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October 6, 2019

WB Yeats

Filed under: Ireland, Yeats — derryvickers @ 9:10 pm

If you are passionate about Yeats like me:

Then watch Bob Geldof while he is still on BBC4 Iplayer

https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b076qphj/bob-geldof-on-wb-yeats-a-fanatic-heart

Broadcast last Wednesday 2 October 2019.  Only a few days left.

But he will be back again in around 6 months.

BTW have you seen the paintings by Yeats’s brother Jack?

And a great review by the Spectator at
https://www.spectator.co.uk/2016/04/bbc4s-bob-geldof-on-wb-yeats-was-one-of-the-best-literary-documentaries-ive-seen/

September 6, 2019

The Prime Minister

Filed under: Johnson, Poetry — derryvickers @ 7:26 pm

I wanna be Prime Minister
I wanna be Prime Minister
Can I be Prime Minister?
Can I? I can?
Promise? Promise?
Yippee I’m Prime Minister
I’m Prime Minister
Dom what shall we do?

With apologies to Roger McGough

August 31, 2019

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold

Filed under: Brexit, Europe, Good Friday Agreement, Jeremy Corbyn, Johnson, Reality, The Troubles, Varadkar, Yeats — derryvickers @ 7:40 am

WB Yeats

The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

Just two examples

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2019/aug/30/no-deal-brexit-could-motivate-dissident-republicans-in-northern-ireland-says-barbara-gray

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2019/aug/31/riot-police-out-in-glasgow-as-irish-unity-march

Where is the Good Friday Agreement now.

Oddly only the US Congress may save Ireland from a Hard Border.

April 21, 2019

To Focus on a Brexit Resolution

Filed under: Europe, Good Friday Agreement, Ireland, Jeremy Corbyn, Politics, Yeats — derryvickers @ 9:45 am

I did not know how to comment on the murder of Lyra McKee in Derry last Thursday but Brian Wilson showed the way in Saturday’s Scotsman.

https://www.scotsman.com/lyra-mckee-s-murder-shows-danger-of-no-deal-brexit-in-n-ireland-brian-wilson-1-4911924

I particularly welcome: “This is not just “one issue among many” but – as I have repeatedly argued over the past couple of years – the one that must condition the whole negotiation. You cannot have a hard border within Ireland. Full stop.”

And his conclusion: “While there is no ideal solution to Brexit, there are certainly lessers of evil. There are many good reasons for real leaders to act on that principle and Irish peace is one of them.”

I am repeated reminded of Yeats ‘A Second Coming’

Let’s hope that the Good Friday Agreement remains intact.

October 27, 2018

The Second Coming – WB Yeats

Filed under: Anna Soubry, Brexit, Europe, History in the making, Italian, Poetry, Politics, Yeats — derryvickers @ 10:06 pm

La Seconda Venuta

Girando e girando in allargamento gyre

Il falco non può udire il falconiere;

Le cose cadono a pezzi; il centro non può reggere;

La mera anarchia è sciolta sul mondo,

Il sangue oscurato marea è sciolto, e ovunque

La cerimonia dell’innocenza è annegata;

La migliore mancanza di ogni convinzione, mentre il peggiore

Sono piene di intensità passionale.

 

Per leggere il resto  della poesia vedere poesia la Seconda Venuta da W B Yeats

October 7, 2018

The Cumnock Tryst.

Filed under: Music, Poetry, War, World Class — derryvickers @ 8:40 pm

 Cumnock is not an exciting place, it used to be the central town of the Ayrshire Coal Field; now no more.  However, it’s the birthplace of Sir James MacMillan and what a difference he has brought to the Town.  He created the Cumnock Tryst  five years ago and since then the Tryst opens up the Town to music and the elite come to Cumnock (rather than vice versa).  Not only the music goers but this year the Tryst was graced by Ian Bostridge.

We went to just two pieces (6 in all); the second first; a musical promenade through the rooms of Dumfries House.  The House was saved and restored with the support of Prince Charles and Alex Salmond with Scottish Government Money. The Promenade started with Nikita Naumov on double base – a young Russian who plays with the Scottish Chamber Orchestra and looked delighted at his reception today.  Then came the primary school bell ringers supported by Sirocco Wind and local singers.  The bell ringers chimed to old tunes and new from MacMillan; you may think this childish, but MacMillan takes it very seriously and it’s great that he uses his talents to bring forth kids to succeed him and in doing so becomes one source of dispelling the previous desperate state of the town and its surroundings.  The Promenade finished with five modern French pieces for woodwind from the Sirocco Wind – all young and should go far.

But the truly outstand piece was last night was an oratorio by MacMillan that will be played later this month by London Symphony Orchestra to mark the Armistice of WW1.  But that performance is unlikely to be anywhere near as exciting as last night’s.  The Oratorio text came from a WW1 Scottish poet, Charles Hamilton Sorley.  Sorley like so many other poets only lasted just 6 months into the battlefield; the text is entitled ‘All the Hills and Vales Along’.  The players were: Ian Bostridge the lead tenor, the Cumnock Tryst Festival Chorus, the Edinburgh Quarter (a group of four, two of whom regularly play with the Hebrides Ensemble), Naumov on double bass and the Sirocco Wind but the main orchestra came from the Dalmellington Band (Brass);  the mines may have closed but the Band plays on;  and how MacMillan had the Band at the core of his oratorio;  it shatters the desire of the Scottish Government to save money by deleting music education from school curricula.  There was a standing ovation and quite rightly so.

 

July 4, 2016

The Land of Lost Content

Filed under: Education, Personal, Poetry, Sustainability, War — derryvickers @ 7:44 pm

 

As a child I lived in Congleton in East Cheshire

I was able to walk and cycle freely wherever I liked.  I and my friend would be out for hours and my parents never worried.

A favourite place was up to Mow Cop.

Mow Cop

The Folly of Lost Content

though I suspect the way up has changed a lot since then.

I fear that kids can’t do that anymore.  It’s a great pity (and nothing to do with the EU)

Why do I remember this now – its because a book has just been released on A E Housman.

Housman composed a slim book of poems ‘A Shropshire Lad’.

The book was reputed to be carried by solders on the Front in WW1 and I can understand why.

However Housman also wrote the verse:

The Land of Lost Content

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

A. E. Housman

Malvern Hills

Malvern Hills like Shropshire and the Long Mynd

 

 

April 16, 2016

Lesbos and the Refugees

Filed under: Europe, History in the making, Politics, Yeats — derryvickers @ 8:57 am

The Pope visits Lesbos today, The Archbishop of Athens attends, Tsipras has little choice, Bernie Saunders crosses the Atlantic

Lesbos was quoted to have a population in 2011 of 86,436

Since the Refugee crisis started:

Lesbos has borne the brunt of the refugee influx with over 850,000 of the 1.1 million Syrians, Afghans and Iraqis who streamed into Europe last year, coming through the island

How does it manage it

Well here is quote from a resident

“Outside my door the media has turned my home into a reality show while I struggle to make a living and face huge difficulties in supporting my family. People here are slowly falling apart attempting to survive. I don’t know if I can stay here.”

Things fall apart; Lesbos  cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Yeats 1920

From the Telegraph (of all papers)

David Cameron has rejected calls for Britain to take 3,000 orphaned child refugees who have made their way to Europe amid concerns that it could encourage more of them to make the dangerous journey

At the Conservative Party conference

Britain “would be overwhelmed” if it opened its door to every refugee, Prime Minister David Cameron has said as he defended his position on how he plans to deal with the growing crisis….Mr Cameron told …in his keynote speech that he found it “impossible to get the image of that poor Syrian boy Aylan Kurdi out of my mind”. 

And yet Greece is broke

While Cameron / Osborne continue to claim the UK is booming in Europe

Even if the UK took all the refugees its population would only increase by 2%

At least one bright light – Merkel puts HER own job on the line

Germany To Strip Job Protection From Citizens To Make Room For Refugees

April 10, 2016

Codicil – Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold

Filed under: Ireland, Personal, Poetry — derryvickers @ 9:13 pm

Bob Geldof has presented WB Yeats – A Fanatic Heart on BBC 4. It is too late now to watch on the IPlayer but it will be back.
To anyone who cares about Ireland, to anyone who cares about poetry this is compulsory watching.

A classic line by Geldof

‘Die for a Cause but live for a Reason.’

And then there is Yeats own epitaph

Cast a cold eye
On life, on death
Horseman, pass by!

April 4, 2016

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold

Filed under: Europe, History in the making, Ireland, Poetry, Politics, USA, War — derryvickers @ 9:45 pm

With all the comment on the Easter Rising of 1916 in Dublin I felt a need to listen to a CD I have of WB Yeats’ poems including Easter 1916. Three of the four verses finish with the line A terrible beauty is born’. I then listened to next poem ‘The Second Coming’ and came across that well know stanza

‘Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;     Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,     The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere,     The ceremony of innocence is drowned;     The best lack all conviction, while the worst     Are full of passionate intensity.’

Well the poem’s well known to me since a guy I worked with in my first job harangued me that Yeats was the best of poets.

Interestingly I understand that Yeats ordered his published poems very carefully and he juxtaposed these two poems.

And when I look 100 years on from the Easter Rising I see that the Second Coming may be here and now. Whether we think of the Middle East, the US with the Donald, or here in the UK with Jeremy Corbyn at one extreme and the Right Ring Tories at the other with their passion to leave the EU. I am old enough to remember WWII and the thought of the EU breaking up appals me.

I am horrified that the young don’t vote; they see their vote as making no difference to what goes on in their name.

 

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