Friday, February 5, 2016

Musical Quotes 2


"Pay no attention to what the critics say...
Remember, a statue has never been set up in honor of a critic!"

Jean Sibelius

Thanks to Heath Robinson 1872 to 1944

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Musical Quotes 1




"There are and there will be thousands of princes. There is only one Beethoven."

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Monday, February 1, 2016

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon


Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you're a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same--and War's a bloody game...
Have you forgotten yet?...
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget.

Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz--
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench--
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, 'Is it all going to happen again?'

Do you remember that hour of din before the attack--
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads--those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

Have you forgotten yet?...
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you'll never forget.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal



 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.


By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
 

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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Some Folks will Swallow all sorts of Shit


Suicide isn't painless.



White, middle-age male suicide has hit 40% in the last 10 years. Why?

Middle aged Americans are turning to suicide in alarming numbers. The reasons include easily accessible prescription painkillers, the mortgage crisis, and most importantly the challenge of America's troubled economy. The Centre for Disease Control suggest suicide rates due to automobile deaths is in the increase among this age group.

Whilst in the UK, new figures show that men in their forties and fifties are twice as likely to kill themselves as the rest of the population.

That more men take their own lives than women is not new. But in 1981 the men’s total was only about double, or just under, the women’s. Now it’s nearly four times as many.

Is this due to the austerity measures the UK government have rigidly adhered to or is there something else to it?

The fact that middle-aged men do not feel they have a life anymore due to a number of reasons but chief among them is their workload could be another factor.

Since 1973 wages have pretty much flat-lined. This has meant both couples have to work. It has also increased the pressure on families.

Whatever the reason this is shocking news and has to some degree be attributed to the way we all have to work these days. Slaves to the wage working in a servile state whilst the few get the money whilst the others commit suicide.