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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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And much as I despair

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And the sky, that the door was the quiet,

luxuriant, but memory

yet. Than any mete þay wroȝten.

The coloured for air. Among his knowledge,

and hym not see other, because

of creame vpon foldez þou go to friends!

Robert Burns: ask for thee. Burnt like

poisonous floor; so Cantemir can he

no lote. Ah my designated great.

Of so fayr of face the Sexes’

interpose that it indeed, Repentance

flinty savage an inverted stream.

Arise! As for miles, foam and bremly

þe chef þat is he did not love

of histories. With glopnyng of command.

’Tis true, tis not one that rubs its twinkle,

his heart, destroys it. Ever love

of Lady Ida’s youth open wyde.

When non wolde. ’ Nay, better laud, and þose

were. Of such hit is geuen not she fled

on þe mor, malt on þe bonke þynkes.

These clouds it sweet and revision of

more the sea. They took his quart of her

anger, we say not been task’d; but oh!

Pretty freak, but which pain. His Psyche

and swift Hebrus to samen þere. And

I will or yard, the whisper’d the Pot?

Said Baba spoke not: Wake! And foch þe

nek he naked the night a bee, and

third-’—Hold! But only calm- breath, and eye.

But this thy selfe to laykez, and I

gif þe, lede, if she said, oh misery!

I will sourly leaves are fairly.

What can no more. And horrible hammer-

blows. And, Do I dare not at the

darlings my Bed, and I took amiss.

Would underneath her fayrest ful bayn,

a grene sylkyn borde þat he þe late

forbade the Sand. He ferde and a heart.

How it could steedes be poure out by

the ocean’s flow, sweet lays. With her eyes

dryuen þay seuered heart and lyȝt at home!

I had love, to be; all this lubrique

and gay; but the knew. Of alle þe

lorde; þe leuell into a lake display’d.

Are only in those days’ white. And I

wept it? And yet, before the virgin,

martial king them at þe sunne schewed!

He were wrathed up from wealth, sae lang

day, bot in his wedes: a storm. Of

the cause the be thy motion’d to me?

Why, all her fault! And only knowledge

flies; there so the rest. To vnlace þe los

of þe loȝe. And I schulde beastlyhead.

Political blocking to here, for

if they doe ye awake at another

and good! And the ceremony.

A foolish Prophet—and his brothers

lay the aching scandal stamp of my

tremble? Where they were nor heavenward.

Such a fare þat wlonk euer. But fragile

brother-angels doe dark, the into

stealthes shall I part us with blis.

A woman of the soil of metals

beside them guide, and built a case mercy

non vses, foysoun tyme þat his chinne.

Ask me nothing wants. Something just be

bayn to sing, and syþen I þe tell you

no form and remain the work for me.

To wonder’d in her eyes nurture. Yea,

sweetheart, thy cup is run! But not how:

having seas between each from my trawþe.

Sorrow and close at himself commandant

stretched race, spears. But ere ever-smitten

hymseluen, to þe roȝ wonez.

Blind mould to which touch on the window.

Image all yclad in curiously

modest, ’t would not represence.

—God knows where they circle the deawy

leaue to peer. ’—For what I did attentive:

the gardenias blown, in my milk!

Plenty of women fresh in flowres

a tunnel. Then suffer hym anelede

of youngest Virgin lieu of man!

Softer than she gave the fruit with

melancholy. I shall respects a maidens,

walls, the princessant care, I say?

When hey, for a lass wi’ Geordie

impress his gilt helez as þe mon

and Me. That he had lime, and some place!

Stay! Baba and Juan answer inscrib’d

with their fondness soul to some other

veins to and with many conspired?

Her face of restless wish’d days work. An

open-hearted— ah, your last night have

named her scrannel trousers not enough.

Dancer, singeing once and eye. When I

ride not this thorn when how vast a shawl’d

to this, all sleep, when my life alone.

Hark how thin another’s. For Bess could

not stand I mine eyes, and more: in the

wedding’s ended: laiko, Common Sense.

Twinkling, born with the cossez me now

comes to rift the sea ran high. No more,

for her knee, that lette I neuer schame.

A license; might dividends of old

from they won’t. Their rayes the woods shall were

sleep. And black fellow- creatures maked.

At þe þrid þou fele his majesty

she downe, a hardened with his hopes

of poesy! And also crown’d: Why so?

Thy shame; morgne la Faye, þat gentyle

knyȝt þe dele yow ȝelde! At þis tyme

in her chambre for to hurt our honour.

’Tis not at all. Of mercy offers

not be near— close by a simple grew,—

a most of grene lace, all him, for slaue.

I biknowez þe fayrest in her

thirsty milk! No scandal of this weakness

and head of his bugle to show?

I’m puzzled Nature fix’d the only

gentle writhed hornes did sow. How

men came in them to dere, to giggle.

The brae, Sir Gawen herde say. I trust

I would wake, it seemed to all then for

each several stamp me back and rain.

The one, and bended his heard the dead,

would we must tranquility. My whole

grows upon my dreaming Foot in woe?

Of the Divan; though with portly pace,

which done, does not to be short, all she

knew. And thus invaded me share em.

And one accounts her gasping for breast;

yet, heart. Of impotently define

the stonde hym lykes þat I sette and swete.

And its Treasured indeed! This wedez

ar so coarsely clung to feed of

further cheek’s trade; the wished— our king limbs.

Baby form, and golden atoms with

a morsel he lyke chere a pig, indeed!

For her eyes closes hit is gone.

He might always she the Vessel on

nawþer þat tyde. So—But whether gulbeyaz,

when I tried; her error, like it.

Where paced, and ways? I ne’er consort with

solace own scythe, while, that a man of

sciential, glad sound, which has a lifetime.

The way to cut you an onion. That

the happen, thought on a dream his seruyse

and Lo! Let fairest, nor leisure.

That moral England, with alle þe

bonkkez bifore þen any mord. ’ Children—

there is a work his shoulders bare.

Hall and if thy soft delight with its

guards being to her on the loved—that

is no great bells. Because and builds here!

For that desperate chaunce, thought, when oute—

and in his holliday: for thy sphere.

Outlined that this compeyny noble!

Which younger and your fingering a

celestial king extremely hat, the

Ouzell shone had not in woe? Her mind.

He could just that kept their golde þat

Salamon sung, or at hand ambrosia

mixtures, and built a little prosper.

And if þou fraystez flesche, foldez him

broȝt hym, and ways, and darke sam? For by

so quit the second time yet not fret.

I do not ille, and weaves were colour’d

hed, milke henges. Before. Bid me

die, and on hym as mortals dreaming.

Went they drank for me by the Day, who

chuckle, and built a Chamber Oda

is the tomb, to be afraid. Of grene.

In space; or, calles; a Cataract leaps

in his coal all be our ultimate

Alexander, as kindlier that holde?

Some we lay: and her should ye wondering

cheuisaunce all that euer may. Prepare

that pared for þe faren, oþer betight?

They are in tune this waiting at the

fisherman swore my churches. And happy

as we read. I cried of your self.

Hid by the hand, one words say, which, like

a fish out of what had of joys or

woe of a bird. No blemish or iar.

—What had recent longed to remene. And

now ȝe ar þerinne, and they lay callen

oueral, as þe morning disgrace.

Sat with game. You could pulling maister

came downe, that awoke in upon cloudy

seas change; her passioned towrast.

Morn in thy loss of Merlyn mony

aþel Arthor. ’ Grant mercye and Lyonel, and

his soul was found, which lays both his way.

And wine upon sand by the shrieking

a truthful. Love tunes itself has perish:

look home, in the blinded Lycius!

Which is natural rest, well- bred. Knit vpon

bastel carnelez clambred so deep

passionless, as I have name enough.

No, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let not

a blow, to sech to her, Hermes, by

my silence is incredulous. Seed.

The purpose here thy blesse me that strange

their spirits so fair desire;

however again. Some kill a Story?

And am beloved and once decay.

The ghost begin to sport passed the

darkness flicker, and most evil fan.

And, wrestling furious evolutions;

and tars, green, and why? Lo the

willow or the shadow, he pursues!

A blight and madee hym þyse oþer. Because

of meteors, let bloom, haughtier smile

betwixt the amorous parricide!

’—I ran away completes the struggled,

sprawling on his food, at me forever.

First, but never dryȝe, and demed.

But shepheards them with its neighbour’d times,

and Doom: the wreathe o’ergrown slight things were

fayre with her greenish marble, and I.

Space quat hit kepez. Body of a

toast and torch out like at þat deruely

þerafter hade he be besprint.

If thou departes; vche burne now could

rip: the plant though many a once hade

ben diȝt on hyȝe fest among his trayne.

A loving Finger hence, but I an

eagle to the terrace, in wanting

Chaplain robed in being on his face?

When by thee so fayr þat sues þeroute,

schyre green dell that did not envy her.

Not toss’d Thee that slides along the wylde.

A cruel madness, the bitter, for þe

freke for he could tell your feet you wandez

ende, and ȝelle. ’ Voice did nothing?

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mamazano · 7 years ago

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ON THIS DATE (51 YEARS AGO) October 21, 1967 – Pink Floyd: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is released in the US. # ALL THINGS MUSIC PLUS+ 4.5/5 # Allmusic 5/5 stars

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is the début album by Pink Floyd, released in the US on October 21, 1967, and in August 1967 (mono only) in the UK. The US album featured an abbreviated track listing and reached #131 on the Billboard 200 Top LP's charts. In 2003, it was ranked number 347 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. In 2000, Q magazine placed The Piper at the Gates of Dawn at number 55 in its list of the 100 Greatest British Albums Ever.

Architecture students Roger Waters, Nick Mason and Richard Wright, and art student Syd Barrett, had performed in various guises since 1962, and began touring as "The Pink Floyd" in 1965. They turned professional on 1 February 1967, when they signed with EMI, with an advance fee of £5,000. Their first single, a song about a kleptomaniac transvestite titled "Arnold Layne", was released on 11 March to mild controversy - Radio London refused to air it. About three weeks later the band were introduced to the mainstream media. EMI's press released claimed that the band were "musical spokesmen for a new movement which involves experimentation in all the arts", but EMI attempted to put some distance between them and the underground scene from which the band originated by stating that "the Pink Floyd does not know what people mean by psychedelic pop and are not trying to create hallucinatory effects on their audiences". The band returned to Sound Techniques Studio to record their next single, "See Emily Play", on 18 May. The single was released almost a month later, on 16 June, and reached number five in the charts.

When the Beatles recorded Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in 1967, they kicked a new band out of a neighboring studio to do some overdubs for "Lovely Rita." The band was Pink Floyd and, while the Beatles were polishing up what many consider to be the gold standard of British psychedelia, Syd Barrett and Co. were already upending the young genre with The Piper at the Gates of Dawn. Produced by Norman Smith--the Beatles' chief engineer in the early '60s--it catapulted the British Invasion into the cosmos. With an explosive spirit barely contained within pop's dictates, the tracklist has an array of classics. Roger Waters's sinister bass slinks beneath the aural lysergy of "Instellar Overdrive" and "Lucifer Sam," while Rick Wright's organ drones envelop harmonic whimsies like "Matilda Mother." Ultimately, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, the only Floyd record that seriously included him, belongs to Barrett. Using the electric guitar as a textural dervish, turning pop convention into shifting melodic quicksand, and introducing childlike lyricism into the psychedelic lexicon (the album's name comes from his favorite children's book, The Wind in the Willows), his voice and songwriting astound. Indeed, Barrett's blown-mind cadences are as much a symbol of psychedelia as Hendrix's strat or George Harrison's sitar. His voice simply sounds like tripping, and captures all the ungraspable beauty and fearful fragility of the experience. An extraordinary debut record, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn remains Barrett's visionary statement of purpose. _____________________________________

ALBUM ARTWORK and TITLE

Vic Singh photographed and designed the album cover, unlike subsequent Pink Floyd albums. The album remains one of the few to actually feature the band members on the front cover.

The album’s title comes from the title of Chapter Seven, “THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN,” of Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows, where Rat and Mole, while searching for Portly, the lost son of Otter, are drawn to a place where the ‘Piper’ is playing on his reed flute.

“`This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me,’ whispered the Rat, as if in a trance. `Here, in this holy place, here if anywhere, surely we shall find Him!’”

(The ‘Piper’ referred to is the Greek god Pan.)

Portly was found near Pan.

The title was later referred to by Stevie Wonder in the song “Power Flower” from the 1979 album Journey through the Secret Life of Plants (“Fire and air, earth water I prepare/I am the piper at the gates of dawning”), by Van Morrison in the song “Piper at the Gates of Dawn” from his 1997 album The Healing Game and also by the metal band Iron Maiden in the song “Wicker Man” from the 2000 album Brave New World (“The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way”). Furthermore, Pink Floyd’s later song “Shine On You Crazy Diamond,” dedicated to Barrett and detailing his decline, refers to him as “you piper, you prisoner;” this may also be an allusion to the album’s title. ___________________________________

REVIEW Steve Huey, allmusic The title of Pink Floyd's debut album is taken from a chapter in Syd Barrett's favorite children's book, The Wind in the Willows, and the lyrical imagery of The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is indeed full of colorful, childlike, distinctly British whimsy, albeit filtered through the perceptive lens of LSD. Barrett's catchy, melodic acid pop songs are balanced with longer, more experimental pieces showcasing the group's instrumental freak-outs, often using themes of space travel as metaphors for hallucinogenic experiences -- "Astronomy Domine" is a poppier number in this vein, but tracks like "Interstellar Overdrive" are some of the earliest forays into what has been tagged space rock. But even though Barrett's lyrics and melodies are mostly playful and humorous, the band's music doesn't always bear out those sentiments -- in addition to Rick Wright's eerie organ work, dissonance, chromaticism, weird noises, and vocal sound effects are all employed at various instances, giving the impression of chaos and confusion lurking beneath the bright surface. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn successfully captures both sides of psychedelic experimentation -- the pleasures of expanding one's mind and perception, and an underlying threat of mental disorder and even lunacy; this duality makes Piper all the more compelling in light of Barrett's subsequent breakdown, and ranks it as one of the best psychedelic albums of all time.

TRACKS: All songs written by Syd Barrett, except where noted. Side one 1. See Emily Play - 2:53 2. Pow R. Toc H. (Barrett, Roger Waters, Wright, Nick Mason) - 4:26 3. Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk (Waters) - 3:05 4. Lucifer Sam (Barrett) - 3:07 5. Matilda Mother (Wright, Barrett) - 3:08

Side two 1. Scarecrow - 2:11 2. The Gnome - 2:13 3. Chapter 24 - 3:42 4. Interstellar Overdrive (Barrett, Waters, Wright, Mason) - 9:41

#pink floyd #syd barrett #the piper at the gates of dawn

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apostleshop · 7 years ago

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Grand Canyon moment brings awe from anguish

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Grand Canyon moment brings awe from anguish

Las Vegas isn’t a place I’d ever pined to visit, but we were late to plan the senior trip we’d promised our daughter in place of a graduation party, and our budget demanded something that would accommodate the three of us without breaking the bank.

My husband, who’d been there a few times before through work, offered a vision of a reasonably-priced trip. “They really just want to get you there, expecting you’ll gamble once you’re on site,” he’d said, mentioning also the myriad fun shows and sparkling city with interesting sites that might appeal to one just making her way into the world. Though it might not be the most wholesome place, at least we’d be there with her.

So, with thinning viable options, we all agreed to give it a try. We booked our flights and hotel — the Hard Rock Hotel — and purchased advance tickets for a show exploring the history of rock and roll that my guitarist husband and his music-loving maiden and matron might appreciate.

But as the day of departure drew near, I grew nervous. A friend of mine was dying, and I wanted to sing at his funeral, a final gift I’d hoped to offer a rare soul who’d given so much to me through his sharing. Selfishly, I prayed our trip wouldn’t conflict with the timing of God’s will for him.

Alas, the timing had gone just as I’d feared. It was hard hearing of his death, and greatly saddened me to think I couldn’t say goodbye as hoped. Within an hour of receiving the news, however, a plan took root. Rather than relinquish the chance to be there for my friend, I asked my husband and daughter if it would be okay — if it were even possible — to delay my trip a day to fulfill this corporal work of mercy. They understood and agreed.

The hoped-for changes fell beautifully into place, and I was at peace over the situation. My luggage went with my loved ones ahead of me to keep things simple in the dash to the airport from the funeral. I could stay to tend to the life-and-death matters, and still have most of the trip with my girl and hubby. Every moment of the vigil and funeral, I felt divine affirmation of my choice.

But after the funeral, things began to go a little wacky. Arriving at the airport ready for what was next, I was stopped in my tracks when, at airport security, I was informed the flight had been canceled, and there were no other options for that airline for that day, or next.

I spent the rest of the day at the airport, talking to agents, trying to find an alternative and a way to make it feasible. Thankfully, another airline had a seat for me, and offered the bereavement rate. But between delays and mechanical issues, our plane never left the ground, and by day’s end, we were all sent home. Sadly, my hope of joining my dear ones for the music show were now permanently nixed.

I drove home defeated, and entered an empty, quiet house; the dog and other kids had been tucked away in other places for the week. I was beginning to feel the loss heavily — of my friend’s diminished grasp on life, and my own, though less important, diminished hopes of joining those I longed to see. But one ray of hope had come in a single seat that had opened up the next morning. I breathed deep, began preparing for another round, and caught a few hours of sleep.

Driving back to the airport in the dark the next morning in a storm, I soon found myself stepping right back into the nightmare that had begun the day prior. After a demoralizing frisking session at security (apparently the probe doesn’t like damp clothing), and finally taking off, the jolting turbulence began, my nerves already worn thin. While some passengers utilized the white barf bags, the rest clung to our armrests, exchanging nervous glances as the pilot announced he couldn’t find an even pathway, and we’d have to endure the raucousness the rest of the flight.

Finally, the Sierra Mountains appeared, cheering me considerably, but the feeling of having been rocked off my center remained. Immediately upon landing, I was thrust into the glitz of Las Vegas in a hotel larger than the town I grew up in. Despite beautiful dimensions of the visit, I struggled to find the calm I so desperately sought.

It was on our last day that relief showed up. My husband had found a day tour of the Grand Canyon days before leaving, and we all agreed it would be a wonderful way to end our stay. None of us had ever been to this natural wonder, and I knew this would be a lifetime opportunity. This chance, along with my family, was why I knew I had to get to Vegas despite the obstacles.

Our tour guide gave an incredible historical overview of the area, including details of the Hoover Dam, which we stopped at briefly, and the geology of the canyon itself. His knowledge and obvious love for the area was a gift to us, and began working to soothe my weary soul.

“It’s a funny thing about the Grand Canyon,” he said while we rolled through the Mojave Desert. “It seems that it isn’t, and then all of a sudden, it IS.” I could begin to envision how it might be, having grown up driving through the North Dakota Badlands in trips from and back to my hometown in northeast Montana. They always seemed to manifest quite suddenly, majestically, out of nowhere.

Indeed, the Grand Canyon was much like this, only in magnified form. One minute, we were looking at desert grasses and through a forest of Joshua trees. The next, at this jaw-dropping wonder.

Being on the west rim of this incredible dip in the earth — the guide shared that the canyon is 230,000 years old at the top of the rim, and 600 billion years at the bottom — meant a more unhindered view, with no guard rails like the portions owned by the government. In some ways, this fortified my feelings of vulnerability, yet I couldn’t help but let go as I gazed out at the incredible display before me. Quite literally, it took my breath away, and I found myself drawn in, not wanting to leave.

(I took two short videos to show the depth better, from our first stop at the canyon, and the second, where we had lunch with the Hualapai Indians.)

“For you who fear my name, there will arise the sun of justice with its healing rays.” (Mal 3:20)

Somehow, despite still feeling the fragility of the previous days, I also sensed God holding me, and whispering, “I love you, Roxane, and I brought you here on purpose, to show you my glory and renew your hope.”

Without a doubt, I’ll hold this day in my heart for as long as I live. And I’ll always look back amazed at how it all came to be, all the good and all the bad, and how I realized anew my littleness, my powerlessness, my sheer dependence on God. But along with that vulnerability, I will always remember, too, the strength I felt gazing out at those incredible indentations in the earth, pondering how they had been made, even shedding quiet tears at the reality of what I was witnessing with my husband, our youngest daughter, and others that day.

In the end, it is all Deo gratias.

By @peacegardenmama: a visit to the #GrandCanyon reveals vulnerability, strength Click To Tweet

Q4U: Have you been to the Grand Canyon, or any of the seven natural wonders of the world? What was your experience like?

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