Welcome To the Week End World! Something to move and think with as we move into the spring light…
Have A Nice One!
Gwyllm
The Links

Groove Armada – I See You (Fatboy Slim Mix)

Visions and Beliefs in the West of Ireland

Groove Armada – SuperStylin’

Yaqui Poetics….

Art: Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale

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The Links:

Frogs rain down on Serbia

Experts may have found what’s bugging the bees

Morgue staff find life in patient

The Village That Vanished…

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Groove Armada – I See You (Fatboy Slim Mix)

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From: Visions and Beliefs in the West of Ireland (Lady Gregory)

Monsters and Sheoguey Beasts
THE Dragon that was the monster of the early world now appears only in the traditional folktales, where the hero, a new Perseus, fights for the life of the Princess who looks on ciyjng at the brink of the sea, bound to a silver chair, while the Dragon is “put in a way he will eat no more kings’ daughters.” in the stories of today he has shrunk to eel or worm, for the persons and properties of the folklore of all countries keep being trans-formed or remade in the imagination, so that once in New England on the eve of George Washington’s birthday, the decorated shop windows set me wondering whether the cherry tree itself might not be a remaking of the red-berried dragon guarded rowan of the Celtic tales, or it may be of a yet more ancient apple. I ventured to hint at this in a lecture at Philadelphia, and next day one of the audience wrote me that he had looked through all the early biographies of Washington, and either the first three or the first three editions of the earliest–I have mislaid the letter–never mention the cherry tree at all. The monstrous beasts told of today recall the visions of Maeldune on his strange dream-voyage, where he saw the beast that was like a horse and that had “legs of a hound with rough sharp nails,” and the fiery pigs that fed on golden fruit, and the cat that with one flaming leap turned a thief to a heap of ashes; for the folk-tales of the world have long roots, and there is nothing new save their reblossoming.
I have been told by a Car-driver:
I went to serve one Patterson at a place called Grace Dieu between Waterford and Tramore, and there were queer things in it There was a woman lived at the lodge the other side from the gate, and one day she was looking out and she saw a wool-pack coming riding down the road of itself.
There was a room over the stable I was put to sleep in, and no one near me. One night I felt a great weight on my feet, and there was something very weighty coming up upon my body and I heard heavy breathing. Every night after that I used to light the fire and bring up coal and make up the fire with it that it would be near as good in the morning as it was at night. And I brought a good terrier up every night to sleep with me on the bed. Well, one night the fire was lighting and the moon was shining in at the window, and the terrier leaped off the bed and he was barking and rushing and fighting and leaping, near to the ceiling and in tinder the bed. And I could see the shadow of him on the walls and on the ceiling, and I could see the shadow of another thing that was about two foot long and that had a head like a pike, and that was fighting and leaping. They stopped after a while and all was quiet. But from that night the terrier never would come to sleep in the room again.
By Others:
The worst form a monster can take is a cow or a pig. But as to a lamb, you may always be sure a lamb is honest.
A pig is the worst shape they can take. I wouldn’t like to meet anything in the shape of a pig in the night.
No, I saw nothing myself, I’m not one of those that can see such things; but I heard of a man that went with the others on rent day, and because he could pay no rent but only made excuses, the landlord didn’t ask him in to get a drink with the others. So as he was coming home by himself in the dark, there was something on the road before him, and he gave it a hit with the toe of his boot, and it let a squeal. So then he said to it, “Come in here to my house, for I’m not asked to drink with them; I’ll give drink and food to you.” So it came in, and the next morning he found by the door a barrel full of wine and another full of gold, and he never knew a day’s want after that.
Walking home one night with Jack Costello, there was some-thing before us that gave a roar, and then it rose in the air like a goose, and then it fell again. And Jackeen told me after that it had laid hold on his trousers, and he didn’t sleep all night with the fright he got.
There’s a monster in Lough Graney, but it’s only seen once in seven years.

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Groove Armada – SuperStylin’

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Yaqui Poetics….
15 Flower World Variations
o flower fawn
about to come out playing
in this flower water
out there
in the flower world
the patio of flowers
in the flower water
playing
flower fawn
about to come out playing
in this flower water
.
in wilderness I am
that only melon
flowering
& splitting
sending vines out
everywhere
you are
in wilderness
I am that only
melon flowering
& splitting
sending vines out
in the flower world
out there
under the dawn
a pale blue cloud
will be grey water
at its peak
the mist will reach
will rain down
on the flower ground
& shining
reaching bottom
where you are
in wilderness
that only melon flowering
I am
& splitting
sending vines out
everywhere
.
when the fresh night comes
o night hawk
you fly up
o night hawk
out there
in the flower world
under the dawn
the light beyond us
you fly up
o night hawk
from a branch of mesquite
you fly up
o night hawk
.
(where is the rotted stick that screeches lying?)
the screeching rotted stick is lying over there
(where is the rotted stick that screeches lying?)
the screeching rotted stick is lying over there
there in the flower world
beyond us
in the tree world
the screeching rotted stick
is lying
over there the screeching
rotted stick is lying
over there
.
ah brother
look at you
a deer with flowers
brother
shake your antlers
little brother
shake your antlers
deer with flowers
why not let your belt
your deer hoofs
shake? why not vibrate
cocoons
strapped to your ankles
brother
shake them
little brother
shake & roll
.
in one tree
one stick
who makes the sound of cracking
cracking wood?
in one tree
one stick
who makes the sound of cracking
cracking wood?
there in the flower world
the tree world
you do not have my
long grey body
in one tree
one stick
who makes the sound of cracking
cracking wood?
.
what’s this tree bent down with
flowers?
surely
it’s this flower stick
bent down
with flowers surely
what’s this tree bent down with
flowers?
surely
it’s this flower stick
bent down with
flowers surely
out there
in the flower world
the floral world
among the sagebrush
there’s a flower bush bent down with
flowers
surely it’s this flower stick
bent down with flowers
surely
.
out in the mountain there
these look like
doves
& in the flower water
three of them
are grey & bobbing
three of them are walking
grey & side by side
there in the flower world
the dawn
out in the flower water
three of them
are grey & bobbing
in the mountain there
these look like doves
out there
& in the flower water
three are grey
& bobbing
three of them are walking
grey & side by side
.
you
like a mountain squirrel
old enchanter
sounding large
& like a mountain squirrel
old enchanter
there in the flower world
the dawn
there in its light
that big place over there
that mountain canyon
sounding large
& like a mountain squirrel
old enchanter
sounding large
.
to sleep in
these flowers
to crawl there
I who am flower-world creeper
who sleep there
who crawl in these flowers
out there
in the tree world
climbing this branch
I crawl up it
to sleep in
these flowers
I who am flower-world creeper
who sleep there
.
where are you standing
in the wind
dead grasses
grey & shaking in the wind
dead grasses
where are you standing
in the wind dead grasses
grey & shaking in the wind
dead grasses
there in the wilderness
the flower world
a pale blue cloud
will be grey water
at its peak
the mist will reach
will rain down
on the flower ground
& shining
reaching bottom
where you are
where you are only
standing in the wind
dead grasses
grey & shaking in the wind
dead grasses
.
ah brother
they want us to kill
this beaver
they want us to kill
ah brother
this beaver
this beaver
ah brother
they want us to kill
with a bow & arrow
they want us to kill it
ah brother
with hair standing up
they were waiting
& ran from us
broke down their doors to get in
now they want us
to kill it
ah brother
with a bow & arrow
ah brother
they want us to kill it
.
flower
with the body of a fawn
under a cholla flower
standing there
to rub your antlers
bending
turning where you stand to rub
your antler
in the flower world
the dawn
there in its light
under a cholla flower
standing there
to rub your antlers
bending turning where you stand
to rub your antlers
flower
with the body of a fawn
under a cholla flower
standing there
to rub your antlers
bending
turning where you stand to rub
your antlers
.

Song of a Dead Man
I do not want these flowers
moving
but the flowers
want to move
I do not want these flowers
moving
but the flowers
want to move
I do not want these flowers
moving
but the flowers
want to move
out in the flower world
the dawn
over a road of flowers
I do not want these flowers
moving
but the flowers
want to move
I do not want these flowers
moving
but the flowers
the flowers
want to move
.
now the cloud
will break
the cloud will break
& now
the cloud will break
the cloud
will break
& now the cloud
will break
the cloud will break
there in the flower world
under the dawn
this pale blue cloud
will be grey water
at its peak
the mist will reach
will rain down
shining
& reaching bottom
now the cloud
will break
the cloud will break
& now
the cloud will break
the cloud
will break
The Flower World settings were derived by Jerome Rothenberg from traditional Yaqui Deer Dance songs in literal translations by Carleton Wilder, et al.