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Poetry contribution

Posted in ART, ART PORTFOLIO MY PERSONAL ART, POETRY with tags , , , on July 2, 2010 by echostains

'Aqua Sulis' (mixed media) by Lynda M Roberts

Here’s my poetry contribution for the ‘Freeflowing poetry challenge’.  It’s over on my other blog ‘Bookstains’.  I hope you enjoy it and join in!  An excellent idea of from the Artroadshow!

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This Summers day

Posted in POETRY with tags , , on June 29, 2010 by echostains

Willliam Shakespeare

Glorious weather! and I’m off out in it! (because summers lease has all too short a date…) Beautiful poem by the master, Shakespeare just about sums today up;-

Shall I compare thee to a summers day

Sonnet 18

William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day

Sonnet 18

William Shakespear

Update: All planned and went ahead, lovely time out and a lovely meal – and then the rains came down! Yet again! It’s beginning to look suspicious now… Every time we both have time off….. like NOW (not yesterday which was the hottest day of the year) it rains! It can be cracking the flagstones but whenever we are both off it rains. I wish there was a way that we could place BETS on this because by now we would be very rich indeed!

Poem is from here and image from here

Health Fanatic (in spirit)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on June 26, 2010 by echostains

I’m toying with the idea of getting healthier.  Notice, I say ‘toying’ with the ‘idea.  Too much time sat at the computer I think.   Well I am going to have a bit of a shake up soon (1st July to be exact).  On that day I shall have kept to my resolution to blog every day and I will have completed one full years worth!   In the future, I won’t feel guilty if I take a day off from blogging, but I won’t be leaving my blog for days upon end.  Sometimes I will concentrate on Bookstains (which has been rather neglected recently) But I promise I will continue to put more art on here.  I have plans for ‘echostains’ future…….:)

In the meanwhile, here’s my favorite ‘punk’ poet –  John Cooper Clarke to remind me what I am missing out on:)  But for those who prefer to read the poetry or who have difficullty understanding the accent …..

Health Fanatic by John Cooper Clarke

Around the block – against the clock
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Running out of breath – running out of socks
Rubber on the road… flippety flop
Non-skid agility… chop chop
No time to hang about
Work out health fanatic… work out!

The crack of dawn he’s lifting weights
His tell-tale heart reverberates
He’s high in polyunsaturates…
Low in polysaturates…
The Duke of Edinburgh’s award awaits
It’s a man’s life
He’s a health fanatic… so was his wife

A one-man war against decay
Enjoys himself the hard way
Allows himself a mars a day
How old am I – what do I weigh
Punch me there… does it hurt… no way
Running on the spot don’t get too hot
He’s a health fanatic, that’s why not

Running through the traffic jam – taking in the lead
Hyperactivity keeps him out of bed
Deep down he’d like to kick it in the head
They’ll regret it when they’re dead
There’s more to life than fun
He’s a health fanatic – he’s got to run

Beans greens and tangerines
And low cholestrol margarines
His limbs are loose, his teeth are clean
He’s a high-octane fresh-air fiend
You’ve got to admit he’s keen
What can you do but be impressed
He’s a health fanatic… give it a rest

Shadow boxing – punch the wall
One-a-side football… what’s the score… one-all
Could have been a copper… too small
Could have been a jockey… too tall
Knees up, knees up… head the ball
Nervous energy makes him tick
He’s a health fanatic… he makes you sick

  

Around the block – against the clock
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Running out of breath – running out of socks
Rubber on the road… flippety flop
Non-skid agility… chop chop
No time to hang about
Work out health fanatic… work out!

The crack of dawn he’s lifting weights
His tell-tale heart reverberates
He’s high in polyunsaturates…
Low in polysaturates…
The Duke of Edinburgh’s award awaits
It’s a man’s life
He’s a health fanatic… so was his wife

A one-man war against decay
Enjoys himself the hard way
Allows himself a mars a day
How old am I – what do I weigh
Punch me there… does it hurt… no way
Running on the spot don’t get too hot
He’s a health fanatic, that’s why not

Running through the traffic jam – taking in the lead
Hyperactivity keeps him out of bed
Deep down he’d like to kick it in the head
They’ll regret it when they’re dead
There’s more to life than fun
He’s a health fanatic – he’s got to run

Beans greens and tangerines
And low cholestrol margarines
His limbs are loose, his teeth are clean
He’s a high-octane fresh-air fiend
You’ve got to admit he’s keen
What can you do but be impressed
He’s a health fanatic… give it a rest

Shadow boxing – punch the wall
One-a-side football… what’s the score… one-all
Could have been a copper… too small
Could have been a jockey… too tall
Knees up, knees up… head the ball
Nervous energy makes him tick
He’s a health fanatic… he makes you sick

 

 

video by jbearden

John Cooper Clarke’s website Here  (Health Fanatic poem and many more)

Welcome the Solstice!

Posted in ART, TEAPOTS - A HOMAGE TO UNUSUAL TEAPOTS with tags , , on June 21, 2010 by echostains

Stonehenge Summer Solstice

It’s the Summer Solstice today – Midsummers day, the longest day of the year.  The word solstice comes from the Latin sol sistere, which means ‘sun stand still’ which it does when the sun reaches its furthermost point away from the equator.    It should be a day filled with light, celebrations and joy as the ancients celebrated it, and pagans will light bonfires at night in homage to the sun.  I couldn’t let this pass without a piece of appropriate poetry, so here’s  ‘There is a zone whose even years’ by Emily Dickinson;-

There is a Zone whose even Years

No Solstice interrupt

Whose sun constructs perpetual noon

Whose perfect Seasons wait –

Whose Summer set in Summer, till

The Centuries of June

And Centuries of August cease

And Consciousness — is Noon

Emily Dickinson

Poem from here
Image from here

Here’s 36,500 people greeting the sun last year at Stonehenge.  It seems as soon as we get near those enigmatic stones our ancient collective nature takes over:)  Unfortunately the sun couldn’t quite get through the cloud, but it didn’t stop people enjoying themselves.  Lets hope the sun gets to star in todays Summer Solstice!

video by nachojase

WB Yeats Sailing to Byzantium (I wish I was)

Posted in ART, POETRY with tags , , on June 16, 2010 by echostains

Everyone who reads this blog is aware of my latest ‘crush’ is on the poetry of Irish poet William Butler Yeats.  This is the latest poem I like of his.  There is some beautiful imagery in this poem, including the lines the salmon falls  – the mackeral crowded seas       and an aged man is but a paltry thing a tattered coat upon a stick…..  I don’t know what a perne in a gyre is but it sounds fabulous!  The voice is very magical and belongs to the poet.

Youtube video by SpokenVerse

Yeats remembers forgotten Beauty

Posted in ART, POETRY with tags , , on June 10, 2010 by echostains

 

Jack Butler Yeats Queen Maeve Walked Upon this strand

I’m really getting the poems of  Irish poet William Butler Yeats.   This is my latest favorite, along side a painting by his equally talented brother Jack Butler Yeats.  There is such wondrous imagery in Yeats poems –  ‘the jewelled crowns that kings have hurled in shadowy pool…..  ‘cloth’ and ‘murderous moth’:) a delight! 

He remembers Forgotten Beauty

 

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

 

    HEN my arms wrap you round I press
    My heart upon the loveliness
    That has long faded from the world;
    The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
    In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
    The love-tales wrought with silken thread
    By dreaming ladies upon cloth
    That has made fat the murderous moth;
    The roses that of old time were
    Woven by ladies in their hair,
    The dew-cold lilies ladies bore
    Through many a sacred corridor
    Where such grey clouds of incense rose
    That only God’s eyes did not close:
    For that pale breast and lingering hand
    Come from a more dream-heavy land,
    A more dream-heavy hour than this;
    And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
    I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
    For hours when all must fade like dew,
    But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
    Throne over throne where in half sleep,
    Their swords upon their iron knees,
    Brood her high lonely mysteries.

Poem from here

Painting from here

John Cooper Clarke – aint got time to make no apology

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , on June 3, 2010 by echostains

I love this urban poet .  This man is so damn witty,  some of the words he rhymes are indescribable and perhaps I’ve chosen the wrong poem to illustrate this – but take your pick of his poems on YouTube there are lots of them.  There are lots more of his poems better than this one but I’ve been advised that I may offend by putting them on.  Surprised that I listened? ….me too AND regretting it already:)