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I haven't had chance to upload anything in aaages due to the fact that my laptop (Macchiato the MacBook (I know..I'm so cool.)) was injured due to water damage (well, I say water..I mean Vodka and Lilt and Dolly-trying-to-throw-her-drink-at-me damage but hey..) three weeks ago. Now it's back and I can finally upload a back-log of photos that I would have uploaded otherwise.
I took this in the week that I spent down in London at the house before my Grandma died and because of this, I love this photo. Yes, my face may not be perfectly in focus but hey..I like the contemplative look on my face..staring off into the distance as I try and position myself in time for the flash to go off. Yes, I failed at being ready for the camera to take the picture but I like this end result.
More pictures to follow either tonight or more likely over the next few days as I have since sold the camera that this picture was taken with and got myself a new one! I love it but it was a bit of a wrench getting rid of my PEN. Thankfully it has gone to a friend so that's not so bad :)
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Here's something I wrote for this picture whilst everything was still fresh last month..
Ok, so the title of this picture is in reference to an earlier picture on here of my mother and Grandma that has the title 'Time has been stolen' (see here - www.flickr.com/photos/scottjacksonvstheworld/6101745646/i... ). The reason for this picture (the one you're looking at now) and its title is basically because I've had a few thoughts about everything since whenever and basically I believe that because of the cancer, some of the emotions you would normally feel when someone dies are gone. Because we knew that time was short and we knew that death was the better of two evils, we dealt with whatever very quickly and now, as much as I may want to, I can't seem to shed a tear. I'm obviously very sad and my mind is all over the place at the moment (talk to anyone that knows me and they will tell you I'm even worse than usual) and I actually want to just break-down and cry as I feel I owe it to her more than anything. Not that she would want that…but I want that.
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Thankfully, since writing this I have been able to shed a tear or two. The worst thing at the moment is the dreams..I keep having nightmares and she's there. And even if it's not a nightmare, if my Grandma's there in the dream, somehow I know that when I wake up she'll be gone. So when the dream is nearing it's end, I hold on for dear life, but it is of course no use. I ruin those last few moments. It's not fair because it's lovely that I get to see her in my dreams but it's also taunting me with something that can never be again. All the things I can't say.
Looking at photos of her and putting them on facebook and writing on here is weirdly therapeutic..also, I can use this time and my feelings at the moment to influence my writing at Uni..hey, we all deal with things in our own way right..?
oil on canvas, signed and dated /59; signed and titled on the reverse
32 ins X 39 ins ; 80 cm X 97.5 cm
Auction Estimate: $50,000 - 70,000
Price Realized: $59,000
(Joyner Fall Auction of Important Canadian Art- November 25, 2011)
"A Spectacular Show: Amateurs in Annie Get Your Gun", Keighley News, Saturday 18th October 1952. A review of the Keighley Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society's production of "Annie Get Your Gun".
“The delightful, lilting melodies of Irving Berlin came to the stage of the Keighley Hippodrome this week in ‘Annie Get Your Gun’, one of the most lavish and spectacular productions ever put on by the Keighley Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society… With 18 tip-top tunes and 14 elaborate stage settings the presentation was a quick-fire attraction with every member of the cast from principal to chorus giving of their best. Marian Waker, who has previously appeared in the society’s shows, was a great success in the title role… She was always full of vitality and was obviously finding as much enjoyment in the role as did the large audience at Monday night’s opening performance… As Frank Butler, Edwin Smith was the debonair character who refused to play second-fiddle to Annie. His original meeting with the girl, his annoyance at her being given top billing in the show, and his eventual reconciliation with her were all depicted in a manner near perfect.”
Keighley Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society's production of "Annie Get Your Gun" played at the Hippodrome Theatre in Keighley for six nights (and a Saturday matinee) from Monday 13th October 1952. The musical had lyrics and music by Irving Berlin, on the book by Herbert and Dorothy Fields. The audience were probably familiar with the musical as the MGM film version had only come out in the UK almost exactly two years earlier. The KAODS production was produced and directed by Douglas T. Bailey, with musical director R. Lewis Scargill.
The story is loosely based on the life of real-life sharpshooter Annie Oakley. Annie (played by Marian Walker) and her brother Jake (Dennis Crocker) meet up with 'Buffalo Bill' (Frederic W. Pye) and his Wild West Show when it visits Cincinnati. Annie's sharpshooting skills attract Bill's attention and he signs her up for the show. Annie falls in love with fellow performer Frank Butler (Edwin Smith), whose position in the show she is inadvertently usurping, leading Frank to leave the show. Indian Chief Sitting Bull (Leonard M. Stockdale) finances the show on a European tour (which, in the real world, included Keighley in its itinerary!) which is a financial disaster. Ultimately Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show combines with the show of Pawnee Bill (John H. Crabtree), which has recruited Frank. Annie and Frank settle their professional rivalry and reunite.
The show also starred Alan Shuttleworth, Frank Hopkinson, Norman Raistrick, Geoffrey Rundle, Marjorie J. Riley, Elsie Greenwell, Keith Marsden, Jean Sellars, Jesse G. Hamshaw, Anne Irving, Mary Wade, F. Bottomley, J. Street, L. Waite, J. D. Lee, A. Ridding, Janet Ogden, Eric S. Butterfield, Arthur Hague, N. Moulding, J. Derek Lee and Gwenda Binns. The dancing mistress was Irene Ogden.
The newspaper cutting was provided by Eddie Kelly in 2022.
Photograph accompanying a review of the Keighley Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society's production of "Annie Get Your Gun" in the Keighley News of Saturday 18th October 1952.
“The delightful, lilting melodies of Irving Berlin came to the stage of the Keighley Hippodrome this week in ‘Annie Get Your Gun’, one of the most lavish and spectacular productions ever put on by the Keighley Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society… With 18 tip-top tunes and 14 elaborate stage settings the presentation was a quick-fire attraction with every member of the cast from principal to chorus giving of their best. Marian Waker, who has previously appeared in the society’s shows, was a great success in the title role… She was always full of vitality and was obviously finding as much enjoyment in the role as did the large audience at Monday night’s opening performance… As Frank Butler, Edwin Smith was the debonair character who refused to play second-fiddle to Annie. His original meeting with the girl, his annoyance at her being given top billing in the show, and his eventual reconciliation with her were all depicted in a manner near perfect.”
Keighley Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society's production of "Annie Get Your Gun" played at the Hippodrome Theatre in Keighley for six nights (and a Saturday matinee) from Monday 13th October 1952. The musical had lyrics and music by Irving Berlin, on the book by Herbert and Dorothy Fields. The audience were probably familiar with the musical as the MGM film version had only come out in the UK almost exactly two years earlier. The KAODS production was produced and directed by Douglas T. Bailey, with musical director R. Lewis Scargill.
The story is loosely based on the life of real-life sharpshooter Annie Oakley. Annie (played by Marian Walker) and her brother Jake (Dennis Crocker) meet up with 'Buffalo Bill' (Frederic W. Pye) and his Wild West Show when it visits Cincinnati. Annie's sharpshooting skills attract Bill's attention and he signs her up for the show. Annie falls in love with fellow performer Frank Butler (Edwin Smith), whose position in the show she is inadvertently usurping, leading Frank to leave the show. Indian Chief Sitting Bull (Leonard M. Stockdale) finances the show on a European tour (which, in the real world, included Keighley in its itinerary!) which is a financial disaster. Ultimately Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show combines with the show of Pawnee Bill (John H. Crabtree), which has recruited Frank. Annie and Frank settle their professional rivalry and reunite.
The show also starred Alan Shuttleworth, Frank Hopkinson, Norman Raistrick, Geoffrey Rundle, Marjorie J. Riley, Elsie Greenwell, Keith Marsden, Jean Sellars, Jesse G. Hamshaw, Anne Irving, Mary Wade, F. Bottomley, J. Street, L. Waite, J. D. Lee, A. Ridding, Janet Ogden, Eric S. Butterfield, Arthur Hague, N. Moulding, J. Derek Lee and Gwenda Binns. The dancing mistress was Irene Ogden.
The newspaper cutting was provided by Eddie Kelly in 2022.
2012 - Big face lilt to the lagoon & to my surprise the branch line is still operating. I suspect the city officials are ruing the removal of the freight line to the port.
Favorite Poems Week -- Day 2
"Fern Hill" by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
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Obviously, there are enough images in this poem to choose from. This is a nostalgic poem for me, and I tried to go with a nostalgic image. I spent a lot of time growing up, creating imaginary worlds in hayfields.
I adore Dylan Thomas.
Folk 003.
Name: Lilt the Blue
Species: Alawi, the Moon Folk (Blue variety)
About the Alawi: The Moon Folk are deeply embedded in most Folk cultures. A rare and spiritually in-tune race, they are often looked to as Oracles or sages in communities. They are more in touch with the realm of spirits than almost any other race of Folk. Born on nights when the spirit world is unsettled, there are known Moon Folk, and any community possessing one is sought out by troubled individuals for miles around.
About Lilt: Even being in a race of hard-to-find folk, Lilt is an exception, as she seems to be the only Blue Moon variety of the Moon Folk. Only appearing on nights of a blue moon, Lilt guides and attends to any spirits who are troubled or need guidance. Any area she visits that night is said to be extremely prosperous, and trouble free for several months after. Some Folk and humans leave offerings on their doorstep for Lilt, sugar bread or pears, to attract her to their house, as it is said she blesses houses that do so. Hardly ever seen, she is thought of as something of a deity by most who know of her legend.
In truth, her abilities are not as godly as most think. Lilt is a quiet, humble Folk. She actually roams the world guiding spirits all year long, but on nights of a blue moon her powers are so amplified that she, for one night, can live up to her legend and clear large areas of troubled spirits. The area she ends up in on that night is actually quite random.
The fact that she is rarely seen is simply due to nearly crippling social anxiety, preferring to have a select few Folk and humans she interacts with. She is fond of pears but doesn't understand why people thinks she enjoys sugarbread.
Entia Non is a project by James McDougall.
Released on the netlabel Resting Bell, and available as a free download.
Please visit www.archive.org/details/restingbell for more info.
Hejsan ;)
So i decided to come out a lilt bit ;)
Yeah okie i have to tell some stuff first ..
I always have been ashamed to like dolls ( yes yes) and so when i opened this account i didnt want anyone i know to be able to see that it was my account yes yes ;)
However, I noticed so many wonderful people collecting dolls, like anatchim or shuga and that are very happy and open about it .. and with time passing i noticed more and more men like dollboy, fab, david, plastic and cie(and even straight men ;) yes yes ;))
and i admired them ( dont joke ;)) and thought that this new year was the right time to assume who Iam and what I like ;)
Yes I am a man and i like dolls c'est la vie ;)
OHHH AND more important Gott Nytt år !! Bonne Année !!!
FERN HILL /Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.