Guest 710- Registered: 28 Feb 2011
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Maybe a little something for everyone from everyone?
But, for today;there is this...
TfL tackles tube etiquette with poetry...
With a week of 'poetiquette' recitals at busy stations, Transport for London aims to change behaviour that can cause delays
http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2013/sep/30/transport-for-london-poetry-etiquette-commutersIgnorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
Guest 710- Registered: 28 Feb 2011
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Thoughts upon October, early...
As I opened up my Bookmarks
to click the link and visit here today
little did I realise it'd lead to remarks
from out a novel fog of dark dismay...
Though I greet each day full-joyous
today all threads were marked as read
[there's strength in what don't destroy us]
so, I sought again, my log-in word
And so the first blow was struck
the first test of might and main
the new assay of grit and pluck
a torture-trial of wit and brain...
This morning; ages-long awaited
I, with less than warmth anticipate
I'd assumed 'eagerness' outdated
no sense that it was growing late
Whether over rapids ride one
or paddle-pump through slack
ever-onward hurtle, hither-yon
ever-forward no-how ever back
From mile-stone to millstone
is but a single pace
from brim-full onto brimstone
on, the whole of nature race...
Ah well, tea-break's over...
so its back upon the head
life's banks' awash with clover
for alls not over till your dead.
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
howard mcsweeney1- Location: Dover
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try reading that on the central line platform at mile end tom, will go down like a lead balloon, my experience over many decades using the underground is that it is every person for themselves.
Guest 710- Registered: 28 Feb 2011
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#2 Has nothing to do with the tube Howard.
It begins with what happened to me here this very morning, and with wider matters related to today.
P.S.
I have had to log-in again just now, something that until today I have only had to do once, at the beginning.
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
howard mcsweeney1- Location: Dover
- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
- Posts: 62,352
i had log in problems over the weekend after the forum had gone offline while chris ran his security checks but all back to normal now tom, no doubt yours will do the same.
Guest 710- Registered: 28 Feb 2011
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Oh well, Tuesday's teething troubles are behind me: The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold, as they say, and it has overturned the order of the soul.* [I am getting used to the fact of turning 60 on Tuesday gone.
]
Today is poetry day, and the kids have got in on the act...
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/oct/03/national-poetry-day-live-blog
*Those words are from the Leonard Cohen song:The Future...
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P.S.
A snipit from The Guardian's 'Corrections and Clarifications column has cheered me up no end...
"A report on Mia Farrow hinting, in an interview, that her son Ronan's father may be her late ex-husband Frank Sinatra rather than her ex-partner Woody Allen (Mamma Mia - but who's the daddy?, 3 October, page 24) said Sinatra would have been 78 at the time of Ronan's conception. In fact he would have been
just 71."
That '
just' tickles me more than enough.
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
Brian Dixon
- Location: Dover
- Registered: 23 Sep 2008
- Posts: 23,940
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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1.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Copied from Poems of Alfred Tennyson,
J. E. Tilton and Company, Boston, 1870
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