... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, May 25, 2014
downloaded from their website and then edited and laid out using word 2010 ... my method of studying without dialogue ... but some kind of dialogue is always best, if and when you can get it
and then, less than an hour after i had finished, by serendipitous co-incidence, i discovered that michael rosen had just made this programme about walter benjamin for BBCradio4 ...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b044b3lj
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Rosen
and led me to this archive in berlin ...
http://www.adk.de/de/archiv/archivbestand/literatur/kuenstler/informationen_walter_benjamin_archiv.htm
and the treasure hunt leads me on to this ...
and this ...
and this ...
http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.co.uk/2011/05/walter-benjamin-theory-of-distraction.html
and from one fascinating labyrinth to another ...
http://walter-benjamin-bluemchen.tumblr.com/
oh ! and here's michael rosen on desert island discs ...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/player/p0093v8p
Monday, May 19, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
sir robert clayton and his wife, martha, and their son Robert, who had died long before them in his infancy, some say on the very first day of his life
The Clayton Memorial, in the church at Bletchingly, was put up by Sir Robert Clayton very late in his own lifetime, in 1705, in honour of his wife.
Sir Robert was Lord Mayor of London, Member of Parliament for Blechingley, and a benefactor of St Thomas's Hospital and Christ's Hospital. He lived at Pendell. It is by Richard Crutcher and is considered one of the best examples of the work of that period. The fine wrought-iron railings are contemporary and were painted blue and gold.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Clayton
http://www.historyofparliamentonline.org/volume/1660-1690/member/clayton-sir-robert-1629-1707
I've photographed the memorial before, but had another chance today when forced to take a "tacho break".
Sunday, May 11, 2014
i'm listening to a long rarther posh song about food whilst not listening to the archers
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_No._4_(Mahler)
Das himmlische Leben
(aus Des Knaben Wunderhorn)
Wir genießen
die himmlischen Freuden,
D'rum tun wir das Irdische meiden. Kein weltlich' Getümmel Hört man nicht im Himmel! Lebt alles in sanftester Ruh'. Wir führen ein englisches Leben, Sind dennoch ganz lustig daneben; Wir tanzen und springen, Wir hüpfen und singen, Sankt Peter im Himmel sieht zu. Johannes das Lämmlein auslasset, Der Metzger Herodes d'rauf passet. Wir führen ein geduldig's, Unschuldig's, geduldig's, Ein liebliches Lämmlein zu Tod. Sankt Lucas den Ochsen tät schlachten Ohn' einig's Bedenken und Achten. Der Wein kost' kein Heller Im himmlischen Keller; Die Englein, die backen das Brot. Gut' Kräuter von allerhand Arten, Die wachsen im himmlischen Garten, Gut' Spargel, Fisolen Und was wir nur wollen. Ganze Schüsseln voll sind uns bereit! Gut' Äpfel, gut' Birn' und gut' Trauben; Die Gärtner, die alles erlauben. Willst Rehbock, willst Hasen, Auf offener Straßen Sie laufen herbei! Sollt' ein Fasttag etwa kommen, Alle Fische gleich mit Freuden angeschwommen! Dort läuft schon Sankt Peter Mit Netz und mit Köder Zum himmlischen Weiher hinein.[note 1] Sankt Martha die Köchin muß sein. Kein' Musik ist ja nicht auf Erden, Die unsrer verglichen kann werden. Elftausend Jungfrauen Zu tanzen sich trauen. Sankt Ursula selbst dazu lacht. Kein' Musik ist ja nicht auf Erden, Die unsrer verglichen kann werden. Cäcilia mit ihren Verwandten Sind treffliche Hofmusikanten! Die englischen Stimmen Ermuntern die Sinnen, Daß alles für Freuden erwacht. |
The Heavenly Life
We enjoy heavenly pleasures
and therefore avoid earthly ones. No worldly tumult is to be heard in heaven. All live in greatest peace. We lead angelic lives, yet have a merry time of it besides. We dance and we spring, We skip and we sing. Saint Peter in heaven looks on. John lets the lambkin out, and Herod the Butcher lies in wait for it. We lead a patient, an innocent, patient, dear little lamb to its death. Saint Luke slaughters the ox without any thought or concern. Wine doesn't cost a penny in the heavenly cellars; The angels bake the bread. Good greens of every sort grow in the heavenly vegetable patch, good asparagus, string beans, and whatever we want. Whole dishfuls are set for us! Good apples, good pears and good grapes, and gardeners who allow everything! If you want roebuck or hare, on the public streets they come running right up. Should a fast day come along, all the fishes at once come swimming with joy. There goes Saint Peter running with his net and his bait to the heavenly pond. Saint Martha must be the cook. There is just no music on earth that can compare to ours. Even the eleven thousand virgins venture to dance, and Saint Ursula herself has to laugh. There is just no music on earth that can compare to ours. Cecilia and all her relations make excellent court musicians. The angelic voices gladden our senses, so that all awaken for joy. |
Monday, May 5, 2014
on yesterday's "something understood" i heard fiona shaw reading from virginia woolf's three guineas ... should you want to read the whole damned thing, then you can download the book free from the internet and use kindle's software to read it in a comfortably large format if your eyeballs have as short an attention span as mine
Sunday, May 4, 2014
by the roadside at rectory farm in lower benefield ... 'twas obviously marie-antoinette's secret summer hideaway, ennit ? ... the curved wall is shelved so that the milk churns could be left there for collection
an ickle bit of poetry springs to mind ...
http://downloads.bbc.co.uk/rmhttp/schools/teachers/offbyheart/the_kings_breakfast_milne.pdf
Thursday, May 1, 2014
May Day
By the pond which heads two valleys at Turners Hill … the
first swallow.
By a quarry near Betchworth, momentarily quiet at lunchtime,
only the sounds of falling rain and a skylark.
Just about everywhere … the scents of cow parsley, hawthorn,
and freshly mown grass.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
3BT
Emerging victorious from a winding race against imagined rivals, my truck flies up through the damp and
shivery bluebelled woods on the western side of Ashdown Forest to encounter a cheering throng of about
a zillion fluffy dandelion seed heads dewily bejewelled and backlit by the
rising sun.
At breakfast time, four hours in to my working day, Barb the wise coffee woman at Waitrose in
Crowborough is sliding my best coffee in town across the counter before I can open
my mouth to order it.
Much later, as I wash the dishes after supper, a huge thundery cloud edged
with silver darkens the western horizon where we look out across the Thames
Valley from Putney Heath towards Kew and Northolt and the very distant Chalfonts. By a trick of light and perspective, a
solitary late sunbeam finds a gap and slopes up from left to right, and for a few minutes a succession
of gleaming jets flying out of Heathrow seem to climb that beam as if it were a
Freeway to Heaven.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
supper at emmaus ... veronese's version is just a little bit like hello magazine for the late 1550's, i'm assuming most of the figures are the unknown patron's family
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
I apologize ...
if you have received an inappropriate e-mail from me ... i appear to have been hacked ... i'll lay low for a few days and change my password, etc etc
20 years ago, or more ! sandi blake ran up three plain canvas panels to cover the lower part of a bay window in a basement flat in hove ... and asked me to decorate them ... NOW !!!, she said ... expediency led me to steal, shamelessly, from other people's ideas ... so, apologies to matisse and duncan grant are long overdue ... and then she moved out, so i took 'em back !
Saturday, April 12, 2014
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