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Ella Young

__________Just a quick note… I have been assembling this for a couple of days, and have had remarkable ill luck finding images etc., so I have had to wing it a bit, and bring in one of my favourite Victorians: Albert Joseph Moore. I hope you like his work.This edition revolves around Ella Young, friend of Maude Gonne, and William Butler Yeats, and later Ansel Adams and others of his colony. Ella was a true radical, Anglo-Irish who sided with…

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The River

“Evening at the River” by Christoph Gerber (2002 and 2004) “It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.” -Arthur MachenNo truer words… I have a life that can like many, be measured out by ones many failures, and on occasion, some success. I have never met a deadline that I haven’t had to race against and then some. Yet, these failures seem to push the art along.…

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Petôfi Sándor

I have been working on this for a few days, I was happy to discover the poetry of Petôfi Sándor, a poet of national standing in Hungary. I stumbled on him and saw some of his work… fascinating how a poet/person can have such an effect on their people/country. One poem, and the world changed for an empire. Well worth checking out…It has been incredibly beautiful up here as of late. Heavy rains earlier this week, and now just sheer…

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In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing…

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Rememberance Day…

November 11 – Armistice DayClick on the pic… I had scads to write about it, about the differences I have seen it honoured in the US, and in Europe and it seems profoundly different. Instead of belabouring that point I had a good memory that ties into the day. When we lived in London there were the Chelsea Pensioners, at that time the majority were from WW1… they would sit along The Kings Road, and talk with people, sunning themselves…

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A Wind Of Change…

J.W. Turner -The Angel Standing in the Sun Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -NovalisLife is swept up in a bit of change, is it not? The winds have tacked to a different direction, and it looks like a bit of sun is there, coming up on the horizon. Maybe the flow of the tide has altered, I would like to think so. I have been out on the streets, and there are lots of smiles going on. Yes,…

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The Future Is Now!

Tintern Abbey – Samuel ColmanMaybe I am just high on all of the recent events and what, but I have a sense of elation, and hope and that old fear running through the neural passages all at once. (or is he off his meds? 80} ) I feel like I am on the edge of something new in time…. There is so much beauty yet to uncover, and for the young ones coming up, a bright, bright beautiful psychedelic future,…

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