SOME USELESS INFORMATION: Meanings of WORDS.
FLUKY: Having the nature of a fluke. Lucky, chance. Eg a fluky shot in billiards. Here s wishing all my cyberspacers ... Have a fluky day!
TAXIN: A poisonous resinous compound, obtained from the leaves and berries of the yew.
TARBOOSH: A brimless, tasselled felt cap as worn by Turks and Egyptians.
FEZ: A town in Morocco. Moslem. Low tapering cap of red felt, flat topped with a tassell.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Jung, Titles for Pictures. From- JUNG Dreams.
The Awakening of the sleeping Queen as depicted as a judgement of Paris, with Hermes as a psychopomp-Thomas Aquinas (pseud.), "De alchimia". Melusina, two headed Melusina: mermaid with mask- Eleazar, Uraltes chymiches Werk. 1760. The tail-eater (Uroborus) as the prima materia of the alchemical process, with the red and white rose, the flos sapientum. Below, conuincto solis et lunae, with the lapis philosophorum as the sun. Jacob s dream - watercolour by William Blake. The scala lapidis, representing the stages of the alchemical process - Emblematical Figures of the Philosopher s Stone. (MS 17th cent). Mercurius tricephalus as Anthropos. Below is the blindfolded man led by an animal. Kelley, Tractatus de lapide philosophorum. Christ as a shepherd-mosaic, mausoleum of Galla Placidia, Ravenna. The soul as guide, showing the way-watercolour by William Blake for Dante's, Purgatorio, Canto IV. The six planets united in the seventh, Mercury depicted as the Uroboros, and the red white (Hemaphroditic) dougle eagle. Thomas Aquinas (pseud).'De alchemia" MS 16th Cent. The seven gods of the planets in Hades - Mylius, Philosophia reformata (1622) Mercurius in the philosopher s egg, (the alchemical vessel). as filius he stands on the sun and moon, tokens of his dual nature. The birds betoken spiritualiztion, while the scorching rays of the sun ripens the homunculus in the vessel - Mutus liber 1702. . . . . . . More later. Blo Ban *
The story of Iron John contd. Chapter 3.
Then the king s son left the forest, and walked by beaten and unbeaten paths ever onwards until at last he reached a great city. There he looked for work, but could find none, and he had learned nothing by which he could help himself. At length he went to the palace, and asked if they would take him in. The people about court did not know what use they could make of him, but theyliked him and told him to stay. At length took him into his service, and said he might carry wood and water, and rake the cinders together.
Chapter 4.
Once when it happened that no one else was at hand, the cook ordered the boy to carry food to the royal table, but because the boy did not want his golden hair to be seen, he kept his tarboosh on. Such a thing as that had never happened in the king s presence and he said "When you come to the royal table you must take your tarboosh off." He answered: "Ah Lord, I cannot, I have a sore place in my head". The king called the cook up. scolded him, and demanded how he could have taken such a boy as that into his service, and told him to fire the boy, and get him out of his castle.
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The story of Iron John contd. Chapter 3.
Then the king s son left the forest, and walked by beaten and unbeaten paths ever onwards until at last he reached a great city. There he looked for work, but could find none, and he had learned nothing by which he could help himself. At length he went to the palace, and asked if they would take him in. The people about court did not know what use they could make of him, but theyliked him and told him to stay. At length took him into his service, and said he might carry wood and water, and rake the cinders together.
Chapter 4.
Once when it happened that no one else was at hand, the cook ordered the boy to carry food to the royal table, but because the boy did not want his golden hair to be seen, he kept his tarboosh on. Such a thing as that had never happened in the king s presence and he said "When you come to the royal table you must take your tarboosh off." He answered: "Ah Lord, I cannot, I have a sore place in my head". The king called the cook up. scolded him, and demanded how he could have taken such a boy as that into his service, and told him to fire the boy, and get him out of his castle.
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
SONG OF THE SOUL The Prophet, Kahil Gibran
In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song-a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment, it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips
How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether,
To whom shall I sing It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fever of
Harsh ears.
When I locks into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow,
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glitterin stars, my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
It is a song composed bycontemplation,
And publishe by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
Abd repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love,
What Cain of Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine,
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin s secret,
What strings could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the signing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak about the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?
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In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song-a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment, it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips
How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether,
To whom shall I sing It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fever of
Harsh ears.
When I locks into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow,
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glitterin stars, my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
It is a song composed bycontemplation,
And publishe by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
Abd repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love,
What Cain of Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine,
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin s secret,
What strings could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the signing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak about the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?
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Saturday, January 26, 2008
WILD PEACHES by Elinor Wylie
When the world turns completely upside down
You say we ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore
Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore
We ll live among wild peachtrees, miles from town,
You ll wear a coonskin cap and I a gown
Homespun, dyed butternut s dark gold color.
Lost like your lotus-eating ancestor,
We ll swim in milk and honey till we drown.
The Winter will be short, the Summer long,
The Autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,
Tasting of cider and scuppernong;
All seasons sweet, but Autumn best of all.
The squirrels in their silver fur will fall
Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.
The Autumn frosts will be upon the grass
Like bloom on grapes of purple-brown and gold.
The misted early mornings will be cold;
The little puddles will be roofed with glass
The sun, which burns from copper into brass,
Melts these at noon and makes the boys unfold
Their knitted mufflers; as full as they can hold,
Fat pockets dribble chestnuts as they pass.
Peaches grow wild, and peaches can live in clover;
A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year;
The Spring begins before the winter s over.
By February you may find the skins
Of garter snakes and water moccasins
Dwindled and harsh, dead white and cloudy-clear
3
When April pours the colors of a shell
Upon the hills, when every little creek
Is shot with silver from the Chesapeake
In shoals new-minted by the ocean swell
When strawberries go begging, and the sleek
Blue plums lie open to the blackbird's beak
We shall live well-we shall live very well.
The months between the cherries and the peaches
Are brimming cornucopias which spill
Fruits red and purple, somber bloomed and black;
Then down rich fields and frosty river beaches
We'll trample bright persimmons, while we kill
Bronze partridge; speckled quail, and canvasback.
4
Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones
There's something in this richness that I hate.
I love the look, austere, immaculate,
Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.
There's something in my very blood that owns
Bare hills, cold silver on a sky of slate
A thread of water churned to milky spate
Streaming through slanted pastures fenced with stones
I love those skies, thin blue or snowy gray,
Those fields sparse-planted, rendering meager sheaves;
That Spring, briefer than apple-blossom's breath,
Summer, so much too beautiful to stay,
Swift autumn, like a bonfire of leaves,
And sleepy winter, like the sleep of death.
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When the world turns completely upside down
You say we ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore
Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore
We ll live among wild peachtrees, miles from town,
You ll wear a coonskin cap and I a gown
Homespun, dyed butternut s dark gold color.
Lost like your lotus-eating ancestor,
We ll swim in milk and honey till we drown.
The Winter will be short, the Summer long,
The Autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,
Tasting of cider and scuppernong;
All seasons sweet, but Autumn best of all.
The squirrels in their silver fur will fall
Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.
The Autumn frosts will be upon the grass
Like bloom on grapes of purple-brown and gold.
The misted early mornings will be cold;
The little puddles will be roofed with glass
The sun, which burns from copper into brass,
Melts these at noon and makes the boys unfold
Their knitted mufflers; as full as they can hold,
Fat pockets dribble chestnuts as they pass.
Peaches grow wild, and peaches can live in clover;
A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year;
The Spring begins before the winter s over.
By February you may find the skins
Of garter snakes and water moccasins
Dwindled and harsh, dead white and cloudy-clear
3
When April pours the colors of a shell
Upon the hills, when every little creek
Is shot with silver from the Chesapeake
In shoals new-minted by the ocean swell
When strawberries go begging, and the sleek
Blue plums lie open to the blackbird's beak
We shall live well-we shall live very well.
The months between the cherries and the peaches
Are brimming cornucopias which spill
Fruits red and purple, somber bloomed and black;
Then down rich fields and frosty river beaches
We'll trample bright persimmons, while we kill
Bronze partridge; speckled quail, and canvasback.
4
Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones
There's something in this richness that I hate.
I love the look, austere, immaculate,
Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.
There's something in my very blood that owns
Bare hills, cold silver on a sky of slate
A thread of water churned to milky spate
Streaming through slanted pastures fenced with stones
I love those skies, thin blue or snowy gray,
Those fields sparse-planted, rendering meager sheaves;
That Spring, briefer than apple-blossom's breath,
Summer, so much too beautiful to stay,
Swift autumn, like a bonfire of leaves,
And sleepy winter, like the sleep of death.
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Iron John Chapter 3.
Then the king's son left the forest, and walked by beaten and unbeaten paths ever onwards until at length he reached a great city. There he looked for work, but could find none, and he had learned nothing by which he could help himself. At length, he went to the palace and asked if they would take him in.The people about court did not know what use the could make of him, but they liked him, and told him to stay. At length the cook took him into his service, and said he might carry
wood and water, and rake the cinders together.
Iron John Chapter 4
Once when it happened that no one else was at hand, the cook ordered the boy to carry the food to the royal table, but because the boy did not want his golden hair to be seen, he kept his tarboosh on. Such a thing as that had never happened in the king's presence, and he said "When you come to the royal table you must take your cap off". He answered "Ah Lord, I cannot, I have a sore place on my head." The king called the cook up, scolded him, and demanded how he could have taken such a boy as that into his service; and told him to fire the boy and get him out of his castle.
Iron John Chapter 5
The cook however, had pity on the youngster and exchanged him for the gardener s boy.
Now the boy had to set out plants in the garden,and water them, chop with hoe and spade, and let wind and bad weather do what they wished.
Once in Summer when he was working in the garden by himself, it got so hot that he pulled his head covering off, so that the breeze would cool his head. When the sun touched his head, his hair glowed andblazed out so brightly that beams of sunlight went all the way into the bedroom of the king s daughter, and she leapt up to see what that could be. She spied the boy outside and called to him "Boy, bring me a batch of flowers!" He quickly put his tarboosh back on, picked some wild flowers for her, and tied them in a bunch. as he started up the stairs with them, the gardener met him, and said, "What are you doing bringing the king s daughter such ordinary flowers1 get moving and pick another bouquet, the best we have and the most beautiful."
"No, no", the boy answered, the wild flowers have a stronger fragrance and they will please her more."
When the boy walked into the king s daughter s room, she said, "Take Your headthing off, it isn't proper for you to wear it in my presence."
He replied, "I don't dare do that, I have the mange you know."
She however grabbed the tarboosh and yanked it off; his golden hair tumbled down round his shoulders, and it was magnificent to look at. He started out the door at a run but she held him by the arm and gabe him a handful of gold coins. He took them and left, but took no stock in them; in fact he brought the coins to the gardener and said, "I'm giving these to your children - they can use them to play with."
The next day the king's daughter again called the boy to her and told him to bring her some more wild flowers. When he walked in, she reached for his little hat and would have torn it away, but he held onto it with both hands.
Once more she gave him a handful of gold coins, but he refused to keep them and gave them to the gardener as playthings for his children.
The third day things went the same way: she couldn't manage to get his hat off and he wouldn't accept the gold coins.
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Then the king's son left the forest, and walked by beaten and unbeaten paths ever onwards until at length he reached a great city. There he looked for work, but could find none, and he had learned nothing by which he could help himself. At length, he went to the palace and asked if they would take him in.The people about court did not know what use the could make of him, but they liked him, and told him to stay. At length the cook took him into his service, and said he might carry
wood and water, and rake the cinders together.
Iron John Chapter 4
Once when it happened that no one else was at hand, the cook ordered the boy to carry the food to the royal table, but because the boy did not want his golden hair to be seen, he kept his tarboosh on. Such a thing as that had never happened in the king's presence, and he said "When you come to the royal table you must take your cap off". He answered "Ah Lord, I cannot, I have a sore place on my head." The king called the cook up, scolded him, and demanded how he could have taken such a boy as that into his service; and told him to fire the boy and get him out of his castle.
Iron John Chapter 5
The cook however, had pity on the youngster and exchanged him for the gardener s boy.
Now the boy had to set out plants in the garden,and water them, chop with hoe and spade, and let wind and bad weather do what they wished.
Once in Summer when he was working in the garden by himself, it got so hot that he pulled his head covering off, so that the breeze would cool his head. When the sun touched his head, his hair glowed andblazed out so brightly that beams of sunlight went all the way into the bedroom of the king s daughter, and she leapt up to see what that could be. She spied the boy outside and called to him "Boy, bring me a batch of flowers!" He quickly put his tarboosh back on, picked some wild flowers for her, and tied them in a bunch. as he started up the stairs with them, the gardener met him, and said, "What are you doing bringing the king s daughter such ordinary flowers1 get moving and pick another bouquet, the best we have and the most beautiful."
"No, no", the boy answered, the wild flowers have a stronger fragrance and they will please her more."
When the boy walked into the king s daughter s room, she said, "Take Your headthing off, it isn't proper for you to wear it in my presence."
He replied, "I don't dare do that, I have the mange you know."
She however grabbed the tarboosh and yanked it off; his golden hair tumbled down round his shoulders, and it was magnificent to look at. He started out the door at a run but she held him by the arm and gabe him a handful of gold coins. He took them and left, but took no stock in them; in fact he brought the coins to the gardener and said, "I'm giving these to your children - they can use them to play with."
The next day the king's daughter again called the boy to her and told him to bring her some more wild flowers. When he walked in, she reached for his little hat and would have torn it away, but he held onto it with both hands.
Once more she gave him a handful of gold coins, but he refused to keep them and gave them to the gardener as playthings for his children.
The third day things went the same way: she couldn't manage to get his hat off and he wouldn't accept the gold coins.
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Friday, January 25, 2008
Song by Klipstein and Krumpacker. Snow and Swarts and as before.
My little island girl
My little island girl
I m going to stay with you
And we wont worry what to do
We won t have to catch any trains
And we won t go home when it rains
We ll gather hibiscus flowers
For it won t be minutes but hours
For it won t be hours but years
And the morning
And the evening
And noontide
and night
Morning
Evening
Noontime
Night
T. S. Eliot
Lines to Ralph Hodgson ( Five Fingers Exercise)
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson!
(Everyone wants to know HIM)
With his musical sound
And his Baskerville Hound
Which, just at a word from his master
Will follow you faster and faster
And tear you from limb to limb.
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson
Who is worshipped by all waitresses
(They regard him as something apart)
While on his palate fine he presses
The juice of the gooseberry tart.
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson!
(Everyone wants to know HIM).
He has 999 canaries
And round his head finches and fairies
In jubilant rapture skim
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson!
(Everyone wants to meet him.
T. S. Eliot
... .. How unpleasant to meet Mr Eliot!
With his features of clerical cut
And his brow so grim
And his mouth so prim
And his conversation, so nicely
Restricted to What Precisely
And if and perhaps and but
How unpleasant to meet Mr Eliot!
With a bobtail cur
And a porpentine cat
And a wopsical hat:
How unpleasant to meet Mr Eliot!
(Whether his mouth be open or shut)
T. S. Eliot
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Ques: What does the abbreviation D n C stand for
and where did it get its name from?
Answer: Dilatation and Cutterage. The French man
who invented the procedure!
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Dejection an Ode by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From Verses VI and VII:
For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine,
And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
But now afflictions bow me down to earth:
Nor I care that they rob me of my mirth;
But Oh! Each visitation
Suspends what Nature gave me at birth
My shaping spirit of imagination.
For not to think of what I needs must feel
But to be still and patient, all I can;
And haply by abstruse research to steal
From my own nature all the natural mine-
This was my sole resource, my only plan
Till that which suits a part infects the whole,
And now is almost the habit of my soul . . . .. .
Verse VII. . .
Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,
Reality s dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind,
Which long has raved untouched.What a scream
Of agony by torture lengthened out
That lute sent forth!Thou wind that rav'st without
Bare crag or mountain tairn, or blasted tree,
Or pine-grove whither woodman never clomb.
Or lonely house, long held the witches' home,
Methinks were fitter instruments for thee,
Mad Lutanist! Who in this month of showers,Of dark brown gardens and peeping flowers,
Makest Devil s yule, with worse than wintry song
The blossoms, buds, and timorous leaves among,
Thou Actor, perfect in all tragic sounds!
Thou mighty Poet, e'en to frenzy bold!
What tellest thou now about?
Tis of the rushing of an host in rout,
With groans of trampled men, with smarting wounds-
At once they groan with pain and shudder with the cold!
But Hush! There is a pause of deepest silence!
And all that noise, as of a rushing crowd,
With groans and tremulous shudderrings-all is over-
It tells another, with sounds less deep and loud!
And tempered with delight,
As Otway's self had framed the tender lay,-
Tis of a little child
Upon a lonesome wild.
Not far from home, but she hath lost her way:
And now moans low in bitter grief and fear,
And now screams loud, and hopes to make her father hear.
*** *** ***
Words and their Meanings:
SUCCOUR: Verb, To help. Help, relief, support, given to one in difficulty or danger. Auxilliary troops, reinforcements.
VOUCHSAFE: To undertake that it is safe, to condescend to grant, to give as an act of grace, eg "Can you VOUCHSAFE ME a few minutes of conversation; I think he might have at least vouchsafed an answer.
A WOODCOCK is what or who ....... A CLUE: Scientific Name- Scolopax rusticula. Answer for next time!
Signing off Blossom the Basil burger s Doll!
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My little island girl
I m going to stay with you
And we wont worry what to do
We won t have to catch any trains
And we won t go home when it rains
We ll gather hibiscus flowers
For it won t be minutes but hours
For it won t be hours but years
And the morning
And the evening
And noontide
and night
Morning
Evening
Noontime
Night
T. S. Eliot
Lines to Ralph Hodgson ( Five Fingers Exercise)
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson!
(Everyone wants to know HIM)
With his musical sound
And his Baskerville Hound
Which, just at a word from his master
Will follow you faster and faster
And tear you from limb to limb.
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson
Who is worshipped by all waitresses
(They regard him as something apart)
While on his palate fine he presses
The juice of the gooseberry tart.
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson!
(Everyone wants to know HIM).
He has 999 canaries
And round his head finches and fairies
In jubilant rapture skim
How delightful to meet Mr Hodgson!
(Everyone wants to meet him.
T. S. Eliot
... .. How unpleasant to meet Mr Eliot!
With his features of clerical cut
And his brow so grim
And his mouth so prim
And his conversation, so nicely
Restricted to What Precisely
And if and perhaps and but
How unpleasant to meet Mr Eliot!
With a bobtail cur
And a porpentine cat
And a wopsical hat:
How unpleasant to meet Mr Eliot!
(Whether his mouth be open or shut)
T. S. Eliot
*** *** ***
Ques: What does the abbreviation D n C stand for
and where did it get its name from?
Answer: Dilatation and Cutterage. The French man
who invented the procedure!
*** *** ***
Dejection an Ode by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From Verses VI and VII:
For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine,
And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
But now afflictions bow me down to earth:
Nor I care that they rob me of my mirth;
But Oh! Each visitation
Suspends what Nature gave me at birth
My shaping spirit of imagination.
For not to think of what I needs must feel
But to be still and patient, all I can;
And haply by abstruse research to steal
From my own nature all the natural mine-
This was my sole resource, my only plan
Till that which suits a part infects the whole,
And now is almost the habit of my soul . . . .. .
Verse VII. . .
Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,
Reality s dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind,
Which long has raved untouched.What a scream
Of agony by torture lengthened out
That lute sent forth!Thou wind that rav'st without
Bare crag or mountain tairn, or blasted tree,
Or pine-grove whither woodman never clomb.
Or lonely house, long held the witches' home,
Methinks were fitter instruments for thee,
Mad Lutanist! Who in this month of showers,Of dark brown gardens and peeping flowers,
Makest Devil s yule, with worse than wintry song
The blossoms, buds, and timorous leaves among,
Thou Actor, perfect in all tragic sounds!
Thou mighty Poet, e'en to frenzy bold!
What tellest thou now about?
Tis of the rushing of an host in rout,
With groans of trampled men, with smarting wounds-
At once they groan with pain and shudder with the cold!
But Hush! There is a pause of deepest silence!
And all that noise, as of a rushing crowd,
With groans and tremulous shudderrings-all is over-
It tells another, with sounds less deep and loud!
And tempered with delight,
As Otway's self had framed the tender lay,-
Tis of a little child
Upon a lonesome wild.
Not far from home, but she hath lost her way:
And now moans low in bitter grief and fear,
And now screams loud, and hopes to make her father hear.
*** *** ***
Words and their Meanings:
SUCCOUR: Verb, To help. Help, relief, support, given to one in difficulty or danger. Auxilliary troops, reinforcements.
VOUCHSAFE: To undertake that it is safe, to condescend to grant, to give as an act of grace, eg "Can you VOUCHSAFE ME a few minutes of conversation; I think he might have at least vouchsafed an answer.
A WOODCOCK is what or who ....... A CLUE: Scientific Name- Scolopax rusticula. Answer for next time!
Signing off Blossom the Basil burger s Doll!
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Monday, January 21, 2008
Iron John. Chapter 2. When the Wild Man had reached the dark forest once more,he took the boy from his shoulders, put him down on the earth and said "You will never see your mother or father again, but I will keep you with me for I have set you free, and I feel compassion for you. If you do everything as I tell you, all will go well. I have much and treasure, more than anyone else in the world." The Wild Man prepared a bed of moss for the boy to sleep on, and in the morning took him to a stream. "Do you see this golden spring? It is clear as crystal, and full of light. I want you to sit beside it and make sure nothing falls into it, because if tthat happens it will wrong the spring. Ill return each evening to see if you have obeyed my order." The boy sat down at the swpring s edge Occasionally he glimpsed a golden fish or a gold snake, and he took care to let nothing fall in. But as he sat there, his wounded finger was so painful that without intending to, he dipped it into the water, He pulled it out instantly, but saw that his finger had turned to gold, and no matter how much he washed it, the washing did no good. Iron John came back that evening and said "Anything happen with the spring today?" The boy held his finger behind his back to jeep Iron John from seeing it, and said "No, nothing at all." 'Ah youv e dipped your finger in the spring !"said the Wild Man.We can let it pass this once, but don t let it happen again."Early the next morning the boy sat again at the spring, watching over it. His finger still hurt and after a whike he ran his hand up through his hair. One hair alas, came loose from his head and fell into the spring.He immediately reached down and pulled it out, but the hair had already turned to gold.
The moment Iron John returned, he knew what had happened. "Youv e let a hair fall into the spring. I ll allow it this time but if it happens a third time it will dishonour the spring, and you will not be able to stay with me any longer."
The third day as he sat by the spring, he was determined no matter how much his finger hurt him, not to it move.Time passed slowly and he began glazing at the reflection of his face in the water. Hr got the desire to look straight into his own eyes, and in doing this, he leaned over further and further. All at once his long hair fell down over his forehead and down into the water. He threw his head back, but now all his hair, every bit, had turned gold and it shone as if it where the sun itself. Now the boy was frightened! He took out a kerchief and covered his head so that the wild man wouldn t know what had happened. But when Iron John arrived home, he knew immediately. "Take the kerchief of your head", he said. The golden hair came tumbling over the boy's shoulders, and the boy had to be silent.
"You cant stay here any longer because you didnt make it through the trial. go out into the world now what poverty is. I see no evil in your heart, however, and I wish you well, so I ll give you this gift: Whenever you are in trouble, come to the edge of the forest and shout "Iron John, Iron John!" I ll come to the edge of the forest and help you. My power is great, greater than you belive, and I have gold and silver in abundance."
The moment Iron John returned, he knew what had happened. "Youv e let a hair fall into the spring. I ll allow it this time but if it happens a third time it will dishonour the spring, and you will not be able to stay with me any longer."
The third day as he sat by the spring, he was determined no matter how much his finger hurt him, not to it move.Time passed slowly and he began glazing at the reflection of his face in the water. Hr got the desire to look straight into his own eyes, and in doing this, he leaned over further and further. All at once his long hair fell down over his forehead and down into the water. He threw his head back, but now all his hair, every bit, had turned gold and it shone as if it where the sun itself. Now the boy was frightened! He took out a kerchief and covered his head so that the wild man wouldn t know what had happened. But when Iron John arrived home, he knew immediately. "Take the kerchief of your head", he said. The golden hair came tumbling over the boy's shoulders, and the boy had to be silent.
"You cant stay here any longer because you didnt make it through the trial. go out into the world now what poverty is. I see no evil in your heart, however, and I wish you well, so I ll give you this gift: Whenever you are in trouble, come to the edge of the forest and shout "Iron John, Iron John!" I ll come to the edge of the forest and help you. My power is great, greater than you belive, and I have gold and silver in abundance."
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Story of Iron John. Chapter 1.
There was once upon a time, a king, who had near his castle an enormous forest, in which wild animals of all sorts lived. one day he dispatched a hunter into those woods to take a deer, but the hunter did not return. "Something went wrong out there" said the King, and the next day he sent two more hunters out to search for the first but te they did not return either. On the third day, he called all is huntsmen in, and said :Scour that entire forest and stay at it until you ve found all three of them". Not a one of those hunters ever returned, and morever, the pack of dogs that went with them never returned either. No one after that dared to enter the forest, and let it be in its deep stillness and solitude. Only now and then an eagle or a hawk flew over it. This situation went on for years, and then one day a strange hunter appeared who wanted some work to do, and he offered to set foot for the dangerous woods. The king however refused to consent, saying, "It is not safe in there". I have a feeling that you will end up like the others, and this is the last we ll see of you." The hunter replied: 'Sire I m well aware of the risk, and fear is somethig I pay no attention to." The hunter took his dog with him and walked into the forest. It wasnt long before the dog picked up the scent of game and went in pursuit, but he hardly run three steps before he stood at the edge of a deep pool and could go no further. a naked arm reached out of the water, grabbed hold of him, and pulled him down. When the hunter saw that, he went back to the castle, got three men. who came with pails, and they bucketed out the water.When they got down to the ground they saw a wild man lying there whose body was brown as rusty iron. his hair hung down from his head and all over his face and all the way down to his knees. The tied him with cords and led him back to the castle. At the castle there was great astonishment over the wild man, and the king had him locked up in an iron cage that he had placed in the court yard and he forbade anyone on pain of death, to open the locked door. He gave the key into the keeping of the queen. Once that had been done, people could go safely into the forest once more. The king had an eight year old son, who one day was playing in the courtyard, and during that play his golden ball fell down into the cage. the boy ran to the cage and said "Give me my golden ball". "Not until you ve opened the door for me", the man anawered. "Oh no" said the boy, "The king wont let me", and he ran away. The next day the boy returned and asked for his ball again. The Wild Man said, "If you open the door", but the boy would not. On the third day while the king waws out hunting, the boy came once again and said "Even if I wanted to, I couldn t open the lock because I dont have the key".The Wild Man said "The key is under your mother s pillow, you can retrieve it." The boy, who really did want his ball back. threw caution to the wind, went into the castle, and got the key. the cage door was not easy to open and the boy pinched his finger. When the door stood open, the Wild Man walked through it, gave the boy the golden ball and hurried away. The boy suddenly felt great fear, he shouted and cried out after him "Wild Man, if you go away, they will beat me!". The Wild man wheeled round, lifted the boh onto his shoulders, and walked with brisk steps into the forest. When the king returned, he noticed the empty cage, and enquired of the queen how the Wikd Man had gotten loose.She knew nothing about it, went to check the key, and found it gone. She called the boy, but got no answer. The king sent a search party out into the fields, but they did not find the boy. It wasnt difficult to guess what had happened, and great grief and mourning settled on the royal house. End of Chapter 1. hope all you guys out there in MY cyberspace enjoy Chapter 1 of The Story of Iron John! Yours, Blossom from Bedfordview.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
My first blog...
Today I have entered the cyber world and have decided to start blogging.... watch this space!
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