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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 02:22 pm
and while Boo and Mc sing, Letty must drive herself to the store since Morgan Freeman ain't around.

Speaking of Morgan, check out this art that Morganwood sent:

http://gprime.net/images/sidewalkchalkguy/

Later!
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booman2
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 02:25 pm
OHMYGAWD! ...You da' man. McTagThank you very much. I heard someone else do it, but it seems perfect for Nat..and Johnny Mathis to. I'm going to see if I can get a kareoke version.
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AngeliqueEast
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 02:30 pm
Ha, Ha, Ha. You look good down there. Just kidding. The tub is filling with water, and bubble bath liquid, and soon I will be in there. Then in bed watching TV until I fall asleep. My honey called today so I'm extra happy. So soon I will disappear. Everyone have a great evening/morning where ever you are.
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McTag
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 02:30 pm
'Twern't nuthin.....if you type a line into www.answers.com
you can get most things.

A very good search thingy, especially for literature and such.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 02:32 pm
Oops, Francis slipped in with a lovely quote from the a la carte. Yes, justice is the bread of the nation and the world, but your French sounded more like poetic justice. <smile>
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 03:39 pm
WA2K has been busy today, listeners:

Now let's take a few minutes to recap:

McTag found Boo's song:

Angel is taking a bubble bath:

Booman is shocked:

Francis slipped in with a quote.."clean shaven and imperially slim..."

So it is now time for Sunday news:


Jesus Died Of DVT, Scientist Claims
A new theory has emerged that Jesus was one of the earliest victims of deep vein thrombosis.The potentially fatal condition, also known as pulmonary embolism, has become associated with long-distance flights as people's immobility in aeroplanes can cause blood clots.But an Israeli professor says Jesus may have died from a blood clot which reached his lungs, challenging the popular conception that he died of blood loss during his crucifixion.

Professor Benjamin Brenner, a doctor at the Rambam Medical Centre in the Israeli port city of Haifa, put forward his theory in the Journal of Thrombosis and Haemostasis.

He wrote: "It is known that the common cause of death in the setting of multiple trauma, immobilisation and dehydration is pulmonary embolism.

"This fits well with Jesus' condition and actually was in all likelihood the major cause of death of crucified victims."

A pulmonary embolism is caused when a blood clot develops in deep leg veins and then moves up to the lungs, causing an acute shortness of breath and chest pains.

Professor Brenner based his understanding of Jesus' condition at the time of his death on a previous work published nearly 20 years ago in the Journal of American Medical Association.

The paper found that before his crucifixion Jesus went 12 hours without food or water, was under emotional stress, was beaten and forced to walk to the crucifixion site carrying a heavy cross part of the way.

That article found that Jesus died suddenly on the cross only three to six hours after the start of the crucifixion, and concluded it was from blood loss.

A co-author of the earlier paper dismissed the new claims.

Dr William Edwards said : "Jesus was on the cross for only six hours. It seems unlikely a large deep leg vein thrombus could develop and cause fatal pulmonary embolisation in that short time."

Everyone wants to do a post mortem on Jesus
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booman2
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 04:04 pm
Answer to quiz:

You middle- aged R&B fans; remember a a group in the 50's, "The Five Royales"? Their biggest hit was "Baby Don't Do It". They wrote and recorded all three of the songs.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 04:09 pm
Well, Booman. Speaking of Royales, in my response to Francis, there is a poem hidden. Can you guess it?

We need a variation on our theme, listeners.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 06:54 pm
and the answer is:

Richard Cory by Edward Arlington Robinson:


"Richard Cory"
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from head to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But he still fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich--yes, richer than a king--
and admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

with accompanying song:

Richard Cory Lyrics
Artist: Simon & Garfunkel



They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.






But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

A bit under the weather tonight, listeners.

Good night
From Letty with love
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 07:03 pm
Just watched Bob Dylan interviewed on 60 Minutes. I learned that he was nominated for a Nobel Prize this year.

BILLY
There's guns across the river aimin' at ya
Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya
Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.

Campin' out all night on the veranda
Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.

Playin' around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya
Billy, you're so far away from home.

There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places
Bullet holes and scars between the spaces
There's always one more notch and ten more paces
Billy, and you're walkin' all alone.

They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
So sleep with one eye open when you slumber
Every little sound just might be thunder
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.

Guitars will play your grand finale
Down in some Tularosa alley,
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley
Billy, you're so far away from home.

There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
And some old whore from San Pedro to make advances
Advances on your spirit and your soul.

The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown.
Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down
To be shot down by the man who was your friend?

Hang on to your woman if you got one
Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one.
She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one
Billy, you been runnin' for so long.

Guitars will play your grand finale
Down in some Tularosa alley
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley
Billy, you're so far away from home.



Copyright © 1972 Ram's Horn Music
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 12 Jun, 2005 07:31 pm
lots of talk about men and women lately

how about some songs?

okay then


Real Men
Joe Jackson

Take your mind back
I don't know when
Sometime when it always seemed to be just us and them
Girls that wore pink
And boys that wore blue
Boys that always grew up better men than me and you

What's a man now
What's a man mean
Is he rough or is he rugged
Cultural and clean
Now it's all changed It's got to change more
We think it's getting better but nobody's really sure

And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmm
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmmM
Ahh-ahh-ahhhhh-ah

See the nice boys
Dancing in pairs
Golden earring golden tan
Blow-wave in the hair
Sure they're all straight Straight as a line
All the guys are macho
See their leather shine

You don't want to sound dumb
Don't want to offend
So don't call me a faggot not unless you are a friend
Then if you're tall
Handsome and strong
You can wear the uniform and I could play along

And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmm
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmmM
Ahh-ahh-ahhhhh-ah

Time to get scared
Time to change plan
Don't know how to treat a lady
Don't know how to be a man
Time to admit
What you call defeat
Cause there's women running past you now and you just drag your feet

Man makes a gun
Man goes to war
Man can kill and man can drink and man can take a whore
Kill all the blacks
Kill all the reds
Butif there's war between the sexes then there'll be no people left

And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real - men are



Girls Just Want To Have Fun
Cyndi Lauper

I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mama dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have--

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Oh girls-- they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have--

That's all they really want
Is some fun
When the working day is done
Oh girls--they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,

They just want to, they just want to,
They just want to, they just want to
Oh girls-- girls just want to have fun

They just want to, they just want to,
They just want to, they just want to
Oh girls-- girls just want to have fun

When the working-- when the working day is done
Oh, when the working day is done
Oh girls-- girls just want to have fun

They just want to, they just want to,
They just want to, they just want to
Oh girls-- girls just want to have fun

When the working-- when the working day is done
Oh, when the working day is done
Oh girls-- girls just want to have fun



Girls And Boys
Blur

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday -
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

(chorus)
Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
Get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schon
But we haven't been introduced

(chorus)
Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love


Boys Keep Swinging
David Bowie

1.2.3.4
Heaven loves ya
The clouds part for ya
Nothing stands in your way
When you're a boy

Clothes always fit ya
Life is a pop of the cherry
When you're a boy

When you're a boy
You can wear a uniform
When you're a boy
Other boys check you out
You get a girl
These are your favourite things
When you're a boy

Boys
Boys
Boys keep swinging
Boys always work it out

Uncage the colours
Unfurl the flag
Luck just kissed you hello
When you're a boy

They'll never clone ya
You're always first on the line
When you're a boy

When you're a boy
You can buy a home of your own
When you're a boy
Learn to drive and everything
You'll get your share
When you're a boy

Boys
Boys
Boys keep swinging
Boys always work it out



Look At Miss Ohio
Gillian Welch

Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She's a-running around with her rag-top down
She says I wanna do right but not right now

Gonna drive to Atlanta and live out this fantasy
Running around with the rag-top down
Yeah I wanna do right but not right now

Had your arm around her shoulder, a regimental soldier
An' mamma starts pushing that wedding gown
Yeah you wanna do right but not right now

Oh me oh my oh, would ya look at Miss Ohio
She's a-runnin' around with the rag-top down
She says I wanna do right but not right now

I know all about it, so you don't have to shout it
I'm gonna straighten it out somehow
Yeah I wanna do right but not right now

Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She a-runnin' around with her rag-top down
She says I wanna do right , but not right now
Oh I wanna do right but not right now
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AngeliqueEast
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 02:39 am
Josephine Baker
Josephine Baker Born June 3, 1906-1975.

http://www.lkwdpl.org/wihohio/bake-jos2.jpg

One of the songs that she sang in nightclubs to support her rainbow tribe was the "The Times They Are A-Changing" by Bod Dylan.

http://bobdylan.com/images/song_topleft/header_left04.jpg

The Times They Are A-Changing

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

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This other song was written for Josephine Baker by an unknown song writer.


I was watching TV late last night
And a scene transported me
Long gone figures came back to life
In a documentary
Though I saw them dance for joy
I was sad I missed that show
If I had a time machine
I know just where I'd go

Chorus
I was born too late to see Josephine Baker
Dancing in a Paris cabaret
Born too late to see Josephine Baker
She must have been great in her heyday

Now some they stand out from the crowd
Even at an early age
I suppose that her call was loud
Cause she just lit up the stage
You can put on all that gloss
And still not have to feel
What's inside will come across
And only real is real

Chorus

I'm sometimes trapped by the close confines
Off the age I'm born into
Though there were others worse than mine
Well I miss what I can't do
Join the feast of Ancient Greece
See Alexander's library
Maybe clink a champagne toast
With a jazz age dancing Queen

Chorus

In black and white film you can't mistake her
She must have been great in her heyday

http://image.com.com/mp3/images/cover/200/drc300/c397/c39763oo493.jpg

Good morning/evening every one out there in radio land.Well I'm up at five am today because I had a great nights sleep. Anyway, I'm an early bird. I wanted to do this posting because I forgot one of my heros birthday this month, Josephine Baker. Just love this lady!!! I'm off to my studies, and work. I might come by this evening to the testing section to learn how to use the other posting features. Later.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 03:37 am
William Butler Yeats
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Born June 13, 1865
Dublin, Ireland
Died January 28, 1939
Menton, France


William Butler Yeats (June 13, 1865 - January 28, 1939) was an Irish poet, dramatist, mystic and public figure. Yeats was one of the driving forces behind the Irish Literary Revival and was co-founder of the Abbey Theatre.

His early work tended towards a romantic lushness and fantasy-like quality best described by the title of his 1893 collection The Celtic Twilight, but in his 40s, inspired by his relationships with modernist poets such as Ezra Pound and his active involvement in Irish nationalist politics, he moved towards a harder, more modern style.

As well as his role as member of the board of the Abbey, Yeats served as an Irish Senator. He took his role as a public figure seriously and was a reasonably hard-working member of the Seanad. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1923 for what the Nobel Committee described as "his always inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation". In 1934 he shared the Gothenburg Prize for Poetry with Rudyard Kipling.

Early life and work

Yeats was born in Sandymount, Dublin. His father, John Butler Yeats was descended from Jervis Yeats, a Williamite linen merchant who died in 1712 and whose grandson Benjamin married Mary Butler, daughter of a landed County Kildare family. At the time of his marriage, John Yeats was studying law, but soon abandoned his studies to take up a career as a portrait painter. His mother, Susan Mary Pollexfen, came from an Anglo-Irish family in County Sligo. Soon after his birth, Yeats moved to Sligo to stay with his extended family and he came to think of it as his true childhood home. The Butler Yeats family were highly artistic; William's brother Jack went on to be a well-known painter and his sisters Elizabeth and Susan were both involved in the Arts and Crafts movement.

Eventually, the family moved to London to enable John to further his career. At first, the Yeats children were educated at home. Their mother, who was homesick for Sligo, entertained them with stories and folktales from her native county. In 1877, William entered the Godolphin school, which he attended for four years. He appears not to have enjoyed the experience and did not distinguish himself academically. For financial reasons, the family returned to Dublin towards the end of 1880, living at first in the city center and later in the suburb of Howth.

In October, 1881, Yeats resumed his education at the Erasmus Smith High School, Dublin. His father's studio was located nearby and he spent a great deal of time there, meeting many of the city's artists and writers. He remained at the high school until December 1883. It was during this period that he started writing poetry and in 1885, Yeats' first poems, as well as an essay called "The Poetry of Sir Samuel Ferguson", were published in the Dublin University Review. From 1884 to 1886, he attended the Metropolitan School of Art (now the National College of Art and Design) in Kildare Street.


The young poet

Even before he began to write poetry, Yeats had come to associate poetry with religious ideas and sentiments. Describing his childhood in later years, he described his "one unshakable belief" as "whatever of philosophy has been made poetry is alone... I thought... that if a powerful and benevolent spirit has shaped the destiny of this world, we can better discover that destiny from the words that have gathered up the heart's desire of the world."

Yeats' early poetry drew heavily on Irish myth and folklore and drew on the diction and colouring of pre-Raphaelite verse. His major influence in these years - and probably throughout the rest of his career as well - was Percy Bysshe Shelley. In a late essay on Shelley he wrote, "I have re-read Prometheus Unbound... and it seems to me to have an even more certain place than I had thought among the sacred books of the world."

Yeats' first significant poem was The Isle of Statues, a fantasy work that took Edmund Spenser for its poetic model. It appeared in Dublin University Review and was never republished. His first book publication was the pamphlet Mosada: A Dramatic Poem (1886), which had already appeared in the same journal, and this printing of 100 copies was paid for by his father. Following this was The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems (1889). The long title poem, the first that he would not disown in his maturity, was based on the poems of the Fenian Cycle of Irish mythology. This poem, which took two years to complete, shows the influence of Ferguson and the Pre-Raphaelites. It introduced what was to become one of his most important themes: the appeal of the life of contemplation vs. the appeal of the life of action. After The Wanderings of Oisin, he never attempted another long poem. His other early poems are lyrics on the themes of love or mystical and esoteric subjects.

The Yeats family had returned to London in 1887, and in 1890 Yeats co-founded the Rhymer's Club with Ernest Rhys. This was a group of like-minded poets who met regularly and published anthologies in 1892 and 1894. Other early collections include Poems (1895), The Secret Rose (1897) and The Wind Among the Reeds (1899).


Maud Gonne, the Irish Literary Revival and the Abbey Theatre

In 1889, Yeats met Maud Gonne, a young heiress who was beginning to devote herself to the Irish nationalist movement. Gonne admired Yeats' early poem The Isle of Statues and sought out his acquaintance. Yeats developed an obsessive infatuation with Gonne, and she was to have a significant effect on his poetry and his life ever after. Two years after their initial meeting, Yeats proposed to her, but was rejected. He was to propose to Gonne a total of three more times: in 1899, 1900 and 1901. With each proposal, she rejected Yeats and finally, in 1903, married Irish nationalist John MacBride. This same year Yeats left for an extended stay in America on a lecture tour. His only other affair during this period was with an Olivia Shakespeare, whom he met in 1896 and parted with one year later.


Also in 1896, he was introduced to Lady Augusta Gregory by their mutual friend Edward Martyn and she encouraged Yeats' nationalism and convinced him to continue focusing on writing drama. Although he was influenced by French Symbolism, Yeats consciously focused on an identifiably Irish content and this inclination was reinforced by his involvement with a new generation of younger and emerging Irish authors. Together with Lady Gregory and Martyn and other writers including J M Synge, Sean O'Casey, Padraic Colum and James Stephens, Yeats was one of those responsible for the establishment of the literary movement known as the Irish Literary Revival (otherwise known as the Celtic Revival).

Apart from these creative writers, much of the impetus for the Revival came from the work of scholarly translators who were aiding in the discovery of both the ancient sagas and Ossianic poetry and the more recent folk song tradition in Irish. One of the most significant of these was Douglas Hyde, later the first President of Ireland, whose Love Songs of Connacht was widely admired.

One of the enduring achievements of the Revival was the setting up of the Abbey Theatre. In 1899 Yeats, Lady Gregory, Martyn and George Moore founded the Irish Literary Theatre. This survived for about two years but was not successful. However, working together with two Irish brothers with theatrical experience named William and Frank Fay and Yeats' unpaid secretary Annie Elizabeth Fredericka Horniman (a wealthy Englishwoman who had previously been involved in the presentation of George Bernard Shaw's Arms and the Man in London in 1894) the group established the Irish National Theatre Society. This group of founders was also able, along with J M Synge, to acquire property in Dublin and open the Abbey Theatre on December 27, 1904. Two of Yeats' plays were featured on the opening night. Yeats continued to be involved with the Abbey up to his death, both as a member of the board and as a prolific playwright.

In 1902, Yeats helped set up the Dun Emer Press to publish work by writers associated with the Revival. This became the Cuala Press in 1904. From then until its closure in 1946, the press, which was run by the poet's sisters, produced over 70 titles, 48 of them books by Yeats himself. Yeats spent the summer of 1917 with Maud Gonne, and proposed to Gonne's daughter, Iseult, but was rejected. In September, he proposed to Georgie Hyde-Lees, was accepted, and the two were married on 20 October. Around this time he also bought Ballylee Castle, near Coole Park, and promptly renamed it Thoor Ballylee. This tower served as his summer home for much of the rest of his life.


Mysticism

Yeats had a life-long interest in mysticism, spiritualism, and astrology. In 1885, he and some friends formed the Dublin Hermetic Order. This society held its first meeting on June 16, with Yeats in the chair. The same year, the Dublin Theosophical lodge was opened with the involvement of Brahmin Mohini Chatterjee. Yeats attended his first séance the following year. Later, Yeats became heavily involved with hermeticist and theosophical beliefs, and in 1900 he became head of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, which he had joined in 1890. After his marriage, he and his wife dabbled with a form of automatic writing.

Yeats' mystical inclinations, informed by Hindu religion (Yeats translated The Ten Principal Upanishads (1938) with Shri Purohit Swami), theosophical beliefs and the occult, formed much of the basis of his late poetry, which some critics have attacked as lacking in intellectual credibility. W. H. Auden criticized his late stage as the "deplorable spectacle of a grown man occupied with the mumbo-jumbo of magic and the nonsense of India". Nevertheless, he wrote much of his most enduring poetry during this period. The metaphysics of Yeats' late works must be read in relation to his system of esoteric fundamentalities in A Vision (1925), which is read today primarily for its value shed on his late poetry rather than for any rigorous intellectual or philosophical insights.


In 1913, Yeats met the young American poet Ezra Pound. Pound had travelled to London at least partly to meet the older man, whom he considered "the only poet worthy of serious study". From that year until 1916, the two men spent the winters in a cottage in Ashdown Forest with Pound nominally acting as Yeats' secretary. The relationship got off to a rocky start when Pound arranged for the publication in the magazine Poetry of some of Yeats' verse with Pound's own unauthorised alterations. These changes were mostly designed to reflect Pound's distaste for Victorian prosody. However, both men soon found that they had a good deal to learn from each other. In particular, the scholarship on Japanese Noh plays that Pound had obtained from Ernest Fenollosa's widow provided Yeats with a model for the aristocratic drama he intended to write. The first of his plays modelled on Noh was At the Hawk's Well, the first draft of which he dictated to Pound in January 1916.

Yeats is generally conceded to be one of twentieth century's key English-language poets. Yet, unlike most modernists who experimented with vers libre, Yeats was a master of the traditional verse forms. The impact of modernism on Yeats' work can be seen in the increasing abandonment of the more conventionally poetic diction of his early work in favour of the more austere language and more direct approach to his themes that increasingly characterises the poetry and plays of his middle period, comprising the volumes In the Seven Woods, Responsibilities, and The Green Helmet.

Politics

Thanks in part to his exposure to the work of the younger modernists he met through Pound, the poetry of Yeats' middle period moved away from the Celtic Twilight mood of the earlier work. His political concerns also moved away from the arena of cultural politics in which he was so involved during the early years of the Revival. In his early work, Yeats' essentially aristocratic pose led to an idealisation of the Irish peasant and a corresponding willingness to ignore the very real poverty and suffering that was the daily lot of that class. However, the emergence of a revolutionary movement from the ranks of the urban Catholic lower-middle class left him little choice but to reassess his attitudes.

Yeats' new direct engagement with politics can be seen in the poem September 1913, with its well-known refrain "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,/It's with O'Leary in the grave." This poem is an attack on the Dublin employers who were involved in the famous 1913 lockout of workers who supported James Larkin's attempts to organise the Irish labour movement. In Easter 1916, with its equally famous refrain "All changed, changed utterly:/A terrible beauty is born", Yeats faces his own failure to recognise the merits of the leaders of the Easter Rising because of their apparently humble backgrounds and lives.

Yeats was appointed to the Irish Senate (Seanad Éireann) in 1922 and one of his main achievements as a Senator was to chair the coinage committee that was charged with selecting a set of designs for the first coinage for the Irish Free State. He also spoke against proposed anti-divorce legislation in 1925. His own characterisation of himself as a public figure is captured in the line "A sixty-year-old smiling public man" in the 1927 poem "Amongst School Children". He retired from the Seanad in 1928 because of ill health.

Yeats' essentially aristocratic attitudes and his association with Pound tended to draw him towards Mussolini, for whom he expressed admiration on a number of occasions. He also wrote some 'marching songs' which were never used) for General Eoin O'Duffy's 'Blueshirts', a quasi-fascist political movement. However, when Pablo Neruda invited him to visit Madrid in 1937, Yeats responded with a letter supporting the Republic against Fascism. Yeats' politics are ambiguous: no friend of the Left (or democracy), he distanced himself from Nazism and Fascism in the last few years of his life. Nevertheless, it is unlikely that he ever reconciled himself to democracy in any meaningful sense. He was also deeply involved in the eugenics movement.


In his later poetry and plays, Yeats moved away from the directly political subjects of his middle years and started to write in a more personal vein. His subjects included his son and daughter and the experience of growing old. Yeats himself, in the poem "The Circus Animals' Desertion", which was published in his final collection, describes the inspiration for these late works in the lines "Now that my ladder's gone,/I must lie down where all the ladders start/In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart".

In 1929, he stayed at Thoor Ballylee for the last time. Much of the remainder of his life was outside Ireland, but he did lease a house in the Dublin suburb of Rathfarnham from 1932. He wrote prolifically through the final years of his life, publishing poetry, plays and prose. In 1938, he attended the Abbey for the last time to see the premier of his play Purgatory. The Autobiographies of William Butler Yeats was published that same year.

After suffering from a variety of illnesses for a number of years, Yeats died at the Hôtel Idéal Séjour, in Menton, France on 28 January 1939. The last poem he wrote was the Arthurian-themed The Black Tower. Soon afterward, Yeats was first buried at Roquebrune, until, in accordance with his final wish, his body was moved to Drumecliff, Sligo in September, 1948, on the corvette Irish Macha. His grave is a famous attraction in Sligo. His epitaph, which is the final line from one of his last poems, Under Ben Bulben is "Cast a cold eye on life, on death; horseman, pass by!" Of this location, Yeats said, "the place that has really influenced my life most is Sligo." The town is also home to a statue and memorial building in Yeats' honour.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Butler_Yeats



The Lake Isle of Innisfree


I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes
dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the
cricket sings;
There midnight's all aglimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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Francis
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 03:48 am
Hello, Bob, my friend and early man.

A little contribution from William Butler Yeats :

ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 04:10 am
Francis, you know it's unfair to be so lighthearted early in the am while I'm still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Sans cafe I really don't exist. This is not a chastisement, mon ami, but some of my strangest posts are done when I'm semicomatose like this. I am always delighted nonetheless to such an ardent contributor as yourself. I suspect you already know this.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 04:43 am
I Want You, I Need You, I Love You

( Ira Kosloff - Maurice Mysels)


Hold me close, hold me tight
Make me thrill with delight
Let me know where I stand from the start
I want you, I need you, I love you
With all my heart

Ev'ry time that you're near
All my cares disappear
Darling, you're all that I'm living for
I want you, I need you, I love you
More and more

I thought I could live without romance
Before you came to me
But now I know that
I will go on loving you eternally

Won't you please be my own?
Never leave me alone
'Cause I die ev'ry time we're apart
I want you, I need you, I love you
With all my heart
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 06:45 am
Good morning, WA2K radio. What began as a day of drear and glum has turned into a morning sun.

dj, what an unusual variety of songs, as ever. We know our audience always appreciates your deviation from the norm, as do I.

edgar, You must tell us more about Dylan's interview and explain how he is in line for the Nobel prize.

And Angel is in rare form in the early morn. Thanks for your tribute to Josephine. I smiled at the "....rainbow tribe..." phrase.

Dylan has become quite the icon of late, has he not?

Bob, your background on Yeats was an added pleasure. The only poem of his that gave me chills in the eerie sense, was "The Second Coming." If I recall correctly:

"...what weird beast shuffles toward Bethlehem waiting to be born...." a small shiver in the warmth.

Francis, that was one of Yeats more wistful poems and quite lovely. I like him in that mode much better. When you get a chance, will you look at the sidewalk art and tell me where it may have been done? Even Morganwood didn't know.

Soooo. Let's have another cup of coffee, folks.
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yitwail
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 07:37 am
i found this elsewhere in a2k Cool btw, elsewhere on the web, it comes with guitar chords, so evidently it's been set to music, though i've never heard it sung.

The Song of Wandering Aengus ~ William Butler Yeats

I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 07:39 am
Good Morning WA2K.

Hooray, no more Stormy Weather for Letty.

Thanks for the Yeats, Bob. I can count on you to come through with a great birthday bio. (Before I've had my coffee) Smile

I'm disappointed that I missed the Dylan interview. I, too, would like to hear more about it, Edgar.

And Angel, if you haven't seen the HBO Josephine Baker Bio movie with Angela Bassett, you might check out this link. I thought it was a wonderful production. Oh, and I'm pleased to meet you, Angel.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005AQML/ref=pd_sxp_f/104-9808870-4299168

June 13 Birthday Celebs:

823 Charles II (the Bald) king of France (843-77), emperor (875-77)
1786 Winfield Scott, War of 1812 and Mexican War general (Petersburg, VA; died 1866)
1865 William Butler Yeats, poet/dramatist (Dublin, Ireland; died 1939)
1892 Basil Rathbone Johannesburg S Africa, actor (Sherlock Holmes) died 1967
1893 Dorothy L. Sayers, mystery writer (Britain; died 1957)
1897 Paavo Nurmi, Olympic champion track star (Finland; died 1973)
1903 Red Grange, football player (Forksville, PA; died 1991)

1912 Mary Wickes St Louis Mo, actress (Dennis the Menace, Julia, Doc) died 1995 "Everyone knows who Mary Wickes was, if not by name, certainly by appearance. She was, without a doubt, one of the best-known character actresses ever. Probably most famous to the "now" generation as Sister Mary Lazarus, the older hook nosed nun in Sister Act, she was also in White Christmas, Now Voyager, The Music Man, and Postcards from the Edge. She also did a ton of television, she was cousin Octavia on The Waltons, she was in Sigmund & the Sea Monsters and I Love Lucy, where she famously played Lucy's ballet teacher. In real life, Mary was a good friend with Lucy, which was no easy feat. Her last role was the voice of a gargoyle in Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame, completed a few days before her death."

1913 Ralph Edwards Merino Colo, TV host (This is Your Life)
1915 Don Budge, tennis champion (Oakland, CA; died 2000)
1918 Ben Johnson Foraker Okla, actor (Chisum, Battle Force, Dillinger, ) died 1996 (Supporting Actor Oscar for The Last Picture Show, 1972)

1926 Paul Lynde Mt Vernon Ohio, comedian (Uncle Arthur-Bewitched, Hollywood Squares) died 1982

1935 Christo (Javacheff), conceptual artist (Babrovo, Bulgaria)
1937 Eleanor Holmes Norton, U.S. House delegate from the District of Columbia (Washington, DC)
1943 Malcolm McDowell, actor (Leeds, England); Cat People, A Clockwork Orange, Hidalgo
1951 Richard Thomas, actor (New York, NY) (The Waltons)
1953 Tim Allen, comedian/actor (Denver, CO)
1962 Ally Sheedy NYC, actress (St Elmo's, Short Circuit, Maid to Order)
1986 Ashley Olsen, actress (Los Angeles, CA)

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Francis
 
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Reply Mon 13 Jun, 2005 07:58 am
William Butler Yeats written "The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart" in 1892 in Dublin, published in his book "Wind among the reeds" in 1899.
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