growing orbits
Which move out over the things of the world.
Perhaps I can never achieve the last,
but that will be my attempt.

I am circling around God, the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
or a great song.

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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:27 pm

The Agamemnon Rag
by Jack Conway

Atlas, you’re Homer. I am so glad you’re Hera.
Thera so many things to tell you. I went on that
minotaur of the museum. The new display centaurs
on how you can contract Sisyphus if you don’t use
a Trojan on your Dictys. It was all Greek to me, see.
When I was Roman around,
I rubbed Midas against someone. “Medea, you look like a Goddess,”
he said. The Minerva him! I told him to
Frigg off, oracle the cops. “Loki here,” I said.
“In Odin times men had better manners.” It’s best to try
and nymph that sort of thing in the bud. He said he knew
Athena two about women like me, then tried to Bacchus
into a corner. Dryads I could, he wouldn’t stop.
“Don’t Troy with my affections,” he said.
“I’m already going to Helen a hand basket.”
I pretended to be completely Apollo by his behavior.
If something like that Mars your day, it Styx with you
forever. “I’m not Bragi,” he said. “But Idon better.”
Some people will never Lerna. Juno what I did?
Valhalla for help. I knew the police would
Pegasus to the wall. The Sirens went off.
Are you or Argonaut guilty, they asked.
He told the cops he was Iliad bad clams.
He said he accidentally Electra Cupid himself
trying to adjust a lamp shade. This job has its
pluses and Minos. The cops figured he was Fulla it.
He nearly Runic for me. I’m telling you,
it was quite an Odyssey, but I knew things would
Pan out. And oh, by the way, here’s all his gold.
I was able to Fleece him before the museum closed.

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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:28 pm

I Broke the Spell That Held Me Long
by William Cullen Bryant 1794–1878

I broke the spell that held me long,
The dear, dear witchery of song.
I said, the poet’s idle lore
Shall waste my prime of years no more,
For Poetry, though heavenly born,
Consorts with poverty and scorn.

I broke the spell–nor deemed its power
Could fetter me another hour.
Ah, thoughtless! how could I forget
Its causes were around me yet?
For wheresoe’er I looked, the while,
Was Nature’s everlasting smile.

Still came and lingered on my sight
Of flowers and streams the bloom and light,
And glory of the stars and sun; –
And these and poetry are one.
They, ere the world had held me long,
Recalled me to the love of song.

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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:31 pm

Never Love Unless
by Thomas Campion 1567–1620

Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of man:
Men sometimes will jealous be
Though but little cause they see;
And hang the head, as discontent,
And speak what straight they will repent.

Men that but one saint adore
Make a show of love to more.
Beauty must be scorned in none,
Though but truly served in one:
For what is courtship but disguise?
True hearts may have dissembling eyes.

Men, when their affairs require,
Must awhile themselves retire;
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,
And not ever sit and talk.
If these and such-like you can bear,
Then like, and love, and never fear!




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Post  Guest on Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:48 pm

Phrases
by Arthur Rimbaud 1854–1891
translated By Wallace Fowlie

When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our two pairs of dazzled eyes—to a beach for two faithful children—to a musical house for our clear understanding—then I shall find you.
When there is only one old man on earth, lonely, peaceful, handsome, living in unsurpassed luxury, then I am at your feet.

When I have realized all your memories, —when I am the girl who can tie your hands,—then I will stifle you.

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When we are very strong, who draws back? or very happy, who collapses from ridicule? When we are very bad, what can they do to us.

Dress up, dance, laugh. I will never be able to throw Love out of the window.

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—Comrade of mine, beggar girl, monstrous child! How little you care about the wretched women, and the machinations and my embarrassment. Join us with your impossible voice, oh your voice! the one flatterer of this base despair.

* * *
A dark morning in July. The taste of ashes in the air, the smell of wood sweating in the hearth, steeped flowers, the devastation of paths, drizzle over the canals in the fields, why not already playthings and incense?

* * *
I stretched out ropes from spire to spire; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

* * *
The high pond is constantly streaming. What witch will rise up against the white sunset? What purple flowers are going to descend?

* * *
While public funds disappear in brotherly celebrations, a bell of pink are rings in the clouds.

* * *
Arousing a pleasant taste of Chinese ink, a black powder gently rains on my night, —I lower the jets of the chandelier, throw myself on the bed, and turning toward thedark, I see you, O my daughters and queens!

* * *

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Post  pinhedz on Wed Jan 25, 2012 12:40 am

blue moon wrote:
pinhedz wrote:We have just learned that Svetlana's son has set a poem by Pablo Neruda to music, and that we will be performing it with the Metropolitan Chorus in April. Shocked

EL FUTURO ES ESPACIO

EL futuro es espacio,
espacio color de tierra,
color de nube,
color de agua, de aire,
espacio negro para muchos sueños,
espacio blanco para toda la nieve,
para toda la música.

Atrás quedó el amor desesperado
que no tenía sitio para un beso,
hay lugar para todos en el bosque,
en la calle, en la casa,
hay sitio subterráneo y submarino,
qué placer es hallar por fin,
subiendo
un planeta vacío,
grandes estrellas claras como el vodka
tan transparentes y deshabitadas,
y allí llegar con el primer teléfono
para que hablen más tarde tantos hombres
de sus enfermedades.

Lo importante es apenas divisarse,
gritar desde una dura cordillera
y ver en la otra punta
los pies de una mujer recién llegada.

Adelante, salgamos
del río sofocante
en que con otros peces navegamos
desde el alba a la noche migratoria
y ahora en este espacio descubierto
volemos a la pura soledad.

...I haven't been able to find a translation.

"THE FUTURE IS SPACE"

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Post  Guest on Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:05 am

hello pinz...vera posted a translation ^

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