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Old 30-06-2013, 11:49
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Glastonbury Tor

Here the air
Of magic blends,
Visit where
The stair ascends.

Up the hill
That’s green and clear
Climb until
The summit’s near.

When at last
The top is reached
See a past
The wise beseeched.

View the lands
Where spirits dwell,
Once their hands
Tolled England’s bell.

Gaze some more
And all make merry
On the Tor
Of Glastonbury.


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Old 30-06-2013, 19:10
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The nearest I've been Musty, is watching The Rolling Stones on TV.

Hello John, Frank and Scottie.

I wonder where Sandy's gone.
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Old 30-06-2013, 19:41
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The nearest I've been Musty, is watching The Rolling Stones on TV.

Hello John, Frank and Scottie.

I wonder where Sandy's gone.
I was there (Glastonbury Tor) at 23:45 on 6/7/89 along with a fair number of other people celebrating the date and time, for no other reason than it was sequential iirc. It was raining.
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Old 30-06-2013, 21:14
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I was there (Glastonbury Tor) at 23:45 on 6/7/89 along with a fair number of other people celebrating the date and time, for no other reason than it was sequential iirc. It was raining.
Fantastic! I can see why you remembered it. Of course it rained.
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Old 30-06-2013, 22:29
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The sun should explode
Or the earth implode
Dark skies should reign evermore
Though they need not pour

For oceans will be supplied
From these very eyes.

Yet the birds still tweet,
And nothing else misses a beat.

Laughter and love,
They still abound above.
But from this room,
no ability for it to bloom.

For when first seen as only fair,
I did become so very bare.

Though this caused fright,
And an attempt to end the plight,
Before lasting ties were bound.

Alas no escape to be made,
Relisation dawned far too late.
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Old 01-07-2013, 10:47
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Dark skies should reign evermore
Though they need not pour
I got some great images from this piece Daznov I visited the Tate Gallery recently and I'm always staggered by John Martin's work. He was a Victorian artist who specialised in vast Biblical panoramas. The Great Day Of His Wrath is my favourite John Martin picture. Your poem has the same apocalyptic feel, particularly the beginning of it - I love a bit of Armageddon

The nearest I've been Musty, is watching The Rolling Stones on TV
'Glastonbury's night of the living dead!' was the Daily Mail's headline for the Stones A bit harsh but they do look a little rough these days I climbed Glastonbury Tor with a friend once Biz and the views from the top are spectacular I've never been to the festival and I wouldn't now. A lot of it's been hijacked by 'designer hippies' who think it's cool to be there and £200 a ticket is probably peanuts to them I don't understand the significance of the date when John was there
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Old 01-07-2013, 11:55
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I got some great images from this piece Daznov ......... I love a bit of Armageddon
It sounded like a youthful, regretful(very) afterthought.

'Glastonbury's night of the living dead!' was the Daily Mail's headline for the Stones A bit harsh but they do look a little rough these days
The Rolling Stones always looked rough to me. However, their music was outstanding I thought - I would have liked to see the whole set.

Thank you for the information about the rhubarb - it had me puzzled.

I don't understand the significance of the date when John was there
Get ready to blush:- 23456789=sequential.
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Old 01-07-2013, 12:46
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The nearest I've been Musty, is watching The Rolling Stones on TV.

Hello John, Frank and Scottie.

I wonder where Sandy's gone.
Hello, I'm here Biz .
I watched The Rolling Stones on the telly also, an interesting performance.
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Old 01-07-2013, 12:48
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Glastonbury Tor

Here the air
Of magic blends,
Visit where
The stair ascends.

Up the hill
That’s green and clear
Climb until
The summit’s near.

When at last
The top is reached
See a past
The wise beseeched.

View the lands
Where spirits dwell,
Once their hands
Tolled England’s bell.

Gaze some more
And all make merry
On the Tor
Of Glastonbury.


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I like your little tribute to Glastonbury, Musty.
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Old 01-07-2013, 14:48
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However, their music was outstanding I thought - I would have liked to see the whole set.
I'm a massive Stones fan Biz, but I wouldn't go to see them now. They also haven't made a decent album since the mid-eighties in my opinion. That said, they are true legends and they'll always put on a great show Thanks for the solution to the Glastonbury date

I like your little tribute to Glastonbury, Musty.
Ta Sandy I'll have to dig out my tribute poem to Gimmie Shelter, a favourite Stones song of mine
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Old 01-07-2013, 15:22
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Gimme Shelter, 1969

When Brian Jones departed us
A free show at Hyde Park
Was given for the people and
A Stone out in the dark.

Within this time of turbulence
There rose a wounded theme
To illustrate the conflicts
Which denied the Sixties dream.

Guitars caress as soft as silk
Yet throb with deep unrest,
Confirming in a studio
The Stones were at their best.

Those subtle licks were almost like
Pale eastern village lamps
As images of Vietnam
Came bleeding through the amps.

Before even a word was sung
So real the band evoked
The roar of bombs and rifles and
The aftermath that smoked.

A song predicting coming war
And peace dead in its swelter,
We reached the moon but on the Earth
Some pleaded gimme shelter.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sM8ix0siRVQ
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Old 02-07-2013, 10:59
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A very sad poem Musty. Unlike you never having been a Stones fan, I hadn't heard this one, and I couldn't watch it right through. I try to hide my head in the sand these days and avoid conflicts - it's just too depressing.
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Old 02-07-2013, 12:59
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Gimme Shelter, 1969
I really like this poem, it's really interesting to read it as a primary experience because I can only see the song in hindsight. The poem is really engaging and I almost feel like I'm experiencing that transition between the sixties and seventies.
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Old 02-07-2013, 15:45
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Dream of a Bottom

"Did you ever see my esteemed Bottom Howard?
"Far more than I honestly ever cared to Sir."
Sir W, legendary thesp turned from his mirror
with a look of thunder. "And you are the most
impudent dresser and I should have rid myself
of you years ago." His hard face soon softened
as it ever did to this old servant and confidante.
"It was a Bottom to behold and no mistake" (Sir
W. laughs). A great ass's head that my company's
darling designer did, plenty of eye space so that
acting of the enthrallment and my famous twinkle
could be seen in the gods by my public bless'em,
whose few scheckels count as much to me as you
well know, as the great and the good out front."

I've seen that twinkle too much in dressing rooms
mused Howard, just put it away you effin' show-off.
"No not you Sir, not one to play to the crowds, or
to ham it up and I know it's widely said in the biz
the biggest ass and Bottom. Always a dream but
hardly ever a pain." (Howard whistles gently, trips
forward to the chair throws a cloak over those broad
shoulders for the umpteemth time, says to his boss:
"Break a leg, won't you Sir?" (meaning it).
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Old 02-07-2013, 16:02
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Unlike you never having been a Stones fan, I hadn't heard this one, and I couldn't watch it right through.
The track has one of the best guitar intros ever in my opinion Biz

I really like this poem, it's really interesting to read it as a primary experience because I can only see the song in hindsight.
Thanks Daznov The lyric for Gimme Shelter originated from Keith Richard observing people with umbrellas in a rainstorm. Only later did it evolve into an anti-war song.

"Did you ever see my esteemed Bottom Howard?
"Far more than I honestly ever cared to Sir."
A clever look at touchiness in the acting profession Frank I wonder why Shakespeare chose the name Bottom?
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Old 03-07-2013, 14:47
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I Stepped Into The Haywain

I stepped into the Haywain
Out of the modern din,
I felt real life and day wane
As canvas took me in.

The public could not see me
Yet I looked just the same,
Each thing was clear, not dreamy
Within the picture frame.

So happy I walked two laps,
That river touched my heart,
Then I spoke to the two chaps
Who commandeered the cart.

I listened to both joking
About their daily slog,
Which made me laugh while stroking
A lively little dog.

They said the cottage yonder
Was Willie Lott's and claimed
A place is best to wander
Where nature grows untamed.

Set in a Suffolk hour,
Those peasants echo still,
Gnarled faces by the Stour
Not far from Flatford Mill.

I stepped out of the Haywain;
From Constable I glean
Though suns may shine, it may rain,
True art is evergreen.


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Old 03-07-2013, 19:50
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I Stepped Into The Haywain

I stepped into the Haywain
Out of the modern din,
I felt real life and day wane
As canvas took me in.

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Wow! That's some gift you have there.
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Old 03-07-2013, 21:08
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Wow! That's some gift you have there.
If only Biz I like to keep my imagination fit, I find it's a muscle many don't use My favourite Constable picture's actually Flatford Mill, a copy of which hangs over the fireplace. There's no doubt that The Haywain is his most famous and popular painting though.
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Old 03-07-2013, 22:59
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If only Biz I like to keep my imagination fit, I find it's a muscle many don't use My favourite Constable picture's actually Flatford Mill, a copy of which hangs over the fireplace. There's no doubt that The Haywain is his most famous and popular painting though.
Both lovely peaceful scenes, if only they'd had mod cons in those days. Life must have been hard.

I have a DVD of Caribbean beaches and have been known to bask there - with home comforts to hand.
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Old 03-07-2013, 22:59
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Gimme Shelter, 1969
Interesting, Musty


Shelter is like a hug from one to another and then to pass it on.
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Old 03-07-2013, 23:04
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I Stepped Into The Haywain

Though suns may shine, it may rain,

Very nice Musty, particularly liked the above line, there is always a possibility of rain.
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Old 03-07-2013, 23:10
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I have a DVD of Caribbean beaches and have been known to bask there - with home comforts to hand.
Your home comforts seem to be an essential Biz

Very nice Musty, particularly liked the above line, there is always a possibility of rain.
Hi Sandy, I like your take on shelter Do you think this line works better?

Though skies may shine and may rain
True art is evergreen
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Old 03-07-2013, 23:22
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Hi Sandy, I like your take on shelter Do you think this line works better?

Though skies may shine and may rain
True art is evergreen
Thanks

I think both work equally well Musty.
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Old 03-07-2013, 23:31
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I think both work equally well Musty.
Goodo, I'll go with the second one - ta Sandy
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Old 03-07-2013, 23:38
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Goodo, I'll go with the second one - ta Sandy
That's great Musty but I feel I haven't done anything to deserve a ta .
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