Du bist die Ruh’ (Schubert: Gedicht von Fr.Rückert)
Figgles Flies West
Is it a dog? Is it a frog? It’s Superfig, in training for the Paris Olympics in the Synchronised Frog Impersonation event.
Brassens: Philistins
Philistins, épiciers
Tandis que vous caressiez
Vos femmes
En songeant, aux petits
Que vos grossiers appétits
Engendrent
Vous pensiez, “Ils seront
Menton rasé, ventre rond
Notaires”
Mais pour bien vous punir
Un jour vous voyez venir
Sur terre
Des enfants non voulus
Qui deviennent chevelus
Poètes
Vous pensiez, “Ils seront
Menton rasé, ventre rond
Notaires”
Mais pour bien vous punir
Un jour vous voyez venir
Sur terre
Des enfants non voulus
Qui deviennent chevelus
Poètes
Cantata BWV 147
Text of J.S. Bach’s Vocal Work
— Read on www.bach-cantatas.com/Texts/BWV147-Eng3.htm
Croissant à la Figue
Daily Diving Practice
The Ceremony of the Cleansing of the Thumb
Figgles Flies West
In the rain at the GS
Ego te absolvo
In the rain …
La vie de Francis Cabrel en chansons
Einstein’s Parable of Quantum Insanity – Scientific American
Scientific American is the essential guide to the most awe-inspiring advances in science and technology, explaining how they change our understanding of the world and shape our lives.
— Read on www.scientificamerican.com/article/einstein-s-parable-of-quantum-insanity/
Cracked at the GS
Beziehung USA-China
Figgy, nom adorable
George Steiner
George Steiner speaks of the importance of memory and warns of the destructive nature of ideology. Given the folly of “postmodernity” and the seduction of so many by ideas untested in reality, this is all the more prophetically poignant.
Wisdom in Così fan tutte
«Nel mare solca e nell’arena semina/ e il vago vento spera in rete accogliere/ chi fonda sue speranze in cor di femina».
Smoothly done!
In Wareham
A pleasing challenge
Briskly done
Godparent took ages! Why?
In a peaceful setting in Dorset
On self-sabotage
N + Ether <= The lower of two numbers
Horton hears a who
Lineker Schmineker
I think it might simplify life if it were understood that nothing on Twitter, the Cloaca Magna of postmodernity, is worthy of serious attention. Lineker’s ignorance of history doesn’t appear to detract from his popularity as a football commentator, and his utterances on social media are plainly so palpably ill-informed and ludicrous that they might reasonably be regarded as light entertainment, the kind of vapourings you might hear from a bar fly attempting to put the world to rights at 11.p.m. on a Thursday. Basil Fawlty might be good on Match of the Day https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cr7hg7zDOQk
Les EMI
Christophe Fauré: «Les expériences de mort imminente bouleversent nos certitudes»
Luke Kelly, the Performer
On Raglan Road
On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue.
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way.
And I said, “Let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day.”
On Grafton Street in November, we
Tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I’m not making hay;
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone;
And her words and tint without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now,
And away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That I had loved, not as I should
A creature made of clay,
When the angel woos the clay, he’ll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.
Drunken British sailors are invading Florida and beating each other up, because why not?
British sailors from the Royal Navy’s prized new carrier HMS Queen Elizabeth arrived in the northeast Florida port of Jacksonville Beach Wednesday.
— Read on www.navytimes.com/off-duty/military-culture/2018/09/09/drunken-british-sailors-are-invading-florida-and-beating-each-other-up-because-why-not/
A very amusing account of an enduring tradition! LJ
Songteksten.net – Songtekst: Marco Borsato – Breng Me Naar Het Water
Bekijk de songtekst Breng Me Naar Het Water van Marco Borsato op Songteksten.net
— Read on songteksten.net/
Songteksten.net – Songtekst: Claudia de Breij – Mag Ik Dan Bij Jou?
Als de oorlog komt,
En als ik dan moet schuilen,
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een clubje komt,
Waar ik niet bij wil horen,
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een regel komt
Waar ik niet aan voldoen kan
Mag ik dan bij jou?
En als ik iets moet zijn,
Wat ik nooit geweest ben,
Mag ik dan bij jou?Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen,
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen,
Droog jij m’n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag,
Mag jij altijd bij mij.
Kom wanneer je wilt,
Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij.Als het onweer komt,
En als ik dan bang ben,
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de avond valt,
En ‘t is mij te donker,
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de lente komt,
En als ik dan verliefd ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de liefde komt,
En ik weet het zeker,
Mag ik dan bij jou? Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen,
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen,
Droog jij m’n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag,
Mag jij altijd bij mij.
Kom wanneer je wilt,
Ik hou een kamer voor je vrijMag ik dan bij jou schuilen,
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen
Droog jij m’n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag,
Mag jij altijd bij mij
Kom wanneer je wilt,
‘k hou een kamer voor je vrij.Als het einde komt,
En als ik dan bang ben,
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als het einde komt,
En als ik dan alleen ben,
Mag ik dan bij jou?
— Read on songteksten.net/
Exchange & Mart
Having just stumbled on the Dutch term “de ruilbeurs” (exchange mart) whilst reading Dimitri Verhulst’s thoroughly engaging “De helaasheid der dingen”, I find myself reminded of the publication “Exchange & Mart“, which was often a source of fascination during our childhood, as indeed were the various stores of the same name.
The great philosophers
La grande bouffe – Old Yorker
La grande bouffe – Old Yorker
— Read on oldyorkeronline.com/la-grande-bouffe/
Judith Butler’s toxic nonsense – UnHerd
Her mastery of claptrap would be hilarious if it weren’t so dangerous
— Read on unherd.com/2021/09/judith-butlers-toxic-nonsense/
An excellent piece on the empress of eyewash. LJ
Peter Falk, as Columbo
Having watched one or two episodes of Columbo recently, I wondered whether Peter Falk had actually smoked cigars himself. In response, I found this obliging article.
Another instance to stimulate consideration of the Sorites paradox.
Giles Udy discusses the ideology behind the gulags.
Grelling’s paradox of heterologicality
This paradox turns on the definition of the opposition between its the sense of “heterological”, referring to words that do not instantiate their own meaning, and that of “autological” or “homological”, referring to terms that do instantiate their own meaning. Examples typically cited are “short” and “polysyllabic”, which, since they instantiate their own meaning, are autological or homological, in opposition to “long” and “monosyllabic”, which do not do so and are therefore heterological. The paradox resides in the meaning of heterological, and is related to the barber paradox et al.
Initially, I could think of no other examples of terms thus instantiating their own sense, until recently, when, whilst frivolously composing limericks, I gave some thought to the terms defining metrical feet. Most of these are heterological, but “trochee” instantiates its own meaning and is therefore autological.
It has just occurred to me that « antonym » is also heterological.
Just a thought. I’m still looking for other examples, but not diligently! LJ
Under Milk Wood
My cousin Walford Davies is interviewed by Melvyn Bragg on the South Bank Show.
Il Liechtenstein resta la “Las Vegas delle Alpi”
Il Liechtenstein resta la “Las Vegas delle Alpi” – I cittadini del principato bocciano, con il 73% dei no, la proposta di vietare i casinò – L’industria, che conta sei case da gioco, tira un sospiro di sollievo https://www.rsi.ch/g/15977923
A bizarre argument on human maturity on the “Moral Maze”
Plainly, the age at which a child passes from the nebulously defined period of adolescence into adulthood, is of the order of a Sorites paradox of vagueness, but, whilst this clearly represents an amusing diversion, the suggestion that a child of twelve should be allowed access to the polling booth is palpably absurd. Significantly, no one makes mention here of the importance of differentiation of self, or individuation, which generally occurs at around 24-25 years of age; one speaker correctly emphasises the importance of cerebral development, with maturation typically occurring at the age of 25, but this was not picked up clearly enough by the panel.
There is some perilous nonsense being discussed here, doubtless fuelled by fanciful left-wing dreams of sweeping to power and bulldozing civilisation into extinction. Lord help us!
Let us not despair, however, nor lose faith in the limitless promise of young people.
LJ
Homing in …
Vlaamse provincies
Vlaamse provincies – Wikipedia
— Read on nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vlaamse_provincies
A pleasant challenge!
Brian Boru’s March
Il nous faut regarder – Jacques Brel
Derrière la saleté s’étalant devant nous
Derrière les yeux plissés et les visages mous
Au delà de ces mains ouvertes ou fermées
Qui se tendent en vain ou qui sont poing levé
Plus loin que les frontières qui sont de barbelés
Plus loin que la misère il nous faut regarder
Il nous faut regarder ce qu’il y a de beau
Le ciel gris ou bleuté, les filles au bord de l’eau
L’ami qu’on sait fidèle, le soleil de demain
Le vol d’une hirondelle, le bateau qui revient
L’ami qu’on sait fidèle, le soleil de demain
Le vol d’une hirondelle, le bateau qui revient
Par delà le concert des sanglots et des pleurs
Et des cris de colère des hommes qui ont peur
Par delà le vacarme des rues et des chantiers
Des sirènes d’alarme, des jurons de charretier
Plus fort que les enfants qui racontent les guerres
Et plus fort que les grands qui nous les ont fait faire
Il nous faut écouter l’oiseau au fond des bois
Le murmure de l’été le sang qui monte en soi
Les berceuses des mères, les prières des enfants
Et le bruit de la terre qui s’endort doucement
Les berceuses des mères, les prières des enfants
Et le bruit de la terre qui s’endort doucement
Lyndon @ Adonis Blue 
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