Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Ghosts of the Titanic
Portmagee Seafront
Friday, 23 July 2010
Meeting at Night - Robert Browning
I
THE grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed in the slushy sand.
II
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Sunday, 2 May 2010
On Easter Knoll
Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs are
hushed in the twilight: yonder in the path through
The apple orchard, is a tired plough-boy
Calling the cows home.
A bright white star blinks, the pale moon rounds, but
Still the red, lurid wreckage of the sunset
Smoulders in smoky fire, and burns on
The misty hill-tops.
Ghostly it grows, and darker, the burning
Fades into smoke, and now the gusty oaks are
A silent army of phantoms thronging
A land of shadows.
hushed in the twilight: yonder in the path through
The apple orchard, is a tired plough-boy
Calling the cows home.
A bright white star blinks, the pale moon rounds, but
Still the red, lurid wreckage of the sunset
Smoulders in smoky fire, and burns on
The misty hill-tops.
Ghostly it grows, and darker, the burning
Fades into smoke, and now the gusty oaks are
A silent army of phantoms thronging
A land of shadows.
Friday, 30 April 2010
The Scholars - W.B. Yeats
BALD heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
They'll cough in the ink to the world's end;
Wear out the carpet with their shoes
Earning respect; have no strange friend;
If they have sinned nobody knows.
Lord what would they say
Should their Catullus walk that way?
Thursday, 29 April 2010
The Law the Lawyers Know Nothing About - H.D.C. Pepler
The law the lawyers know about
Is property and land;
But why the leaves are on the trees,
And why the waves disturb the seas,
And why honey is the food of bees,
Why horses have such tender knees,
Why winters come when rivers freeze,
Why Faith is more than what one sees,
And Hope survives the worst disease,
And Charity is more than these,
They do not understand.
Is property and land;
But why the leaves are on the trees,
And why the waves disturb the seas,
And why honey is the food of bees,
Why horses have such tender knees,
Why winters come when rivers freeze,
Why Faith is more than what one sees,
And Hope survives the worst disease,
And Charity is more than these,
They do not understand.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Tea
(also from The Elegance of the Hedgehog)
The tea ritual: such a precise repetition of the same gestures and the same tastes; accession to the simple, authentic and refined sensations, a licence granted to all, at little cost, to become aristocrats of taste, because tea is the beverage of the wealthy and of the poor; the tea ritual, therefore, has the extraordinary virtue of introducing into the absurdity of our lives an aperture of serene harmony. Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, the autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And with each swallow, time is sublimed.
The tea ritual: such a precise repetition of the same gestures and the same tastes; accession to the simple, authentic and refined sensations, a licence granted to all, at little cost, to become aristocrats of taste, because tea is the beverage of the wealthy and of the poor; the tea ritual, therefore, has the extraordinary virtue of introducing into the absurdity of our lives an aperture of serene harmony. Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, the autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And with each swallow, time is sublimed.
Morning Tea (from The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery)
I pour the tea and we sip in silence. We have never had our tea together in the morning, and this break with our usual protocol imbues the ritual with a strange flavour.
Yes, this sudden transmutation in the order of things seems to enhance our pleasure, as if consecrating the unchanging nature of a ritual established over our afternoons together, a ritual that has ripened into a solid and meaningful reality. Today, because our ritual has been transgressed, it suddenly acquires all its power; we are tasting the splendid gift of this unexpected morning as if it were some precious nectar; ordinary gestures have an extraordinary resonance, as we breathe in the fragrance of the tea, savour it, lower our cups, serve more and sip again: every gesture has the bright aura of rebirth. At moments like this the web of life is revealed by the power of ritual, and each time we renew our ceremony, the pleasure will be all the greater for our having violated one of its principles. Moments like this act as magical interludes, placing our hearts at the edge of our souls: fleetingly, yet intensely, a fragment of eternity has come to enrich time. Elsewhere the world may be blustering or sleeping, wars are fought, people live and die, some nations disintegrate, while others are born, soon to be swallowed up in turn - and in all this sound and fury, amidst eruptions and undertows, while the world goes its merry way, bursts into flames, tears itself apart and is reborn: human life continues to throb.
So, let us drink a cup of tea.
Monday, 1 March 2010
Fresh Ideas
http://www.freshideas.org.uk/
Supporting local community food projects, to make healthy food more available to local communities.
Supporting local community food projects, to make healthy food more available to local communities.
Friday, 26 February 2010
Vegetable Growing Calendar
http://www.seedtoplate.co.uk/vegetable_sowing_calendar/
It's essential to sow seeds at the right time of year to ensure healthy plants and a big crop. Visit your grow guides for the specific sowing methods you need to use for each type of veg.
It's essential to sow seeds at the right time of year to ensure healthy plants and a big crop. Visit your grow guides for the specific sowing methods you need to use for each type of veg.
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Big business leaves big forest footprints
Consumers around the globe are not aware that they are "eating" rainforests, says Andrew Mitchell. In this week's Green Room, he explains how many every-day purchases are driving the destruction of the vital tropical ecosystems.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/8516931.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/8516931.stm
Labels:
Andrew Mitchell,
ecosystems,
Green Room,
rainforest
Monday, 22 February 2010
Sustain
Sustain advocates food and agriculture policies and practices that enhance the health and welfare of people and animals, improve the working and living environment, promote equity and enrich society and culture.
http://www.sustainweb.org/
http://www.sustainweb.org/
Time to think small on climate change
Copenhagen's failure to deliver a legally binding deal has created an opportunity for individuals to fill the void left by politicians, says Sir David King. In this week's Green Room, he explains how small-scale projects can move the world towards a low carbon future.
Fleeting Moments
"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours." - The History Boys, Alan Bennett
Insomnia
Have been reading "On Guerrilla Gardening" by Richard Reynolds. This is going to be very difficult to implement within the university due its illegality. Hopefully we'll be able to get permission from a couple of colleges to cultivate some neglected land of theirs. Reynolds's book is "A handbook for gardening without boundaries." Unfortunately for this project, Oxford University likes its boundaries. Ideally, the project should be up and running by the end of Trinity in time for all the freshers of 2010/2011.
"The battle is gathering pace. Most people own no land. Most of us live in cities and have no garden of our own. We demand more from this planet than it has the space and resources to offer. Guerrilla gardening is a battle for resources, a battle against scarcity of land, environmental abuse and wasted opportunities. It is also a fight for freedom of expression and for community cohesion. It is a battle in which bullets are replaced with flowers (most of the time)." - RR
"The battle is gathering pace. Most people own no land. Most of us live in cities and have no garden of our own. We demand more from this planet than it has the space and resources to offer. Guerrilla gardening is a battle for resources, a battle against scarcity of land, environmental abuse and wasted opportunities. It is also a fight for freedom of expression and for community cohesion. It is a battle in which bullets are replaced with flowers (most of the time)." - RR
The birds have started waking up.
Labels:
birds,
freshers,
Guerrilla Gardening,
Richard Reynolds,
Trinity
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