Jul. 18th, 2017

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It is lunch club day so at ten Phil will be picking me up and we shall be driving down to Brighton. I also have a fashion store visit there which i shall do after the lunch. I might even get over to Hove to see Julian.
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Have you ever cheated at a test? If so, how did you feel afterward? Did you get away with it? If not, what kept you from doing it?

What ,if any,is your biggest, most ambitious goal in life (that you truly plan on fulfilling)? What are you doing to accomplish this goal?

What's one thing you regret not doing in your life (that you had the opportunity to do but didn't)? Why did you pass it up? Do you think your life would have been different if you had done it?
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Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] ghost_light - Hope you had a great day.

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Another great lunch club day done. Beers at the Post and Telegraph, a Spoons pub in Brighton, and then lunch at Bella Italia. Afterwardi did a mystery shop in a fashion shop within the indoor mall.


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Inside Bella Italia.

It was just the four of us today as Graeme had to be in Ireland. But he will be back for the August one.
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Many many years ago when i did Open University one of the second level courses i took was on The Enlightenment. A fascinating area of history and arts. One of my favourite painters from that period is Caspar David Friedrich whom was an 19th-century German Romantic landscape painter and generally considered the most important German artist of his generation.

His forte was the contemplation of nature, in which he seeked to convey a subjective, emotional response to the natural world. Friedrich's paintings characteristically set a human presence in diminished perspective amid expansive landscapes, reducing the figures to a scale that, according to the art historian Christopher John Murray, directs "the viewer's gaze towards their metaphysical dimension"

So here are a couple of my favourites -




Wanderer above the Sea of Fog
c. 1818
Medium Oil-on-canvas
Dimensions 98.4 cm × 74.8 cm (37.3 in × 29.4 in)
Location Kunsthalle Hamburg, Hamburg, Germany




Two Men Contemplating the Moon, Galerie Neue Meister, 1819/20
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Time for some music methinks - rhythm masters motoric rock -


Can - Mushroom



More CAN here )


Enjoy.
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I have not done one of these for awhile -


Amalia

Poem by Friedrich Schiller



Angel-fair, Walhalla's charms displaying,
Fairer than all mortal youths was he;
Mild his look, as May-day sunbeams straying
Gently o'er the blue and glassy sea.

And his kisses!--what ecstatic feeling!
Like two flames that lovingly entwine,
Like the harp's soft tones together stealing
Into one sweet harmony divine,--

Soul and soul embraced, commingled, blended,
Lips and cheeks with trembling passion burned,
Heaven and earth, in pristine chaos ended,
Round the blissful lovers madly turn'd.

He is gone--and, ah! with bitter anguish
Vainly now I breathe my mournful sighs;
He is gone--in hopeless grief I languish
Earthly joys I ne'er again can prize!



The Erl-King

Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe





WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.

"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."

"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
Full many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."

"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Erl-King now breathes in mine ear?"
"Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy deceives;
'Tis the sad wind that sighs through the withering leaves."

"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night their glad festival keep,
They'll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."

"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Erl-King his daughters has brought here for me?"
"My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."

"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ."
"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
Full sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last."

The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child;
He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread,--
The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead.




2.

fr om a translation by
Edwin Zeydel



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Who rides so late where winds blow wild?
It is the father grasping his child;
He holds the boy embraced in his arm
He clasps him snugly, he keeps him warm.


"My son, why cover your face in such fear?"
"O don't you see the ErlKing near?
The ErlKing with his crown and train!"
"My son, the mist is on the plain."


"Sweet lad, o come and join me, do!
Such pretty games I'll play with you;
On the shore gay flowers their colors unfold
My mother has made you a garment of gold."


"My father, my father, o can you not hear
The promise the ErlKing breathes in my ear?"
"Be calm, stay calm my child, lie low
In withered leaves the night winds blow."


"Will you, sweet lad, come along with me?
My daughters shall care for you tenderly;
In the night my daughters their revelry keep,
They'll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep."


"My father, my father, o can you not trace
The ErlKing's daughters in that gloomy place?"
"My son, my son, I see it clear
How grey the ancient willows appear."


"I love you, your comeliness charms me, my boy
And if you're not willing, then force I'll employ!"
"Now father, o father, he's seizing my arm
The ErlKing has done me the cruelest harm!"


The father shudders, his ride is wild
In his arms he's holding the shivering child
He reaches home with toil and dread.
In his arms, the child was dead.

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