| Manley Panel on Afghanistan: Dig In or Bug Out |
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January 22, 2008 - The Manley Panel
recommends Canada remain in Afghanistan until
the local government can maintain its own
security, contingent on NATO providing
additional troops and equipment in Kandahar.
Stephen Harper appointed former Liberal
Deputy Prime Minister John Manley in October
to head the independent panel considering
Canada's future role in Afghanistan.
http://canuckpolitics.com/2007/10/12/good-pol
icy-good-politics/
Despite the report, Stéphane Dion remains
committed to the Liberal Party position that
Canada should end its combat role when it
expires in February 2009.
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| Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Leaden Echo" Poem Animation |
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Heres a virtual movie of the Victorian poet
Gerard Manley Hopkins reading his beautiful
poem "The Leaden Echo" the first part of a 2
part poem for two voices I hope to do a
complete virtual movie of this wonderful dark
poem in the near future.
The poem is read with great elequence by
Jolyon Airs Forsythe.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (28 July 1844 -- 8 June
1889), was an English poet, Roman Catholic
convert, and Jesuit priest, whose
20th-century fame established him
posthumously among the leading Victorian
poets. His experimental explorations in
prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his
use of imagery established him as a daring
innovator in a period of largely traditional
verse.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video
recording copyright Jim Clark 2008
THE LEADEN ECHO
HOW to kéep—is there ány any, is there
none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch
or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or
key to keep
Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty,
from vanishing away?
Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles,
rankéd wrinkles deep,
Dówn? no waving off of these most mournful
messengers, still messengers, sad and
stealing messengers of grey?
No there s none, there s none, O no there s
none,
Nor can you long be, what you now are, called
fair,
Do what you may do, what, do what you may,
And wisdom is early to despair:
Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done
To keep at bay 10
Age and ages evils, hoar hair,
Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, deaths
worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and
tumbling to decay;
So be beginning, be beginning to despair.
O there s none; no no no there s none:
Be beginning to despair, to despair,
Despair, despair, despair, despair.
Tags : poem animation manley hopkins keats shelley beddoes ernest dowson poetry victorian |
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| Gerard Manley Hopkins" The Leaden echo & The Golden Echo" Poem Animation two voices |
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Heres a virtual movie of Gerard Manley
Hopkins reading his dark and very very
beautiful epic poem for two voices "The
Leaden Echo" and "The Golden echo".
Gerard Manley Hopkins (28 July 1844 -- 8 June
1889), was an English poet, Roman Catholic
convert, and Jesuit priest, whose
20th-century fame established him
posthumously among the leading Victorian
poets. His experimental explorations in
prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his
use of imagery established him as a daring
innovator in a period of largely traditional
verse.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video
recording copyright Jim Clark 2008
THE LEADEN ECHO AND THE GOLDEN ECHO
(Maidens song from St. Winefreds Well)
THE LEADEN ECHO
HOW to kéep -- is there ány any, is there
none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch
or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or
key to keep
Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty,
... from vanishing away?
Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles,
rankéd wrinkles deep,
Dówn? no waving off of these most mournful
messengers, still messengers, sad and
stealing messengers of grey?
No there 's none, there 's none, O no there
's none,
Nor can you long be, what you now are, called
fair,
Do what you may do, what, do what you may,
And wisdom is early to despair:
Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done
To keep at bay
Age and age's evils, hoar hair,
Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death's
worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and
tumbling to decay;
So be beginning, be beginning to despair.
O there 's none; no no no there 's none:
Be beginning to despair, to despair,
Despair, despair, despair, despair.
THE GOLDEN ECHO
Spare!
There Ãs one, yes I have one (Hush there!);
Only not within seeing of the sun,
Not within the singeing of the strong sun,
Tall sun's tingeing, or treacherous the
tainting of the earth's air,
Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where!
one,
Oné. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know
such a place,
Where whatever's prized and passes of us,
everything that 's fresh and fast flying of
us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away
with, done away with, undone,
Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet
dearly and dangerously sweet
Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled,
not-by-morning-matchèd face,
The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too
too apt to, ah! to fleet,
Never fleets móre, fastened with the
tenderest truth
To its own best being and its loveliness of
youth: it is an everlastingness of, O it is
an all youth!
Come then, your ways and airs and looks,
locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and
grace,
Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners,
sweet looks, loose locks, long locks,
lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant, girlgrace
--
Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them,
motion them with breath,
And with sighs soaring, soaring sÃghs
deliver
Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early
now, long before death
Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty,
back to God, beauty's self and beauty's
giver.
See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the
least lash lost; every hair
Is, hair of the head, numbered.
Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly
the mere mould
Will have waked and have waxed and have
walked with the wind what while we slept,
This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded
hundredfold
What while we, while we slumbered.
O then, weary then why When the thing we
freely fórfeit is kept with fonder a care,
Fonder a care kept than we could have kept
it, kept
Far with fonder a care (and we, we should
have lost it) finer, fonder
A care kept. -- Where kept? Do but tell us
where kept, where. --
Yonder. -- What high as that! We follow, now
we follow. -- Yonder, yes yonder, yonder,
Yonder.
Tags : poem animation manley hopkins rossetti keats shelley beddoes ernest dowson patmore poetry victorian mackworth dolben thomas wyatt |
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| Carrion Comfort by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
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Carrion Comfort
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
read by Charles Bryant
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not
feast on thee;
Not untwist—slack they may be—these last
strands of man
In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I
can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not
choose not to be.
But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou
rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a
lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd
bones? and fan,
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me
frantic to avoid thee and flee?
Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie,
sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since
(seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength,
stole joy, would laugh, chéer.
Cheer whom though? the hero whose
heaven-handling flung me, fóot tród
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it
each one? That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling
with (my God!) my God.
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