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  • rogerglewis 6:57 am on November 28, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Blogging The New Free Press, 21st Century Pamphleteers. 

    Blogging as a free press has a wonderful double meaning . One it doesn’t cost anything other than the infrastructure of a computer and web connection ( we should none of us take that for granted ) ; Two the full connotations of free speech and freedom of choice.

    By reading Blogs and participating in comments discussions there is almost an 18th century Cafe society of Artists, Artisans, Activists all actors in a spreading of views regarding the Human condition.  This exchange of ideas and reading can inform us and help us to grow awareness across the spectrum of so many subjects.

    I read a number of blogs and often visit the blogs of participants in discussions in the comments sections . I highly recommend in Wikipedia always taking time to read the discussion pages which show where editing is negotiated for the main article , the little icons of BIAS or Controversy are usually clues to a wonderful discussion in the most part regarding unsettled knowledge.

    Always there are Pedants for Grammar, Punctuation or the Orthodox view seeking Dead Tree Author confirmation of the views expressed. But what is a Publishers editor and commissioning director other than an establishment censor by another name, just enough to keep the best stuff under wraps and then theres the constant battle of Gagging orders, an example where one can ruin it for all , I.E the News of The World or other main stream practices gagging what should really be said

    Anyway as a reader of the Human Condition as represented in cyberspace one Blog that I always look forward to is Guido’s Temple of the Absurd. I have read widely on the subject on which Guido is a master
    Debt Based Fiat Money. Take a Look and decide for yourself we should listen to the modern day Thomas Paines they are the 21st Century Pamphleteers and as Blake said of Thomas Paine, The Author of Common  Sense.

    Blake believed that Paine’s “Energetic Genius” led him to perform miracles: “Is it a greater miracle to feed five thousand men with five loaves than to overthrow all the armies of Europe with a small pamphlet?”
    (1)
    http://guidoromero.wordpress.com/2011/11/16/sound-money-by-bill-frezza-forbes-op-ed/#comment-2460

     • Anyone interested in a good grounding in the whys and wherefores of Debt Based Fiat Money and its historical machinations check out Guido’s Blog.

    http://guidoromero.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/tic-toc-tic-toc-to-global-war/

    There is more to money than just the bits of paper in your pocket. Money and the monetary system are upstream of all and any human dynamics bar none. The choice of monetary system is a choice between liberty and enslavement and indoctrination.

    A bon entendeur, salut!

    * If the American people (or any other people) ever allow the banks to control the issuance of their currency, first by inflation, and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all property, until their children wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The issuing power of money should be taken from banks and restored to Congress and the people to whom it belongs. I sincerely believe that the banking institutions having the issuing power of money are more dangerous to liberty than standing armies.
    (Thomas Jefferson)




    (1)  http://libcom.org/history/peter-linebaughs-new-introduction-works-thomas-paine

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  • rogerglewis 3:42 pm on November 25, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    More from Thomas Paine. 

    http://libcom.org/history/peter-linebaughs-new-introduction-works-thomas-paine#comment-455940

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    Thomas Paine Song Material
    This is simply Brilliant I have read Common Sense and thought it wonderful i have also Read unto this Last by John Ruskin who must have read Paine I am sure.this is brilliant . I read The invention of capitalism ( Michael perleman)and have started reading into the enclosures land clearances primitive accumulation and such but this is a tour de force. I found the article from wacthing the Author on a Tour of the city of london posted on ian bones Blog.

    http://ianbone.wordpress.com/2011/11/25/bash-the-rich-i-laughed-all-the-way-across-the-atlantic-peter-linebaugh/


    Thank you.
    Here lies the body of John Crow,
    Who once was high but now is low;
    Ye brother Crows take warning all
    For as you rise, so must you fall.
    The cell doors along the prison corridor of those to be guillotined were chalked the night before, but Paine’s door was not yet closed. Swung open against the wall, in the dim light it was chalked on the wrong side. When closed at the end of the evening it displayed the unchalked side the following morning, when the executioners came calling. The angel of death had passed him by.

    His first articles written in Philadelphia were on India, the focus for British imperialism, and against slavery. Britain has, he stated, done little but “rip up the bowels of whole countries for what she could get;—like Alexander she has made war her sport, and inflicted misery for prodigality’s sake. The blood of India is not yet repaid, nor the wretchedness of Africa yet requited. Of late she has enlarged her list of national cruelties by her butcherly destruction of the Caribbs of St. Vincent’s.” The reduction of India was “an extermination of mankind,” and England’s “cruelties in the East-Indies will never, never be forgotten….”

    the least fracture now will be like a name engraved with the point of a pin on the tender rind of a young oak; the wound will enlarge with the tree, and posterity read it in full grown characters.” 
    By conducting experiments using saucepans and soup bowls to extract from the soils of the stable, barn, and cellar, a treasure could be collected which “to a free people [is] more valuable than the mines of Peru or Mexico,” namely potassium nitrate

    While in London in 1758 Paine had bought a pair of globes, one terrestrial, the other celestial. He took lessons on their use from the Scottish astronomer and mechanic James Ferguson. Paine’s six months at sea had contributed to his knowledge of the stars. He knew the difference between the rotation of the earth and the revolution of the earth, and never wrote far from his globes, or far from their science.

    in his 1772 The Case of the Officers of Excise: “The rich, in ease and affluence, may think I have drawn an unnatural portrait, but could they descend to the cold regions of want, the circle of polar poverty, they would find their opinions changing with the climate.” In Crisis No. 5 (March 21, 1778) he writes: “Had it not been for America there had been no such thing as freedom left throughout the whole universe.” 

    My country is the world, and my religion is to do good”

    the FBI ordered the removal from public libraries of Howard Fast’s influential wartime biographical novel, Citizen Tom Paine, as well as his one-volume selection of Paine’s Works.

    During this aggressive formation of capitalist laissez-faire, William Ogilvie in Essay on the Right of Property in Land (1781) argued that the commons and wastes should be distributed to the poor, while James Murray’s Sermons to Asses (1768) renewed the redistribution theory of jubilee, and Richard Price’s Observations on Reversionary Payments (1771) opposed enclosure.

    Blake believed that Paine’s “Energetic Genius” led him to perform miracles: “Is it a greater miracle to feed five thousand men with five loaves than to overthrow all the armies of Europe with a small pamphlet?”

     Cornwallis instigated the “Great Gleaning Case” of 1788, in which the court in Steel v. Houghton (Mary Houghton, an agricultural laborer, gleaned on his lands in Timworth, a few miles south of Thetford) declared unequivocally against the law of Moses and centuries of customary practice by declaring that “no person has, at common law, a right to glean in the harvest field.” It was such criminalizing of customary access to the means of production and subsistence that played a decisive role in the creation of the proletariat.

    Were that pillar to sink into the earth, the same landed property would continue, and the same ploughing, sowing, and reaping would go on. The aristocracy are not the farmers who work the land, and raise the produce, but are the mere consumers of the rent; and when compared to the active world are the drones, a seraglio of males, who neither collected the honey nor form the hive, but exist only for lazy enjoyment.

    4 lines of Greek text; Ephesians 6: 12> Blake.
      
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    There was still no money about. People seemed to live without it. They also lived without the Church. I’m sorry about this but it is true … The holy time was the harvest. “Tell me your harvest bargain,” the farmer said to the harvesters. So the men chose a harvest lord who told the farmer how much they wanted to get the harvest in … We reaped by hand. You could count thirty mowers in the same field, each followed by his partner, who did the sheaving … The lord sat atop of the last load to leave the field and then the women and children came to glean the stubble … we all went shouting home. Shouting in the empty fields—I don’t know why. But that’s what we did. We’d shout so loud that the boys in the next village would shout back.
    Blake, some two centuries before, had heard something similar and in 1797 added an instrumental arrangement
    They took [the sheaves] into the wide barns with loud rejoicings & triumph
    Of flute & harp & drum & trumpet horn & clarion

    http://www.english.uga.edu/~nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/the_four_zoas.html

    John Thelwall compared the “gigantic mind of Thomas Paine” to Licinius and Gracchus, authors of the agrarian law of ancient Rome. In Agrarian Justice, Paine develops the argument that “all individuals have legitimate birthrights in a certain species of property.” Here is where he distinguishes natural from artificial property, personal property from capital. Paine asks us to consider the Indians of North America, because among them “those spectacles of human misery which poverty and want present to our eyes in all the towns and streets in Europe” do not exist. Poverty, he deduces, is man-made, created by civilization. Paine relies on his own empirical encounters with American Indians. In 1777 he led a diplomatic delegation to Easton, Pennsylvania, to meet with scores of members of the Six Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy led by Chief Last Night. The earth is “the common property of the human race,” he writes. Its cultivation without indemnification has created poverty and wretchedness. The landed interest took the property of the dispossessed, partly by “the agrarian law of the sword.”

    Uncivilization,” as he called it, produced such atrocities. “When, in countries that are called civilized, we see age going to the workhouse and youth to the gallows, something must be wrong in the system of government.” He finds that the number of poor people actually increases with the advance of so-called civilization; they are becoming “an hereditary race.”

    This is simply Brilliant I have read Common Sense and thought it wonderful i have also Read unto this Last by John Ruskin who must have read paine I am sure.this is brilliant . I read The invention of capitalism ( Michael perleman)and have started reading into the enclosures land clearances primitive accumulation and such but this is a tour de force. I found the article from wacthing the Author on a Tour of the city of london posted on ian bones Blog.
    Thank you.

     
  • rogerglewis 12:28 pm on November 24, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    The Church and the present crisis Is it relevant. 

     
  • rogerglewis 9:33 pm on November 23, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    George Loveless and the martyrs to The tides of capitalist tyranny. 

    Tolpuddel Martyrs.
    George Loveless wrote on a scrap of paper the following lines:
    God is our guide! from field, from wave,
    From plough, from anvil, and from loom;
    We come, our country’s rights to save,
    And speak a tyrant faction’s doom:
    We raise the watch-word liberty;
    We will, we will, we will be free!








    God is our guide! from field, from wave,
    From plough, from anvil, and from loom;
    We come, our country’s rights to save,
    And speak a tyrant faction’s doom:
    We raise the watch-word liberty;
    We will, we will, we will be free!




    God is our guide! from field, from wave,
    From plough, from anvil, and from loom;
    We come, our country’s rights to save,
    And speak a tyrant faction’s doom:
    We raise the watch-word liberty;
    We will, we will, we will be free!

    God is our guide! from field, from wave,
    From plough, from anvil, and from loom;
    We come, our country’s rights to save,
    And speak a tyrant faction’s doom:
    We raise the watch-word liberty;
    We will, we will, we will be free!

    http://tolpuddlemartyrs.online-today.co.uk/wewillbefree.mp3

    God is our guide! no swords we draw,
    We kindle not war’s battle fires;
    By reason, union, justice, law,
    We claim the birth-right of our sires;

    We raise the watch-word, liberty,
    We will, we will, we will be free!

    ‘We Will Be Free’ mp3 – ©Graham Moore

    http://www.bymoore.co.uk/cd2.html

     
  • rogerglewis 8:09 am on November 23, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    History as Tradgedy 

    They do say follow the trail of money and Profit is the objective of Capitalism. Is the Right to issuing the worlds money rightly in the hands of Central Banks should it be more regionalised even localised. Should the Money Power be placed back in the hands of the people or their elected representatives through public trusts. What is a Stakeholder Economy who are the stakeholders in the international Giobal economy.
    What is the Public Institute of Finance what is PositiveMoney.uk.org who the hell is Ben Bernake whats his real job?
    Who is Fredrick Soddy who is Steve Keen,David Greiber, Michael Hudson, David Harvey , Nicolas Taleb. Emanuel Kant anyone?
    What is MMT, What is FIAT money, What is Fractional reserve Banking, what really causes inflation and who benefits?
    Was Adam Smit a plagerist, who was John Stewart Milne was Karl Marx a Philiosopher Economist? Was Milton Freidman mis represented by Thatcher and Reagan?
    SO who writes the Narrative and to what purpose, If it aint broke b’don’t fix it? SO who says its not Broke. What was all the fuss about at Muscle Shoals.
    History Repeats itself first as Farce and then as Tragedy ( Karl Marx) we are up to the tragedy bit again?

    Clarification Correction.

    John Stewart Milne ( Sorry Joseph its an incorrect recollection confusing John Stewart Mill with Sir James Steurt who was another Economist as well known as and more highly regarded than Smith at the time much of Steurts ideas were watered down and re worked by Adam Smith. In The invention of Capitalism by Michael Perleman he is very thorough in his detailed analysis of Smiths plagerism of Steuart. the idea of Primative accumulation ( the Land Clearances were part of this process) adam smith was a real denier of the excesses of the ruling elite that drove people from the land into poverty to flea starvation. Steuart was much more upfront about the process and why he thought it actually necessary.
    Michael Peleman talks quite a bit about Mill too hence my incorrect recollection I read the perleman book last year must re read it.

    http://books.google.se/books?id=ZqDFKFQ … &q&f=false
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Steuart_(economist)
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Stuart_Mill

    Heres a specific Paper considering Adam Smiths Borrowings and his indebtedness to Sir James Steuart and  others.

    http://mises.org/journals/jls/9_2/9_2_1.pdf

     
  • rogerglewis 7:47 am on November 23, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Take Back money power for the people 

    Banks * Big Oil * Armements* Corporate Governemnt = Industrial Military Complex = WAR.
    Peirce the Boil take back the money power for the people!
     
  • rogerglewis 7:01 am on November 22, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    The Scorpion and the Frog on Banking Bail Outs and The Money Power. 

    I woke up this morning and found myself immediately recalling this fable it seems very apt. Johanna and I had a long chat last night before retiring to bed and discusses the Secrets of Oz and The Money Masters films and our impressions of the Swedish System the Rieksbank I think is the Oldest Central Bank in the World I think its usually said that it is the Bank of England but Sweden has some claims in that direction I must look into it further. Anyhow obviously Sweden has not gone as far down the road of destroying its own Tax base there still is a sensible progressive system here and a very active local politics. I have an inkling that Swedish politicians had this fable in mind when not joining the Euro and in respect of so much other social and economic policy. The Banks are Scorpions it is in their nature to Swindle.

    The Last Clip just insists now that Citizen Kane needs to be watched that Film and Orsonne Welles’ ostricisation from the money power elite of Hollywood due to William Randolf Hursts fit of peke at the film tells us a lot about the system Of course the Chief was also stung by the self same scorpions himself.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scorpion_and_the_Frog

    The Scorpion and the Frog is a fable about a scorpion asking a frog to carry him across a river. The frog is afraid of being stung during the trip, but the scorpion argues that if it stung the frog, the frog would sink and the scorpion would drown. The frog agrees and begins carrying the scorpion, but midway across the river the scorpion does indeed sting the frog, dooming them both. When asked why, the scorpion points out that this is its nature. The fable is used to illustrate the position that the behaviour of some creatures is irrepressible, no matter how they are treated and no matter what the consequences.
    Variations commonly include a farmer, youth, turtle, or fox in place of the frog, and a snake in place of the scorpion. The Farmer and the Viper is a specific variant that can be attributed to Aesop. There is also a variation[1][2] in which the final words of the scorpion are “It is better we should both perish than that my enemy should live.”

    [edit]Origin

    The origin and author are unknown. Variations of the fable appear in West African[3][4] and Europeanfolktales. The story is often identified with Aesop’s Fables, although only variants appear therein.[5][6]A study published in a German journal in 2011[7] points out a connection between the genesis of the fable and the tradition of the Panchatantra, a collection of animal fables dating back to India in the 3rd century BCE. Whereas the original Sanskrit work and its early translations do not contain any fable resembling The Scorpion and the Frog, an earlier version of it, The Scorpion and the Turtle, is to be found as an interpolated fable in post-Islamic variants of the Panchatantra.[8] The study suggests that the interpolation occurred between the 12th and 13th century in the Persian language area[9] and offers a constructive frame of orientation for further research on the question of the fable’s origin.

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  • rogerglewis 5:13 pm on November 19, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    JAMES ROBERTSON, Real Critical Thought.!! 

    Interviewed in the secrets of Oz i was fascinated by this Gentleman’s calm amused and bemused insights o googled and read the Wikipedia article. He reminded me of Tony Benn so I was surprised to see he had contested Bristol south West or whatever seat back in the early 70’s standing against Tony Benn.
    What a wealth of information the site is with a lot of amusing insights into so much of the difficult stuff that causes many of us to scratch our Heads. One example Horse Shit Economics ( absolutely Lovely the Chickens to thin and the Horses too Fat. Anyway here is  the link I hope others will watch both the Secrets of Oz and follow over to James Robertsons excellent Web Site.

    http://www.jamesrobertson.com/parallels.htm

     
  • rogerglewis 4:26 pm on November 19, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Secrets Of Oz. History Repeating itself 

    Bellicose Bankers eating all the pies is not a new phenomena. The flatulance of plutocratic psycopaths echoes down the ages from the Assassination of Caesar through to Today.

    This is an excellent documentary well worth Viewing a ripping story holding so many answers to why almost without exception we all feel the pinch today. The Banks are robbing us blind and our politicians are helping them watch this documentary and wonder how many such memos are circulating regarding the 40% fall in the supply of money and probably more regarding what we in the 99% see at any rate.

    Has anyone else watched the secrets of Oz. Great documentary I really enjoyed it the 1890’s have so much in common with the current times there was even a Bomb in Wall street around that time too I think. Ellen Brown is interviewed I like Ellen Brown very much
    and also follow the Public Banking Institute as well as Positive Money.org. I think Ellen is involved in the PBI as well.
    Anyway its great seasonal viewing the Wizard of Oz and the Secrets of Oz no less so I tweet5ed this link and put it on my facebook page this sort of Documentary can open peoples eyes it is very  accessible.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swkq2E8mswI

     
  • rogerglewis 10:00 am on November 16, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    On Song Writing and Poetry 

    A friend in our Guitar Club is writing the Album he always wanted to write I offered some support and encouragement with this post.

    Hi Philip,

    I really liked Sedona for me that was a favourite.

    I have been thinking a lot about the differences in Poetry and prose and the differences in Song writing.

    Heres an interesting Contrast between two Dylans both Giants of both forms for me.

    Dylan Thomas — Lament

    When I was a windy boy and a bit
    And the black spit of the chapel fold,
    (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
    I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
    The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
    I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
    Nine-pin down on donkey’s common,
    And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
    Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
    The whole of the moon I could love and leave
    All the green leaved little weddings’ wives
    In the coal black bush and let them grieve.

    When I was a gusty man and a half
    And the black beast of the beetles’ pews
    (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches),
    Not a boy and a bit in the wick-
    Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,
    I whistled all night in the twisted flues,
    Midwives grew in the midnight ditches,
    And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!-
    Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
    Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
    Whatsoever I did in the coal-
    Black night, I left my quivering prints.

    When I was a man you could call a man
    And the black cross of the holy house,
    (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),
    Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,
    No springtailed tom in the red hot town
    With every simmering woman his mouse
    But a hillocky bull in the swelter
    Of summer come in his great good time
    To the sultry, biding herds, I said,
    Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold,
    And I lie down but to sleep in bed,
    For my sulking, skulking, coal black soul!

    When I was half the man I was
    And serve me right as the preachers warn,
    (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),
    No flailing calf or cat in a flame
    Or hickory bull in milky grass
    But a black sheep with a crumpled horn,
    At last the soul from its foul mousehole
    Slunk pouting out when the limp time came;
    And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,
    Gristle and rind, and a roarers’ life,
    And I shoved it into the coal black sky
    To find a woman’s soul for a wife.

    Now I am a man no more no more
    And a black reward for a roaring life,
    (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
    Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
    I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw–
    For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
    In the coal black sky and she bore angels!
    Harpies around me out of her womb!
    [b]Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
    Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
    Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
    And all the deadly virtues plague my death![/b][u][quote][/quote][/u]
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    Early one morning the sun was shining
    I was laying in bed
    Wond’ring if she’d changed it all
    If her hair was still red
    Her folks they said our lives together
    Sure was gonna be rough
    They never did like Mama’s homemade dress
    Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
    And I was standing on the side of the road
    Rain falling on my shoes
    Heading out for the East Coast
    Lord knows I’ve paid some dues getting through
    Tangled up in blue.

    She was married when we first meet
    Soon to be divorced
    I helped her out of a jam I guess
    But I used a little too much force
    We drove that car as far as we could
    Abandoned it out West
    Split it up on a dark sad night
    Both agreeing it was best
    She turned around to look at me
    As I was walking away
    I heard her say over my shoulder
    “We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”
    Tangled up in blue.

    I had a job in the great north woods
    Working as a cook for a spell
    But I never did like it all that much
    And one day the ax just fell
    So I drifted down to New Orleans
    Where I happened to be employed
    Working for a while on a fishing boat
    Right outside of Delacroix
    But all the while I was alone
    The past was close behind
    I seen a lot of women
    But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
    Tangled up in blue.

    She was working in a topless place
    And I stopped in for a beer
    I just kept looking at her side of her face
    In the spotlight so clear
    And later on as the crowd thinned out
    I’s just about to do the same
    She was standing there in back of my chair
    Said to me “Don’t I know your name ?”
    I muttered something underneath my breath
    She studied the lines on my face
    I must admit I felt a little uneasy
    When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
    Tangled up in blue.

    She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
    “I thought you’d never say hello” she said
    “You look like the silent type”
    Then she opened up a book of poems
    And handed it to me
    Written by an Italian poet
    From the thirteenth century
    [b]And every one of them words rang true
    And glowed like burning coal
    Pouring off of every page
    Like it was written in my soul from me to you
    Tangled up in blue[/b][u][quote][/quote][/u]

    I lived with them on Montague Street
    In a basement down the stairs
    There was music in the caf,s at night
    And revolution in the air
    Then he started into dealing with slaves
    And something inside of him died
    She had to sell everything she owned
    And froze up inside
    And when finally the bottom fell out
    I became withdrawn
    The only thing I knew how to do
    Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
    Tangled up in blue.

    So now I’m going back again
    I got to get her somehow
    All the people we used to know
    They’re an illusion to me now
    Some are mathematicians
    Some are carpenter’s wives
    Don’t know how it all got started
    I don’t what they’re doing with their lives
    But me I’m still on the road
    Heading for another joint
    We always did feel the same
    We just saw it from a different point of view
    Tangled up in Blue.

    In Song writing the music fills in the gaps and tells a big part of the story lots of Lyrics make sense in a song but not on the page its a different sort of metaphor when you have music as well as words to paint your emotions. Doing what you are doing is really out there creatively Philip and most people don’t have the balls to chase the dream that you are chasing its definitely worth looking at some favourite poems and favourite songs and identifying the stylistic elements of each that you like and to see what can work as a poem and what can work as a song within the two different forms. People say Bob Dylan is a poet and to an extent I agree with that but somehow the song writing dimension comes through, no doubt there is Dylan Thomas set to Music and probably the regulation Dylan Thomas opera is out there too. For me Songs kind of grab attention in a different way to poetry the rhythms change as the poem is self contained a song essentially is an ensemble and the words and music harmonise in a different way.

    I have really thought about this post Philip and wanted to sleep on it and give the songs another listen before posting theres the makings of more than 3 great songs in what you have already posted.

    The Solitary Reaper

    BEHOLD her, single in the field,
    Yon solitary Highland Lass!
    Reaping and singing by herself;
    Stop here, or gently pass!
    Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
    And sings a melancholy strain;
    O listen! for the Vale profound
    Is overflowing with the sound.

    No Nightingale did ever chaunt
    More welcome notes to weary bands
    Of travellers in some shady haunt,
    Among Arabian sands:
    A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
    In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
    Breaking the silence of the seas
    Among the farthest Hebrides.

    Will no one tell me what she sings?—
    Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
    For old, unhappy, far-off things,
    And battles long ago:
    Or is it some more humble lay,
    Familiar matter of to-day?
    Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
    That has been, and may be again?

    Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang
    As if her song could have no ending;
    I saw her singing at her work,
    And o’er the sickle bending;—
    I listen’d, motionless and still;
    And, as I mounted up the hill,
    The music in my heart I bore,
    Long after it was heard no more.

    – William Wordsworth

    Looking forward to listening to the Album Philip Great work and I hope that the observations are helpful and encouraging I am full of admiration for what you have posted and really think you will put together something special. :td

     
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