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Friday, 31 August 2012
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
SPIRIT AND THE LETTER / DAHR AL-KITAB
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.. the priests that carried the ark of the covenant went on before them; and as soon as they came into the Jordan, and their feet were dipped in part of the water, the waters that came down from above stood in one place, and swelling up like a mountain, were seen afar off . . . but those that were beneath ran down into the sea of the wilderness, until they wholly failed. And the people marched over against Jericho; and the priests that carried the ark of the covenant of the Lord, stood girded upon the dry ground, in the midst of the Jordan, and all the people passed over through the channel that was dried up. (Joshua 3:14-17)
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
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INSPIRATION --- (RONDO A LA TURKA)
Beethoven, Third Piano Concerto, 3rd Mvt
Ravel, La Valse, Daphnis et Chloe
Monday, 27 August 2012
LONG THE AUSSIES: 'THERE'S A LOT GOING ON HERE'
'Creativity and innovation are all about matching a need to a capability'
'There's an optimism that needs to be tapped into' - Beth Comstock
Sunday, 26 August 2012
PHILOSOPHY BY A HAMER
'We will be less materialistic and more interested in things of
the spirit' - Sir Ruper "Dick" Hamer, Premier of Victoria
CURING, MOVING (AND WINNING): CORPUS MEDICORUM AND D.O.
'Everyone has a doctor in him or her; we just have to help it in its work. The natural healing force within each one of us is the greatest force in getting well' - Hippocrates
'The idea flow from the human spirit is absolutely unlimited' - Suzanne and John Francis Welch
'Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% percent perspiration' - Thomas Edison
'Our ability to imagine is as limitless as our potential to achieve' - Jeffrey Immelt
AN DIE FREUDE
WER TAKIN OVER THIS TOWN.
'A new level of confidence and power'..
'Breathing life into our lungs'
SUBTLE DISPLAY OF POWER
CLEVER, CLEVER CREAM PUFF!!!
'Over the Long Haul is Where the Profit Is' - Christopher Joye
Fantasia On A Theme
"Graduation ought not be an end,
Replacing what within we might achieve.
After all, the good that we intend
does much to serve the good that we receive".
Replacing what within we might achieve.
After all, the good that we intend
does much to serve the good that we receive".
Thomas Tallis
Saturday, 25 August 2012
RED VS BLUE TEAMS: THE "MOOT" ADVANTAGE OF DEBATING RISK
'Damn you Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots! Can’t we all just get along?” - Homer Simpson's memory
THE LARKS ASCENDING
George Meredith (1828-1909)
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv’d and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
Yet changingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which seems the very jet of earth
At sight of sun, her music’s mirth,
As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, and pierces air
With fountain ardor, fountain play,
To reach the shining tops of day,
And drink in everything discern’d
An ecstasy to music turn’d,
Impell’d by what his happy bill
Disperses; drinking, showering still,
Unthinking save that he may give
His voice the outlet, there to live
Renew’d in endless notes of glee,
So thirsty of his voice is he,
For all to hear and all to know
That he is joy, awake, aglow,
The tumult of the heart to hear
Through pureness filter’d crystal-clear,
And know the pleasure sprinkled bright
By simple singing of delight,
Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain’d,
Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain’d
Without a break, without a fall,
Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical,
Perennial, quavering up the chord
Like myriad dews of sunny sward
That trembling into fulness shine,
And sparkle dropping argentine;
Such wooing as the ear receives
From zephyr caught in choric leaves
Of aspens when their chattering net
Is flush’d to white with shivers wet;
And such the water-spirit’s chime
On mountain heights in morning’s prime,
Too freshly sweet to seem excess,
Too animate to need a stress;
But wider over many heads
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening, as it waxes thin,
The best in us to him akin;
And every face to watch him rais’d,
Puts on the light of children prais’d,
So rich our human pleasure ripes
When sweetness on sincereness pipes,
Though nought be promis’d from the seas,
But only a soft-ruffling breeze
Sweep glittering on a still content,
Serenity in ravishment.
For singing till his heaven fills,
’T is love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
And he the wine which overflows
To lift us with him as he goes:
The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine
He is, the hills, the human line,
The meadows green, the fallows brown,
The dreams of labor in the town;
He sings the sap, the quicken’d veins;
The wedding song of sun and rains
He is, the dance of children, thanks
Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks,
And eye of violets while they breathe;
All these the circling song will wreathe,
And you shall hear the herb and tree,
The better heart of men shall see,
Shall feel celestially, as long
As you crave nothing save the song.
Was never voice of ours could say
Our inmost in the sweetest way,
Like yonder voice aloft, and link
All hearers in the song they drink:
Our wisdom speaks from failing blood,
Our passion is too full in flood,
We want the key of his wild note
Of truthful in a tuneful throat,
The song seraphically free
Of taint of personality,
So pure that it salutes the suns
The voice of one for millions,
In whom the millions rejoice
For giving their one spirit voice.
Yet men have we, whom we revere,
Now names, and men still housing here,
Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
For song our highest heaven to greet:
Whom heavenly singing gives us new,
Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
From firmest base to farthest leap,
Because their love of Earth is deep,
And they are warriors in accord
With life to serve and pass reward,
So touching purest and so heard
In the brain’s reflex of yon bird;
Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
Till lost on his aërial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
Friday, 24 August 2012
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