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Ah, my dear dj. How true, Canada. Can you explain to our listeners exactly who "the diggers" are?

You always inspire me to remember:



The Man with a Hoe by Edwin Markham, and L'homme avec houe by Jean-Francis Millet(sorry, had to delete the little squares)


In 1899 an American schoolteacher, Charles Edward Anson Markham (1852-1940), who used the penname Edwin Markham, was inspired by an 1863 painting to write a poem. The painting was "L'homme avex houe" by the French artist, Jean-Rans Millet (1814-1875); the poem was "The Man with a Hoe".

The poem quickly became as famous as the painting. Both continue to be moving testimonies to what the too prevalent inhumanity of humanity can cause.



The Man with a Hoe
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back, the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?


Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave
To have dominion over sea and land;
To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;
To feel the passion of Eternity?
Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns
And marked their ways upon the ancient deep?
Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf
There is no shape more terrible than this--
More tongued with cries against the world's blind greed--
More filled with signs and portents for the soul--
More packed with danger to the universe.


What gulfs between him and the seraphim!
Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him
Are Plato and the swing of the Pleiades?
What the long reaches of the peaks of song,
The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;
Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop;
Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,
Plundered, profaned and disinherited,
Cries protest to the Powers that made the world,
A protest that is also prophecy.


O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
Is this the handiwork you give to God,
This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?
How will you ever straighten up this shape;
Touch it again with immortality;
Give back the upward looking and the light;
Rebuild in it the music and the dream;
Make right the immemorial infamies,
Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?


O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
How will the future reckon with this Man?
How answer his brute question in that hour
When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?
How will it be with kingdoms and with kings--
With those who shaped him to the thing he is--
When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world,
After the silence of the centuries?

I must find out the proper French name for our artist, listeners, but I'm certain that you all understand.

Amigo, Welcome to WA2K radio. You slipped in and I didn't hear you. Have you any requests?

I do need to clear this up, listeners.


Jean-François Millet
Born 1814, Died 1875
Draftsman, Painter
French




"To tell the truth, the peasant subjects suit my temperament best; for I must confess, even if you think me a socialist, that the human side of art is what touches me most," wrote Jean-Fr-ançois Millet. Born to modestly successful Norman peasants, Millet began studying art in Cherbourg at eighteen. In 1837 he received funding to study at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris. After ten years of mixed success while he supported himself with portraits, The Winnower appeared at the Salon of 1848 and was the first of his peasant pictures to sell. In 1849 he moved to Barbizon in Fontainebleau forest, where he lived for the rest of his life, mostly in grueling poverty. There he painted his most famous works, including The Man with a Hoe.


Millet portrayed the gravity, hardship, and dignity of common agricultural laborers, but, despite being labeled a "Socialist revolutionary," his viewpoint was less political than fatalistic. Between 1865 and 1869, he produced over one hundred pastels, considered among his finest works. After decades of struggle, he was awarded a medal at the 1867 Exposition Universelle and received the Légion d'Honneur in 1868. Millet's humanity toward peasant life deep impressed many painters, including Vincent Van Gogh.

Digger,

any of a group of agrarian communists who flourished in England in 1649-50 and were led by Gerrard Winstanley (q.v.) and William Everard. In April 1649 about 20 poor men assembled at St. George's Hill, Surrey, and began to cultivate the common land. These Diggers held that the English Civil Wars had been fought against the king and the great landowners; now that Charles I had been executed, land should be made available for the very poor to cultivate. (Food prices had reached record heights in the late 1640s.) The numbers of the Diggers more than doubled during 1649. Their activities alarmed the Commonwealth government and roused the hostility of local landowners, who were rival claimants to the common lands. The Diggers were harassed by legal actions and mob violence, and by the end of March 1650 their colony was dispersed. The Diggers themselves abjured the use of force. The Diggers also called themselves True Levelers, but their communism was denounced by the leaders of the Levelers.

Marvelous, dj. I thought as much, hence my reading and background of Man With the Hoe.

And here's a welcoming song to Amigo:

Song: My Amigo
Lyrics for Album: Lubbock (On Everything)
I need money
I need love
I need a cadillac
To give me a shove
And get me out of this up-tight
Mid-night
Into some lime-light...again
Yeah 'cause I know
My ego
Ain't my amigo
Anymore
An
I need whiskey
I need style
I need a job
to make it worthwhile
And to get me out of this up-tight
Mid-night
Into some lime-light...again
Yeah 'cause I know
My ego
Ain't my amigo
Any more

Ms. Letty, i'd like to refer your listeners to an edifying web page:

Caring For Your Pet Turtle



:wink:

Ah, Yit. Thanks for that how to care for turtles. When I was a wee thing, I had a Japanese turtle. He was so small and dear, but I felt the need to set it free. On the way to my ancestral home, I had my dad stop by a place with a water fountain. I put Oscar in the fountain and waved goodbye to him as we left. He did not survive.

Not to worry, Yit. You'll always have good care and loving consideration here on WA2K radio. I am certain that Mrs. Turtle will approve.

Hey, Thanks Letty, cool.

a song about turtles



There was a little turtle

There was a little turtle (make a small circle with your hands)
He lived in a box, (make a box with both hands)
He swam in a puddle, (wiggle hands)
He climbed on the rocks. (climb fingers of one hand up over the other)
He snapped at a mosquito, (clap hands)
He snapped at a flea, (clap hands)
He snapped at a minnow, (clap hands)
He snapped at me. (point to yourself)
He caught the mosquito, (mimic catching a bug)
He caught the flea (same action)
He caught the minnow, (same action)
But he didn't catch me! (point to yourself)

Hey, Amigo. No era nada. <smile>

Ah, dj. How dear. And I swear that must be a nipponese turtle. Thanks, Canada.

Europe is asleep and tucked in their beds, while visions of German rye; crepes; crumpets; and other stuff dance in their heads.

Well, listeners, it's that time of night for me. What song shall it be? Since Raggedy had among her celebs, River Phoenix, how about this one:

Deep Night:

Deep night, stars in the sky above
Moonlight, lighting our place of love
Night winds seem to have gone to rest
Two eyes, brightly with love are gleaming
Come to my arms, my darling, my sweetheart, my own
Vow that you'll love me always, be mine alone

Deep night, whispering trees above
Kind night, bringing you nearer, dearer and dearer
Deep night, deep in the arms of love

<lengthy instrumental>

Come to my arms, my darling, my sweetheart, my own
Vow that you'll love me always, and be mine alone

Deep night, whispering trees above
Kind night, bringing you nearer, dearer and dearer
Deep night, deep in the arms of love

From My Own Little Idaho.

Goodnight, my friends. Let "Deep Night" be my sleepy song.


and, of course, from...............................

Letty with love

And in remembrance of Brock Peters:

Lost In The Stars
(Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson)
Before Lord God made the sea and the land
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand
And one little star fall alone

Then the Lord God hunted through the wild night air
For the little dark star in the wind down there
And he stated and promised he'd take special care
So it wouldn't get lost again

Now, man don't mind if the stars grow dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him
So long as the Lord God's watching over him
Keeping track how it all goes on

But I've been walking through the night and the day
Till my eyes get weary and my hair turns grey
And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away
Forgetting the promise that we heard him say

And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars, big stars
Blowing through the night

And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars, big stars
Blowing through the night

And we're lost out here in the stars

dj, belated thanks for the turtle song!

We Are All Made Of Stars
Moby

Growing in numbers
Growing in speed
Can't fight the future
Can't fight what I see

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

Lessons of lovers
Left in my mind
I sing in the reaches
We'll see what we find

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

Slow slow slow, come come
Someone come come come
Even love is goin' 'round
You can't ignore what is goin' 'round

Slowly rebuilding
I feel it in me
Growing in numbers
Growing in peace

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

People they come together
(People they come together)
People they fall apart
(People they fall apart)
No one can stop us now
(No one can stop us now)
'Cause we are all made of stars
(We are all made of stars)

We are all made of stars
People they come together
We are all made of stars
(People they fall apart)
We are all made of stars
(No one can stop us now)
'Cause we are all made of stars
(We are all made of stars)

a question about turtles

is a turtle without his shell naked or homeless

djjd62


He's a very sunburned turtle.

BBB

Three turtles in a fountain
Through the ripples how they shine
Thrown by three hopeful lovers
Which one will wear the valentine..."

"Three coins in a fountain
Each one longing for a home
There they lie, in the fountain
Somewhere in the heart of Rome...."

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors:

Raggedy, that star song reminded me of James Weldon Johnson, somehow. Thanks gal.

dj, your song, "We Are all Made of Stars" was a perfect completion to it, and that little quip about the turtles was cute.

McTag, Three turtles in a fountain? You're in funny form today, Brit.

It is quiet here in my own personal studio, and I can hear the ocean. I keep hearing this song in my mind:

Dust in Wind Lyrics from Kansas



I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.