Freckle it's been bugging me for ages. There are a number of films and videos with lady robots is your avatar from Bjork ?.
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Freckle it's been bugging me for ages. There are a number of films and videos with lady robots is your avatar from Bjork ?.
Tri-Mind i have my race least upto June sorted out if you wanna see it
ageing hound awaitsQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
in the dark for the list of
this year's club races
Starting with High Cup Nick
After that i think I'll pick
A 26 mile trog
Through the Allendale bog;
The romantic schmaltz
Of the Anniversary Waltz.
Windy Gyle
Will make me smile,
The Chevy Chase and
Borrowdale Fell Race
I may well fail,
But I might try Wasdale
And I'll have to do
The Langdale Horseshoe
Adding to the fatigue
There's the club league -
A minimum of seven,
Lake District heaven.
And come December I'll abide
On dear old Simonside.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjAoBKagWQAQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
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Sunday 21st Febuary- Ilkley Moor
14th March- Ian Roberts
20th march-Yr Aran
28th march- Lads Leap
3rd april- Pendle/Rivington Pike
14th April- Herod Farm
24th April- Aniiversary Wa (Big Target- FRA champs)
3rd May-Coiners (Big Target-FRA champs)
8th May-Belmont Winter Hill (Manchester champs so important but not as important as FRAs)
14th May-Churn Milk Chase
19th May Blackstone Edge
31st May- Shutlingsloe (Big Target-Fra Champs.
Yeah TT that would be great as if people on the thread are doing some of the same races we can say hello because as of yet i have not met a single person.So that would be great.
come on the run out from hayfield on thursday the 20 something of januaryQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
http://forum.fellrunner.org.uk/showthread.php?t=10248
Don't know if i feel confident enough for then as not been well and lost some fitness. But i will be at the Anni waltz. I will keep an eye on your page to see what your doing and when i feel like i'm back to fitness i'll post you is that o.k. ?.
Well im doing the juniors at anni waltz....but anytime you want a run round near me il happily show you around no matter how slow or steadyQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
That's nice cheers TT.
I'm never that organised, so most pre-entry races are off the list for starters. Planning on doing the steeper Kendal Winter League races, then Anniversary Waltz, but after that will drop into more of the BOFRA races (Alva of course) or midweek Lakes and Dales ones. I've already booked the day off for Rydal.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I'm doing the Bob Graham in June so weekends wil be spent recceing or on longer fell races / LDWA events. Got below penciled in:
Next Sat Hebden
Feb Ilkley Moor as its local and Wadsworth Trog
Mar Howarth Hobble
April Calderdale Hike
May Fellsman (possibly)
Races will be mid-week faves for a bit of variety
I've also got two weeks in April in Shanghai plus a week or so in South America still to be organised in Feb
hmmm - Hoping for BGR next year. If you fancy some recceing company...I'll be needing and would appreciate the experience!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Whey il see you at ilkley adnd wadsworth then DT...if you are reccying leg 3 or4 give us a shout
tough Ilkley Moor run
frozen tussocks melting snow
one brown hare fleeing
OW and TT plus any other fell poets, it'd be good to have some like-minded company on BG recces :)
Sunday running blues
Snow lies languidly, carefree
Slush filled mudclaws.
Now for a real poem...
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
Pablo Neruda
THose last two lines are just awesome....i think i might want that on my gravestone or something...will you all come and wail at my funeral in a very dramatic fashion? in a way only artistes do?Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Slightly morbid thoughts there freckle! :eek: Been overdoing the Plath again? ;):D
A bit of Armitage anyone?
I am very bothered
I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab
when I held a pair of scissors by the blades
and played the handles
in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;
then called your name, and handed them over.
O the unrivalled stench of branded skin
as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,
then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked,
the doctor said, for eternity.
Don't believe me, please, if I say
that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,
of asking you if you would marry me.
Simon Armitage
The Mad Woman hates them all
The Mad Man most of all
The Mad Man runs to the hills
But in the Mad House
He stays
Yeap, like it Stolly. But personally, I find a run to the hills cures me of such 'ills', if only temporally. But on the same theme...Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
Claybury Hospital Approach
by: Anne Rees (1952- )
The planetrees must know madmen, madwomen -
Planted a century ago. November's
Sun blazes embers
Redly through eye corners, "You too
Are human, even if you're mad.", sun says.
As do the planes. Perhaps psychosis
Makes one's fright of oneself worse?
But the planes line the avenue stiffly, obstinately:
"This is humanity." they say.
"And happiness in Claybury." their sockets sticking
With bare needles like knitting,
They've seen sufferers find peace
Since bindings in wet sheets,
Now it is tablets, ECT, injections.
There's no apology, there is routine.
Sunset's red, redder than nervous terror
Don't be afraid, alone:
Blow up the crisp-packet of dark id
Clap it smacked! Health is that bit further
Off. Planes root in the present and insist on happiness.
Like the crisp packet metaphor too:D
Not really a poem this one but anyhow,
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter whether you're a lion or a gazelle,when the sun comes up, you'd better be running. :cool:
Nice one Scott. Good to see you today. That looks pretty poetic to me.Quote:
Originally Posted by scott baistow 93
You could do this with it......
Every morning in Africa,
A gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must outrun
The fastest lion
Or it will be killed.
Every morning in Africa,
A lion wakes up.
It knows it must run
Faster than the slowest gazelle,
Or it will starve.
It doesn't matter whether
You're a lion or a gazelle,
When the sun comes up,
You'd better be running.
Ahh yeah nice one Al ;):)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Some William Wordsworth for a Sunday evening:
On Freckles First Ascent to Helvellyn
INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,
Thou hast run aloft, and gazed
From the watch-towers of Helvellyn;
Awed, delighted, and amazed!
Potent was the spell that bound thee
Not unwilling to obey;
For blue Ether's arms, flung round thee,
Stilled the pantings of dismay.
Lo! the dwindled woods and meadows;
What a vast abyss is there!
Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows,
And the glistenings--heavenly fair!
And a record of commotion
Which a thousand ridges yield;
Ridge, and gulf, and distant ocean
Gleaming like a silver shield!
Maiden! now take flight;--inherit
Alps or Andes--they are thine!
With the morning's roseate Spirit,
Sweep their length of snowy line;
Or survey their bright dominions
In the gorgeous colours drest
Flung from off the purple pinions,
Evening spreads throughout the west!
Thine are all the coral fountains
Warbling in each sparry vault
Of the untrodden lunar mountains;
Listen to their songs!--or halt,
To Niphates' top invited,
Whither spiteful Satan steered;
Or descend where the ark alighted,
When the green earth re-appeared;
For the power of hills is on thee,
As was witnessed through thine eye
Then, when old Helvellyn won thee
To confess their majesty!
Hi there just taking a break from the ironing of uniforms....aye its an exciting life being mamma freckle....
X runner you are too kind in your adaptations...sometimes I wonder if you are checking whether I am still paying attention! :D...i attempted to run up hellvelyn once with my very resilient brother, suffice to say i didn't run all of it!...
anyhoo, thank goodness for other more inspired fellpoets out there!!!!....
comon Harry you didn't think I would let it pass did ya?
Mr Howgill the most modest
A gentleman you would meet
Excels at Firbank Fell
Now I am sure DT or the others can come up something better but just wanted to say "well done Harry!!!!!!"..... :)
this is nothing to do with fells...just a little bit of my heritage
A northumbrian folk song
Come here, maw little Jacky,
Now aw've smoked mi backy,
Let's hev a bit o' cracky,
Till the boat comes in.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a fishy when the boat comes in.
Here's thy mother humming,
Like a canny woman;
Yonder comes thy father,
Drunk - he cannot stand.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a haddock when the boat comes in.
Our Tommy's always fuddling,
He's so fond of ale,
But he's kind to me,
I hope he'll never fail.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a bloater when the boat comes in.
I like a drop mysel',
When I can get it sly,
And thou, my bonny bairn,
Will lik't as well as I.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a mackerel when the boat comes in.
May we get a drop,
Oft as we stand in need;
And weel may the keel row
That brings the bairns their bread.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a salmon when the boat comes in.
Hes, here is some more information about your hares.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I suspect most of the words for the hare are hapax legomenon.
I've got loads of lego men here if you ever need one.Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
http://www.bananeira.net/stories/arc...8_legoboy4.jpg
I could be wrong but i think this has been posted before by Nightingale, anyway I read this today and it made me think of the weightlessness we associate with a sense of freedom generally...and how wonderful a sensation that it....
High Flight
John Gillespie Magee Jr
Oh! I have slippedthe surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Nice thought freckle, i heard it refered to as 'flow', when every action seems effortless, get that feeling on a run sometimes, but not often enough:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
But i agree, it's a wonderful sensation while it lasts, bit like writing poetry, it either flows, or it doesn't.
Good morning all! Have a wonderful day! :)
No sense of direction
Vernon Scannell
I have always admired
Those who are sure
Which turning to take,
Who need no guide
Even in war
When thunders shake
The torn terrain,
When battalions of shrill
Stars all desert
And the derelict moon
Goes over the hill:
Eyes chained by the night
They find their way back
As if it were daylight.
Then, on peaceful walks
Over strange wooded ground,
They will find the right track,
Know which of the forks
Will lead to the inn
I would never have found;
For I lack their gift,
Possess almost no
Sense of direction.
And yet I owe
a debt to this lack,
A debt so vast
No reparation
Can ever be made,
For it led me away
From the road I sought
Which would carry me to -
I mistakenly thought -
My true destination:
It made me stray
To this lucky path
That ran like a fuse
And brought me to you
Tri didn't know where to look as the Fell Poets Society Summer Picnic got a little out of hand !!!.
{Anyone fancy a bit of a caption contest no prizes though just for a laugh.Has to be Poetry thread related}
very good tri! and if I remember rightly, the song was appropriately called 'Go Wild in the Country'!Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I'll bring the cucumber sandwiches (crusts removed of course).
Now back to work.....
In Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, the poet and mathematician Lewis Carroll tells a tale of a mouse's tail using a long-tail-shaped arrangement of words. Such a poem--which is offered in the shape of its subject--is called a concrete poem. A more general category is visual poetry--in which the shape of the poem in some general way relates to the meaning of the poem.
"Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing.
"It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?" And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this :
Here is a more colourful concrete poem:
http://www.schools.pinellas.k12.fl.u...lt/rainbow.gif
Evening....Interesting and informative X Runner, thank you :)Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Is anybody out there?
A code poem
The life that I have is all that I have
And the life that I have is yours.
The love that I have of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have,
Yet death will be but a pause,
For the peace of my years in the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
- Leo Marks
Couple of good un's from freckle today:cool:
Not sure this morning's No Sense of Direction is good for fellrunning though:eek::D