Yeah, I think you're right; it'll have to be mainly fell running related for it to be of interest to the magazine readers. None of us probably have got the time to go back through the posts, so to nominate a couple each would probably be wise.Originally Posted by freckle
I'm sure we could find someone willing to provide a delightful background picture again too. ;-)
Fitness can't be stored. It must be earned over and over, indefinitely.
Radio 4: A Sleepwalk on the Severn by Aice Oswald, on now but catch it on Iplayer...sounds good so far and I do like her work.
..and a reminder that Simon Armitage is on The Culture Show tonight 7pm BBC2
"Simon Armitage has a rare glimpse of TS Eliot, Larkin and Hughes in the archive strand"
No country for old men.
There's a place near me called Cat Wood
Where it is too still and too quiet beneath the trees
And there is a single gravestone,
Dead centre
It be Wormstones' poem for sure
'Take the Long Way Home'
I'm looking forward to going back through and having a read, i'm not often on the forum and so often find myself going back a few pages. So much good stuff. I do wonder whether Fell Poets should have a section that allows a small number of sub threads to emerge, just to help organise it, or perhaps a webpage/blog/facebook page that allows us to easily archive our collective, original stuff without stifling the flow of conversation that makes this thread so readable.
When do we have to make our nominations to make the mag? I'm not sure i'm brave enough to nominate one of my own, but i'll gladly look for a fellrunning one or two on here to nominate.
OOP
That sounds perfect. Last time's compendium was pulled together as a team effort. Just keeping a list of the post numbers of any you find might be a good start. Make sure you've got yours on the list too. They were great.
Fitness can't be stored. It must be earned over and over, indefinitely.
Stolly had posted a few lines from this poem before so I have included a few more. I'm a big Byron fan, I compare him with Wordsworth only with "balls"! (Hes will be calling me "earthy" again now)
From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers,--they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear;
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane,--as I do here.
Lord Byron
No country for old men.
lots of good ideas here One off just need someone to organise it!
I will gladly nominate one of yours, if you could send me them i'll pick one..i seem to remember yours being in last year and being memorable?
x
and we run because we like it through the broad bright land
I absolutely adore this Alf so thank you for posting...it really resonates with a dilemma I was working through in my mind earlier...i need to do a long run on sunday and i could run with others or on my own...i really feel the need to run alone this week, not that I am anti social...but sometimes its good to go alone to clear the mind and meditate on a few things...so roll on sunday and ten glorious miles of solitariness for "there is a rapture on the lonely shore" xStolly had posted a few lines from this poem before so I have included a few more. I'm a big Byron fan, I compare him with Wordsworth only with "balls"! (Hes will be calling me "earthy" again now
From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers,--they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear;
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane,--as I do here.
Lord Byron
Last edited by freckle; 12-03-2011 at 12:19 AM.
and we run because we like it through the broad bright land
Simon Armitage has just sent his apologies, he really wishes he could be here but he is stuck on Cross Fell trying out a pair of Walshes!
In his absence I think us fell poets can turn out some reasonable verse for our favourite fell running artiste, who has a very special birthday today!
Happy birthday Hes!
Ode to Hes
They say in Masham folklore
There does exist
A maiden with a golden braid
Like some form of “fell mermaid”
Complete with mudclaws
And inky hands
She ascends and descends
the Wensleydale lands
A printmaker by trade
And worshipper of hares
She moves through the moorlands
In manner fleet and fair.
But then like a roe deer
She’s out of trace
bar a few stud marks
and the echo of a smiling face.
Ps... i have to say that one of the things I find most lovely about hes is that in every fell running photie she is smiling her head off! x
Last edited by freckle; 12-03-2011 at 01:26 AM.
and we run because we like it through the broad bright land
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