Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The word on Saturday

The world we live in...

Anthem for Dissent

A powerful poem narrated by Splitting The Sky, performed by guitarist Ron Bankley, and compiled by aConcernedHuman. This piece is socially critical, fast paced and visually mesmerizing. The audio track was taken from the album Insurgent Sun by Ron Bankley, accompanied by related imagery, a truly poignant portrait of the world we live in.

Fink - This is the thing.....

"This Is The Thing"

I don't know if you notice anything different.
It's getting dark and it's getting cold and the nights are getting long
And I don't know if you even notice at all
That I'm long gone

And the things that keep us apart
Keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive
Keep me alone
This is the thing

I don't know if you notice anything missing
Like the leaves on the trees or my clothes all over the floor
And I don't know if you even notice at all
'Cause I was real quiet when I closed the door

And the things that keep us apart
Keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive
Keep me alone
This is the thing

And I don't know if you notice anything different
I don't know if you even notice at all

This is the thing

Alice Temple - Undone (Final song in "Dream of a Life")

Watch me fall from grace,
Disappear with no trace,
As I try to erase you.

Feel the pain and watch me bleed,
Surely this is not what I need.

Shut out everyone,
and watch me run.
Lay me under the sun
So cold I have become
Now that I have been undone

It is me you ignore
As you shut the door
I don’t deserve this pain anymore.

I know that I’m worth so much more
Than what I give credit for
It is me I need to adore.

Watch me fall from grace,
Disappear with no trace,
As I try to erase you.

Feel the pain and watch me bleed,
Surely this is not what I need.





After watching "Dream of a Life" about the life and more than tragic circumstances of the circumstances surrounding the death of Joyce Carol Vincent I am starkly reminded about our fragility.

Winter is coming....

....once again. Not so much for me, but for the ones who does (or do???)

Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson: Winter Song

Goodbye

Some people are apparently getting upset about my blog. To bring an end to this upset I decided to close this blog. I have hurt and upset people - for which I pay my price. Thats for sure.And needless to say I am sorry, but I want to do it nonetheless.

I was delighted when I was introduced to Blogging to me as a different form of expression. Starting in February of this year blogging over the last 10 months or so has helped me an awful lot to work out some personal stuff but also experience a different way of addressing issues to another audience than in a conversation or letter, email, sms, etc. In this instance it doesnt matter how real or virtual it is. It also doesnt matter who many or how few people are reading this. It is not a Blackboard or way of announcing things that should be dealt with in another way. This and other things I have learnt from it.

At this point just this: As good an outlet it has been, it also has been inlet for things getting to me. Some good, some bad. I have to close this window for now. But also learn more about blogging - legally, intellectually and psychologically. I might be back, I might not.

I d like to thank every body everybody who has followed my blog and wish you all the best for the future and good luck.

Hanno

P.S.: Welcome to the new world. And may God save you, if it is right that he should do so.... ;)

Mephistoteles

Ich bin der Geist, der stets verneint! Und das mit Recht; denn alles, was entsteht, Ist wert, daß es zugrunde geht; Drum besser wär's, daß nichts entstünde. So ist denn alles, was ihr Sünde, Zerstörung, kurz, das Böse nennt, Mein eigentliches Element.          I am the Spirit that denies! And rightly too; for all that doth begin Should rightly to destruction run; 'Twere better then that nothing were begun. Thus everything that you call Sin, Destruction - in a word, as Evil represent- That is my own, real element.

Is Love alive?

Another weekend creeps towards its inevitable end. Another November coming to an end. Another year is about to turn. Winter.

Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson: Winter Song

One of the best things about Ireland...

...are the random acts of kindness. In 20 years of experiencing and 10 years of living in Ireland to this day I am always caught by these random acts of kindness. Somebody walks up to you and does something completely unexcpected and real nice. These people can be acquaintances but preferrably they are strangers (we all are strangers almost everywhere...). For example 20 years ago I was somewhere in Ireland trying to hitchhiking home. As it was getting late afternoon that day and I didnt have money to stay somewhere I decided to take a bus. Now, there was this busstop and while I was waiting another shower (after a year in Ireland you barely notice this "moisture") soaked me but I didnt care. Anyways, some 50 yards up the road an old lady came out the house and walked to the busstop. She told me the next bus would be another hour away and invited me to her house for a cup of tea (in 1992 they didnt have these fancy coffees - and cappucino was a horse....). At the time I was wearing a black leather jacket had long hair and 6'4" (1.90m) tall. Would you let any stranger (who was also very skinny and looked very hungry) into your house? She gave me towel so i could dry my hair and we had the loviliest conversation ever.

Dont ask me what we were talking about, or what her name was or where in Ireland it was. But I will never forget this cup of tea and sandwiches she made for me. And I also remember the feeling I had when the bus arrived (we nearly had missed it, but the driver was waiting when she signalled hin to wait form the porch) and I was sitting then on the bus - warm, dry and well fed. And at that time I had not given myself the time of the day. It was the best ever.

Followed closely by the second of the Ten Best of Random acts. When I arrived in Galway in November of 1992. Being very hungry and no money in my pocket again I arrived with the bus (it really was a luxury to afford a lift when you have no money at all) and was walking with a man who I had a brief conversation with on the bus across Eyre Square. He then invited me to an early lunch (I must have looked really really hungry). Just like that.

Whenever I am seriously fed up with the home of my choice these things happen. I dont know any other place in the world where you have this. It can happen everywhere but in Ireland its part of the lifestyle. And you do it to other people as well. No big deal. it just costs you a minute of your life. or an euro or two. But it certainly makes your day. Not because you are great. F... that. No, its the randomness of it all. Or as the Irish would say:

What goes around, comes around...

another one along those lines:

Be always nice to a stranger, he could be a friend

Sadly the Irish losing it a bit. the same in the north of wales. Like Ireland "slightly" developed and the people are pissed off. And in 2011 the UB40 Song is all actual again: Money is too tight to mention... No, for oldstyle - go to the south of wales. Not that developed, not that efficient. but more human and nicer. Quality of life - the essential bit the irish lost when they started dancing around the golden calf...

Moments 2

Thanks to Summertime here is an add-on to Moments.

Shangri-Las - Past, Present And Future

(The past), past, well, now,
Let me tell you about the past.
The past is filled with silent joys,
And broken toys,
Laughing girls and teasing boys.
Was I ever in love?
I called it love.
I mean, it felt like love.
There were moments when,
Well, there were moments when...

(Present), go out with you?
Why not.
Do I like to dance?
Of course.
Take a walk along the beach tonight?
I'd love to.
But don't try to touch me,
Don't try to touch me.
'Cause that will never happen again,
Shall we dance?

Instrumental break.

(The future), tommorow?
Well, tommorow's a long way off.
Maybe someday I'll hold
Somebody's hand.
Maybe somewhere,
Someone will understand.
You know I used to sing,
"A tisket a tasket
A green and yellow basket."
I'm all packed up and I'm on my way.
And I'm gonna fall in love.
But at the moment it doesn't look good,
At the moment it will never happen again.
I don't think it will ever happen again.

PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE
Written by: Artie Butler, Jerry Leiber & George "Shadow" Morton.
Produced by: George "Shadow" Morton.
Performed by: The Shangri-Las11a2-1966.
Appears on: "Past, Present & Future" (B-side: "Paradise" 45 RPM)-1966, Teen Anguish, Vol. 2-1972* The Red Bird Story-1991*, Leader of the Pack-1992, 1999, 2003 & 2004; Myrmidons of Melodrama-1994 & 2002, The Shangri-Las Greatest Hits-19963, The Best of the Shangri-Las-1996, 1999 & 2003, The Very Best of the Shangri-Las-2000, 20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection-2002, Gold Collection: Feelin' Groovy-2004*, The Leaders of the Pack-2005, Golden Legends: The Shangri-Las-2006, The Shangri-Las Remembered-2008, et al. (*Compilation of various artists.)

Moments

everybody has them. Some more than others. Some sooner than later. Pity most of us dont notice because we were too young and too busy with something else. They are normally over in a whiff. And yet they are to die for.

No matter how much and how often you get it in the neck, you can't stop chasing them. And then they happen when you stop looking. Taking the eye off the "ball" for a moment. And thats when the moment happens...

If you look at it with business perspective you should never "invest" in enterprises like love or care. The "returns" do not justify the resources put into it, and yet - it will take split seconds once you get the the scent...

Ah sure, feck it...

On another unusual mild november evening the full moon is unusually low sitting in the sky, so close as if you could grab it. And if you bring your jumper you could be sitting at the dock of the bay and take it all in.....

Otis Redding: Sitting on the dock of the bay

The secret of successfull writing

An archaeologist who I know once said, when asked what the secret of successful writing is: Place your behind in a seat and keep it there.

I keep wondering, if he left out an important piece of information: the magic chair!

Now, that would be an artefact to have. Forget the arc of convenant, the holy grail or the magic cartpet. find me the magic writing chair.....

Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride

In another but similar (and by far not as nice) way Manfred Baron von Richthofen put it:
Success flourishes only in perseverance - ceaseless, restless perseverance.

And on another glorious day...

...on the savage coast besides writing a research design what strikes me, is how we are often humming away songs without really listening. Take a "random" musician who you might have labelled as shallow and poppy and listen to their lyrics. And then you realize, boom, heavy and deep... My lessons for today: LISTEN, WATCH, READ.

Buddy Holly & The Crickets-It Doesn't Matter Anymore

(Sweetheart wont like that, really)

Dolly Parton - 9 to 5

(Boss not happy, but he doesnt care either.... ;o)

Galwegian New Years Resolution No. 1

must be every year sworn upon by thousands of Galwegians: next year I will walk the Prom every single day..... Needless to say there are not as many who actually do it. 

On a day like today (in NOVEMBER) you simply HAVE to. Sadly I didnt bring my camera, so I borrow a picture which is close enough to capture the gloriousness and beauty of the Prom in Salthill, Galway.

Source: http://www.geograph.ie