The world is now far too dangerous for anything less than Utopia.Buckminster Fuller
We are Beta Testing from our new European location.
Pretty excited about it here, and hope you will give it a listen!
Here are the addresses to connect with the station. You have to paste them into winamp, itunes or what ever player you use.
High End 128k: (DSL- Cable)
http://87.194.36.124:8000/radio
Low End 56k: (Dial Up)
http://87.194.36.124:8001/radio-low
Please give it a go, and remember it is still in test mode. More Coming.
Off to work soon, finishing up a project around the corner. Hot here in Portland, but the leaves are starting to turn.
One Love,
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On the Menu
The Links
The Quotes
Peter Eglington: Visionary Artist of Byron Bay
Zen Tales…Stingy in Teaching
Poetry: Nick Drake
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The Links:
Hook It Up To Wifi and you can listen to Earthrites Radio!
Seniors thought pot plant was ‘attractive weed’
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The Quotes:
“There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”
“An expert is a person who avoids small error as he sweeps on to the grand fallacy.”
“Oh, come on. If you can’t laugh at the walking dead, who can you laugh at?”
“Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses.”
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Peter Eglington: Visionary Artist of Byron Bay
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Stingy in Teaching
A young physician in Tokyo named Kusuda met a college friend who had been studying Zen. The young doctor asked him what Zen was.
“I cannot tell you what it is,” the friend replied, “but one thing is certain. If you understand Zen, you will not be afraid to die.”
“That’s fine,” said Kusuda. “I will try it. Where can I find a teacher?”
“Go to the master Nan-in,” the friend told him.
So Kusuda went to call on Nan-in. He carried a dagger nine and a half inches long to determine whether or not the teacher was afraid to die.
When Nan-in saw Kusuda he exclaimed: “Hello, friend. How are you? We haven’t seen each other for a long time!”
This perplexed Kusuda, who replied: “We have never met before.”
“That’s right,” answered Nan-in. “I mistook you for another physician who is receiving instruction here.”
With such a begining, Kusuda lost his chance to test the master, so reluctantly he asked if he might receive instruction.
Nan-in said: “Zen is not a difficult task. If you are a physician, treat your patients with kindness. That is Zen.”
Kusuda visited Nan-in three times. Each time Nan-in told him the samething. “A physician should not waste time around here. Go home and take care of your patients.”
It was not clear to Kusuda how such teaching could remove the fear of death. So on the forth visit he complained: “My friend told me that when one learns Zen one loses his fear of death. Each time I come here you tell me to take care of my patients. I know that much. If that is your so-called Zen, I am not going to visit you anymore.”
Nan-in smiled and patted the doctor. “I have been too strict with you. Let me give you a koan.” He presented Kusuda with Joshu’s Mu to workover, which is the first mind-enlightening problem in the book called ‘The Gateless Gate’.
Kusuda pondered this problem of Mu (No-Thing) for two years. At length he thought he had reached certainty of mind. But his teacher commented: “You are not in yet.”
Kusuda continued in concentration for another yet and a half. His mind became placid. Problems dissolved. No-Thing became the truth. He served his patients well and, without even knowing it, he was free from concern of life and death.
Then he visited Nan-in, his old teacher just smiled.
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Nick Drake Lyrics~Poetry
I have listened to Nick Drakes works for over 30 years. I still come back to them, and find something new. Like a deep well, his depths are mysterious and haunting. If you have his music. you already know what I am on about. We will be playing him on Radio Free EarthRites, but you might want his albums….
Time Of No Reply
Summer was gone and the heat died down
And Autumn reached for her golden crown
I looked behind as I heard a sigh
But this was the time of no reply.
The sun went down and the crowd went home
I was left by the roadside all alone
I turned to speak as they went by
But this was the time of no reply.
The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There is no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way.
The trees on the hill had nothing to say
They would keep their dreams till another day
So they stood and thought and wondered why
For this was the time of no reply.
Time goes by from year to year
And no one asks why I am standing here
But I have my answer as I look to the sky
This is the time of no reply.
The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There`s no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way.
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Northern Sky
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky.
It’s been a long time that I’m waiting
Been a long time that I’m blown
been a long time that I’ve wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind’s eye.
Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me ’til I’m dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky.
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When The Day Is Done
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you began
When the day is done.
When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life’s not made of gold
When the night is cold.
When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.
When the game’s been fought
Newspapers blow across the court
Lost matches sooner than you would have thought
Now the game’s been fought.
When the part is through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn’t do the things you meant to do
Now there’s no time to start anew
Now the part is through.
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
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Three Hours
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave.
Three hours from London
Jacomo’s free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he’s home
In search of a story
That’s never been known.
Three hours from speaking
Everyone’s flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own
Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall.
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave.
Nicholas Rodney Drake (June 19, 1948 November 25, 1974) was an English singer/songwriter known for his gentle, autumnal songs, his innovative guitar tunings and his virtuoso right-hand fingerpicking guitar technique. Between 1969 and 1972, he recorded three haunting albums, which though they failed to find a wide audience during his lifetime, have steadily grown in stature since, to the extent that he is now widely considered to be one of the most influential acoustic songwriters of the last 40 years.
Drake battled with depression, insomnia and acute shyness through out his life, and the topics would often appear as the subject of his lyrics. He was increasingly frustrated by the lack of recognition given to his music, and upon completion of his third album, 1972′s Pink Moon, he drew back from both live performance and recording, retreating to his parent’s home in Tanworth-in-Arden, where he became increasingly introverted and distant from those close to him. On November 25, 1974, Nick Drake died from an overdose of antidepressants, at the age of 26.
In the years since his death, Drake’s profile and popularity has grown, initially through word of mouth, latterly exponentially. His posthumous popularity has led many fans consider the lyrics to Fruit Tree, a song from Five Leaves Left, to be prophetic:
Fame is but a fruit tree / So very unsound.
It can never flourish / Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame / Can never find a way
Till time has flown / Far from their dying day.