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Tri,Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
To go with your newly started mental illness thread...
With only seven thoughts,
Held in the conscious.
Make each of them your next seven steps.
Keep the doors closed to all others.
Wilfred Owen's most famous:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Dulce et decorum est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime. -
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wow...I really love some of these and you have totally captured the feel of a good fell run. The one about the horses is gorgeous!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stevie
Don't worry HHH, it is all about what would happen if Neruda's love were to forget him and he counters her saying that he would forget her too but all the meanwhile he is declaring how she draws him to her, how his heart is rooted by his love for her etc etc (something like that) definitely no erotica or naughtiness!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Damn! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
As usual X runner I adore your choice of poetry....bravo! :)
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Originally Posted by XRunner
There is a line in a song somewhere (possibly by the Waterboys) which I've never forgotten which goes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
"I will always be your friend for as long as you'll be mine"
On a not too dissimilar theme - here's one to savour...Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
‘I love you with my life – ’tis so I love you’
I love you with my life – ’tis so I love you;
I give you as a ring
The cycle of my days till death:
I worship with the breath
That keeps me in the world with you and spring:
And God may dwell behind, but not above you.
Mine, in the dark, before the world’s beginning:
The claim of every sense,
Secret and source of every need;
The goal to which I speed,
And at my heart a vigour more immense
Than will itself to urge me to its winning.
Michael Field
Now doesn't that warm ya heart? :)
Certainly does. I can even agree with the religous references for once, and put an atheist spin on it. God is well and truly behind and not above. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
I really like that sentiment. Unconditional love is pretty rare except in dogs and babies! I think most of us find it hard to keep on offering the hand of friendship if it is continually ignored or rejected but when someone offers it in a true and honest way, then it is something to be treasured & reciprocated. Talking of the Waterboys, have you heard their version of Yeats' 'Stolen Child'? Very nice.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg-oJKYIinQQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I'm listening to it as I type. Beautiful.
Blimey, I've not heard that in years. It takes me back to my school days when my musical tastes were being expanded beyond Top of the Pops.
Me too. I was just about to go to art college and was discovering some great music. I used to hang out with my friend in Burnham Beeches sketching old trees and then we'd go to the second hand record shop and buy Kate Bush, Waterboys, David Sylvian and stuff like that...this is probably more appropriate for the music thread! Have you heard an album called Now and in Time to Be? It is a compilation of songs created from poems by Yeats and has people like The Pogues, Sinead Lohan, Waterboys on it. Interesting.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Love Without Hope
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.
Robert Graves
Hes...this sounds so idyllic...wow....oh to be an artist...bit envious actually! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I've not, but I'll look it up. I can still remember amongst others the first time I heard and was gobsmacked by Enya's Sail Away (north Wales on holiday) and Chumbawamba's Rappaport's Testament (On a Sunday night in my bedroom.) The Chumbawamba song certainly isn't about fell running but has a nicely relevant repeating line which is "I crawled in the mud but I never gave up"Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Fairfield Horseshoe in the Snow
It was a grim midwinter’s day
When Billy rang me up to say:
“Grab your kit, despite the snow,
We’ll give Fairfield Horseshoe a go.”
So off we set all full of beans,
Up the Nab through Christmas scenes.
Fresh tracks made, lively banter,
Lads together, at a canter.
Even though the view soon vanished,
Thoughts of maps were quickly banished.
“A dozen times we’ve all been round.
We’ll recognise familiar ground.”
Blazing trails through the frost,
Without a thought of getting lost.
Summit reached; no soul there,
“Its us brave boys; no others dare!”
We looped on round the great horseshoe,
Map still in bag and compass too.
Then spot some stud marks on the floor,
“They’ve done an anticlockwise tour!”
“Well done to them” we all did say.
More tough souls had braved the day.
Its odd we didn’t meet them though,
But visibility is zero.
“Well that’s our navigating done!
Chase those tracks, enjoy the run.”
We sped on down, a happy group,
Certain we’d complete the loop.
Then suddenly as we descend,
Appears the sun; a long lost friend.
Delight at first, then someone blabs:
“That’s not High Pike, this one's the Nab!”
We then all twigged what this view meant:
Those tracks were ours! From the ascent!
“Our navigator’s for the sack!”
We’d not looped round, we’d come straight back!
There were no others, only us.
Silly fools. But that does,
Send a message: In the clag
Get your map out of your bag!
Blooming heck HHH! This is genius. Seriously, that is definitely one for the book. Love the story too, I think we all probably have a similar tale to tell...mine involves the Old Man of Coniston...Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
You are too kind. It is a tale I've wanted to put onto paper for many years, and this thread seemed just the right spot.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I'm not being kind, I'm genuinely impressed. I've been trying to write a longer poem about my misty run yesterday and have only got a couple lines sorted so far. Did it take you long to write? Anyway, I'm glad this thread gave you the impetus to share it. Oh dear, 0.39am and I should be in bed as I'm biking tomorrow morning. It is an addictive thread.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Luckily the little one stayed asleep long enough for me to complete it. I'd love to say that I rattled it off in 10 minutes, but it took me blooming hours in the end until I was happy with it. It certainly doesn't flow. It is great fun to do but quite a slog (much like our sport!), with half the time being the final edit.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Good luck with yours and enjoy your ride.
HHH this is such a wonderful description...i am the type that would get lost on several occassions! :D excellent verse
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Well done HHH. Absolutely brilliant. You've set me up with my first smile of the day.:):):):)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Nice one HHH, some nice rhymes there as well, I particularly like clag / bag and banter / canter. You are great inspiration to start penning some longer poems!
Not up to HHH's standard, but tripping my way up and over Monk's Moor last night and reflecting on what the hell I was doing there, I came up with this....hardly a poem, and of questionable verse, but here goes.
A Fell Runner's Prayer
In a world which craves certainty,
I seek out simplicity,
In a world which values enterprise,
I embrace emptiness,
In a world which aspires the urban-way,
I offer my soul to the fells,
In a world of cosy self-indulgence,
I long for the sanctuary of adversity,
In a world of which esteems contrivance,
I yearn for raw authenticity,
So please, let me run long, let me run silently.
two seven hour flights
upgraded to first on second
champagne tested good :cool:
arrived China safely
now it's tomorrow, I think
feels like yesterday :eek:
Amen.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Beautiful.:)
NICE guys!
Journey not too bad then DT, apart from a little jetlag? And still talking in Haiku's I see :)
Nice one Mossdog, I really like that. It works really well. It is good to know that there are people out there that think exactly like I do.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Cheers mate, it'll be worth the effort. Go for it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stevie
Body Guangzhou time.
Head Yorkshire time.
Breakfast time?
Dinner time?
Whatever time.
Its always cup of tea time.
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Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I love Scroobius Pip, ever since I heard this:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KnGNOiFll4
Would be good to go see if you're in the area.
:cool:
That sounds fantastic. I love BZ. Another time perhaps.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I was at college in London and should have gone to way much more stuff like this. I just spent every weekend heading for the hills.
This relates very nicely to "The Mythical Spirit" thread on the General forum.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
The brief was:
"The FRA is 40 years old next year. Since this forum started there has been a lot of talk about the 'spirit of fellrunning'. What is this spirit of which they talk? It is certainly not the spirit that immediate members of my family see from well over 35 years in the sport. The sport has changed, unfortunately due to modern life it cannot be as free spirited as it once was. Alot of people want things now, they need to know what they are doing in 3, 4 ,5 months time. Massive pre-entry is not in the old spirit but maybe there is a new spirit."
I don't think you could sum up the mythical spirit any better :)
I wonder if this thread is ready for charles Bukowski.....????????:D, little bit dark like etc etc
Eulogy to One Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.
Charles Bukowski
i think this is beautiful in a rather macabre way....well it sure aint robert frost !
Thanks for you kind words Stevie. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stevie
Bloody hell! The little hairs on the back of my neck are tingling after reading that very moving verse - gulp - always a marker for an excellent, evocative, poem. Thanks Freckle. Anymore of the same ilk?Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
PS. Why is the A in At a capital? Was that a typo, or am I missing something obvious (again)?
One of my favourites by the Bard of Salford, John Cooper Clarke. I've seen him several times live and if you like him and get chance to see him, go as you'll love him. Sharp and very very funny :cool:
fasten your seatbelts says a voice
inside the plane you can't hear no noise
engines made by rolls royce
take your choice
...make mine majorca
check out the parachutes
can't be found
alert those passengers
they'll be drowned
a friendly mug says "settle down"
when i came round i was gagged and bound
...for Majorca
and the eyes caress
the neat hostess
her unapproachable flip finesse
i found the meaning of the word excess
they've got little bags if you wanna make a mess
i fancied Cuba but it cost me less
...to Majorca
(Whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue mediteranean)
they packed us into the white hotel
you could still smell the polycell
wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells
the waiter smelled of fake Chanel
Gaulois... Garlic as well
says if i like... i can call him "Miguel"
...well really
i got drunk with another fella
who'd just brought up a previous paella
he wanted a fight but said they were yella'
...in Majorca
the guitars rang and the castinets clicked
the dancer's stamped and the dancer's kicked
it's likely if you sang in the street you'd be nicked
the double diamond flowed like sick
mother's pride, tortilla and chips
pneumatic drills when you try to kip
...in Majorca
a stomach infection put me in the shade
must have been something in the lemonade
but by the balls of franco i paid
had to pawn my bucket and spade
next year I'll take the international brigade
...to Majorca
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Originally Posted by Mossdog
Moss Dog, this is really meaningful and I like it a lot. I love the last line...I feel that way too. Finding out what is important in life, feeling in harmony with nature but also in awe and putting humanity back into perspective.