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Edinbvrgh / Caledonia
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ABOUT ME:
University grad. (in arts, anthropology, literature).
Like music (musician), arthouse films, and reading.
Independent thinker. Centre-left politically.
REQUESTS:
Intellegence. Humor. Integrity.
MUSIC:
Placebo
Starsailor
Ramones
Neil Young
Pavlov's Dog
Black Sabbath
Hawkwind
Pink Floyd
(plus many, many, many, many, many more!)
FILMS:
Flashback
Amistad
Excalibur
Walkabout
Easy Rider
Withnail & I
Venus Peter
I Went Down
Nothing Personal
The Great Silence
The Great Escape
The Thin Red Line
World Trade Center
Rouge
Esprit d'amour
A Chinese Ghost Story
Once Upon A Time In The West
The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy
The Polar Express
Once Were Warriors
Nanook Of The North
When We Were Kings
The Passion Of The Christ
THE MOTORCYCLE DIARIES
TV:
QI
Tribe
Red Dwarf
Mock The Week
Have I Got News For You
BOOKS:
The Hiding Place - Corrie ten Boom
The Fratricides - Nikos Kazantzakis
Greenvoe - George Mackay Brown
Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
The Dancers At The End Of Time [et al] - Michael Moorcock
The Red Branch
THE HOLY BIBLE
A MISCELLANY OF QUOTATIONS, SCRIPT, & VERSE:
"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."
"If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning."
"There will be two kinds of people in the end: Those that will say to God 'Thy will be done' and those to whom God will say 'Thy will be done.'" (C.S. Lewis)
"The Scythian people are born with white hair due to the continuous snow; and the colour of that same hair gives a name to the people, and hence they are called Albani: from them the Scots and Picts trace their origin. In their eyes, there is a bright, that is coloured, pupil, to such an extent that they can see better at night than by day. " (The Pictish Chronicle)
"As the Romans went back home, there eagerly emerged from the coracles that had carried them across the sea-valleys the foul hordes of Scots and Picts, like dark throngs of worms who wriggle out of narrow fisssures in the rock when the sun is high and the weather grows warm. They were to some extent different in their customs, but they were in perfect accord in their greed for bloodshed: and they were readier to cover their villainous faces with hair than their private parts and neighbouring regions with clothes." (Gildas - De Excidio et Conquestu Britanniae (On the Ruin and Conquest of Britain)).
"I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different from anyone
It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you.
...
I'm a poet, and I know it.
Hope I don't blow it." (Zimmermann - I Shall Be Free No.10)
Who killed Davey Moore?
bobdylan.com/songs/daveymoore.html
"Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror"
(Leonard Cohen - Suzanne)
"Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away"
(Neil Young - Like a Hurricane)
The Irish Rover:
http://www.shanemacgowan.com/
lyrics/irishrover.shtml
Makes me think of a more kindly looking Lenin figure ...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janusz_Korczak
'Hang the Kaiser?'
www.greatwardifferent.com/Great_War/
Kaiser_in_London/Kaiser_Hang_01.htm
Corrie ten Boom / The Hiding Place
soon.org.uk/true_stories/holocaust.htm
"In God we trust"?
"No one can serve two masters ... You cannot serve both God and Money" (Mathew 6: 24):
arstechnica.com/news.ars/post/20051220-5809.html
'A friend used to tell the story of being lost in rural Ireland on holiday. Stopping a local farmer, he asked the way to Dublin. The farmer replied, "Well now, if I were trying to get to Dublin, I wouldn't start from here." '
(excerpt from an Amazon book review)
WHEN Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year,
And her young, artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a color’d sphere
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline, all its sea and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peep’d
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap’d,
And laugh’d and prattled in her worldwide bliss;
But when we turn’d her sweet unlearned eye
On our own isle, she rais’d a joyous cry,
“Oh! yes, I see it, Letty’s home is there!”
And, while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair!
(Charles Tennyson Turner: Letty’s Globe)
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
(W.B. Yeats: c/f The Stolen Child)
O Merlin in your crystal cave
Deep in the diamond of the day,
Will there ever be a singer
Whose music will smooth away
The furrow drawn by Adam's finger
Across the memory and the wave?
Or a runner who'll outrun
Man's long shadow driving on,
Break through the gate of memory
And hang the apple on the tree?
Will your magic ever show
The sleeping bride shut in her bower,
The day wreathed in its mound of snow
and Time locked in his tower?
(Edwin Muir: Merlin)
One foot in Eden still, I stand
And look across the other land.
The world's great day is growing late,
Yet strange these fields that we have planted
So long with crops of love and hate.
Time's handiworks by time are haunted,
And nothing now can separate
The corn and tares compactly grown.
The armorial weed in stillness bound
About the stalk; these are our own.
Evil and good stand thick around
In the fields of charity and sin
Where we shall lead our harvest in.
Yet still from Eden springs the root
As clean as on the starting day.
Time takes the foliage and the fruit
And burns the archetypal leaf
To shapes of terror and of grief
Scattered along the winter way.
But famished field and blackened tree
Bear flowers in Eden never known.
Blossoms of grief and charity
Bloom in these darkened fields alone.
What had Eden ever to say
Of hope and faith and pity and love
Until was buried all its day
And memory found its treasure trove?
Strange blessings never in Paradise
Fall from these beclouded skies.
(Edwin Muir: One Foot In Eden)
"The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?" (Macbeth - Act 5, Scene 1, line 42)
"She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing." (Macbeth - Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-27)
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
(W.B. Yeats: c/f The Second Coming)
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.
But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and earth together --
So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.
Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank --
A horror beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God God.
The agony
Grew.
Crow
Grinned
Crying: "This is my Creation,"
Flying the black flag of himself.
(Ted Hughes: Crow Blacker Than Ever)
"This is the meaning of the parable [of the sower]: The seed is the word of God. Those along the path are the ones who hear, and then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved. Those on the rock are the ones who receive the word with joy when they hear it, but they have no root. They believe for a while, but in the time of testing they fall away. The seed that fell among thorns stands for those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by life's worries, riches and pleasures, and they do not mature. But the seed on good soil stands for those with a noble and good heart, who hear the word, retain it, and by persevering produce a crop."
(Luke 8: 11-15)
"The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!" (Matthew 6:22-23)
http://www.biblegateway.com/
If you got this far (!) - here's a couple of youtube videos (from a few 000 that I can think of) to finish off:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHZVOFe6e2w
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6kblDTDk-U
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytW8Su59gI0
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