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Music when Soft Voices Die
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
(Shelley on Keats' death)
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Happy New Year, my friends. May it be filled with the joy that a young child feels when watching a balloon tug atop a blue ribbon. :)
Out of my comfort zone, capturing people is something I am far from accustomed to - it's a skill I feel I don't possess! But this one I like, I feel it captured the moment really well and the unknown voice can be heard...
My take on the infamous 'Voice of Fire' art installation in Canada's National Gallery. (Google it)
I've named this image so, because, it's a section of our indoor track, on which, I'm attempting to get back into running shape, and so far, well, let's just say that me and this track are 'having words'.
:)
(Haven't been around much because it's the beginning of hockey season and I'm crazy busy. Cheers everyone.)
Echo Gate, Trim, Co. Meath
Generations of Trim people recall as youngsters stopping at Trim’s Echo Gate for a shout across the Boyne towards the medieval ruins and their delight to hear their voices bounce back.
It’s a tradition that is not as common as it once was as there are many reports that the echo has disappeared...
To confirm!
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The old, less travelled road.
Texture is Bruised Ego by ghostbones/skeletalmess
VOCE DALL'ALTO,
voce di tuono,
dall'oscurità delle nubi parlami!
Voce dal basso,
voce della cavalletta,
dal verde delle piante
parlami!
Così possa la terra
essere bella.
Canto cerimoniale dei Navajo
VOICE FROM ABOVE,
voice of thunder,
speak to me from the darkness of the clouds!
Voice from below,
voice of the grasshopper, from the green of the plants
talk to me!
So may the earth
be beautiful.
Navajo ceremonial song
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Through the Wind’s Trance
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Here are the lost waves
Reaching to the shore
With the invisible craves
With what each man is for
Rasping the sands time sea
From nocturnal struggle
Forever in the night to be
As a performing obstacle
Penetrating every silence
From lost indistinct rise
Through the wind's trance
The hidden - in its disguise
Innumerable bizarre so pure
The seeds from buried earth
That to the people will lure
To give their missing - its birth
Hear the voice of the land
That chooses roots to be born
Invincible waves to understand
Between each contrasts it's torn
Circulating the current song
From numerous convey of hope
To struggle and rises so strong
Of succeeding newborn zest lope
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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn
La actitud de esta avoceta ( Recurvirostra avosetta) es clara y muy gráfica, estamos entrando en territorio de cría. La voz de alerta , una serie de "cluu-it" agudos y repetitivos nos lo está anunciando, hay que dar la vuelta y no molestar.
The attitude of this avocet (Recurvirostra avosetta) is clear and very graphic, we are entering breeding territory. The alert voice, a series of sharp and repetitive "cluu-it" is announcing it to us, we must turn around and do not disturb.
و رقمـــن لو انه مخــزن راح من بالـــك
ورقمــن اليـــآ دق في شاشتــك يا زينـــه
ما هـــــو مميــز لـــــكن غصب يحــلآلك
مـــــن حــب رآعيــه تفـــرح به و مغلينـــه
و غصبــن تبسم لو انــك بأتعـــس أحوآلك
We have put Ivar on a rationed diet because he’s gotten quite chubby. He’s starting to be more basketball shaped than kitty shaped!
Quite a few times throughout each day, he likes to loudly let us know that he has never been fed once in his entire life and is starving to death, even if he’s eaten only an hour earlier. He’s as dramatic as he is adorable!
Macro Mondays - Lockdown Song
This was a song that I first heard on the radio back in October 2020. I didn't hear who it was by or what it was called. After some online 'research' I learned it was by a singer named Celeste, who at that time I had never heard of.
Her voice is 'unique' and once heard you will always know it is her singing. The lyrics are very apt too !!
At around the same time, my grandson had got a new smartphone and knowing how much I love photography, sent me a couple of the images he had taken that day. Like music, there are some images that create an unforgettable impression and this one, in the current climate did it for me...... particularly as it went side by side with my most favourite Lockdown song to date,
'Hear My Voice' by Celeste
If you haven't heard this song, please check it out !!
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in the parc called him . he turned to them and said
' i don't know the end yet , but i'd love to dance again '
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no big glittery icons or invitations , please !
I'll be everything that I wanna be
I am confidence in insecurity
I am a voice yet waiting to be heard
I'll shoot the shot, bang, that you hear round the world
And I'm a one girl revolution.
Excuse the grain. & yes, ladies & gentlemen, I know I have a massive ass.
For some completely messed up reason I woke up before 7am this morning && I couldn't sleep for ages. When I woke up I read the paper & made lunch while texting Hannah deciding what we were going to do today.
I walked up to town - IN THE RAIN - & met Hannah while she ran some errands for her mum. Then we went back to her house & spent ages looking through cookery books before deciding to make butterfly cakes. After all that we ate butterfly cakes while watching TV with her dad & then we walked back to school while she walked Chester who seemed determined to trip me up.
My Benny had to be taken to the vets today for an x-ray because they thought that he had a piece of grass up his nose (he didn't) so because he had been sedated we were told we weren't allowed to let him out in case he collapsed somewhere. Now, for WEEKS I have been telling my parents that I hate them leaving the doors open all over the house because it makes me freezing, but they keep doing it and BENNY ESCAPED & WE CAN'T FIND HIM ANYWHERE. I love that kitty so much. He is my baby && I'm so worried for him.
So then in the evening I ate dinner with my parents (potato skins) while my brother was out at his running club, & then I watched The Little Mermaid, went outside to take photos.
I originally tried this fairy wings photo because I want to do a series with them, but it was too dark & the flash ruined it & without the flash it was too grainy. My Mom helped me take some of the fairy wing photos but it started raining so she went inside & I stayed out. My wings are now drying by the boiler. As a last resort I went & lay across our freezers.
&& then I came inside & watched TV while trying to fix this photo. Not as grainy as it originally was. The other one I took was worse.
& MY PARENTS JUST TOLD ME BENNY'S BACK.
Okay, he was totally soaked, && I towel dried him & he purred loudly & happily & then I had a long conversation with my parents in the kitchen where we discussed my birthday.
My last three birthdays haven't been great really, so I'm not bothering to celebrate them in anyway, but my Dad said ages ago that I should go out for dinner with my family so tonight my Dad said we could go anywhere I wanted, but THEN my Mom says that actually my brother has an exam the next day so we can't go out. FFS. That's not fair. They told me I could go out for lunch. Sunday lunch. Oh joy. && then they said maybe Saturday night, oh wait, no, they have a function to go to, & there is no damn way I'm going out on Friday night. Seriously. I hate birthdays. They are always so shit. Ugh. I'm feeling down now. & angry. My brother has been getting so much support for his exams from my parents (which I never got) so if we are going to go out as a family he can damn well miss out on one night of revision.
AAARGH.
I guess I'd say the same if I was my brother, but the thing is my brother doesn't even really care about revising.
Anyway, I'M GETTING MY HAIR DONE TOMORROW. YAY!!!
I need sleep. I have Eucharist tomorrow. I sing well in practises, but never as well in public. Which sucks. && then I'm going with Hannah & my Mom to get my hair done & buy presents for teachers for all the extra help they've given me. & then I have a choir concert in the evening.
Buenas Noches. (I wish more of my friends spoke Spanish because it's much easier to text in Spanish than in English.)
100/365
This beautiful Say's Phoebe was sitting on a tiny twig, in a tree and sunning itself. So glorious to see their return, signaling that Spring is near. This soft-voiced flycatcher of the West is like the other two phoebes in its tail-wagging habit; but unlike them, it often lives in very dry country, far from water. It is typical of prairies, badlands, and ranch country, often placing its nest under the eaves of a porch or barn.
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* NVIDIA Custom Resolution DSR
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For the group Macro Mondays : Thème Musical Instruments
As an instrument, the human voice produces a wide variety of pitches, offers complex tonality, and has percussive capacity.
Vocal music is probably the oldest form of music, since it does not require any instrument besides the human voice. All musical cultures have some form of vocal music.
HMM !
We saw a Q&A session given by five voice actors: Rodger Bumpass, George Lowe, Billy West, C. Martin Croker, and Jerry Winsett.