Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 02 Aug 09 - 04:29 AM Poem 115 of 230: SUNDAY CRICKET AND BERRIES - SUMMER 2000 From a bus (ninety-eight - Bury to Manchester), I got off at the gate Of Hamilton Road Park, Where in situ I ate Several blackberries (The taste too good to wait), Before making my way To a further park-gate, From where briefly I watched How Stand's cricketers rate. From http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 01 Aug 09 - 06:13 AM Poem 19 of 230: JET With time-based rail passes, As many youths still do, I caught the trains through Europe - A good time it was, too. But, late one night that summer, I ran full-on in vain, Through quiet streets in Paris, To catch the London train. And, at that Paris station, They closed the doors throughout, For cleaning through the morning, Insisting - stragglers out. So it was that a few of us Spent the night on the street, And, I do declare to you, It left young me dead beat. Yet there are many stragglers, Within the human domain, Spending all their nights as such - While others own a plane! From http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 31 Jul 09 - 05:47 AM Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS If there is a good thing, From the Second World War, It's that most peoples learnt To conquer lands no more. In Africa, Asia, And the Pacific, too: Post-war independence - Steps only bigots rue. But for some indigenes, Outnumbered much-too-much, It has all come too late For liberty, as such. So 'tis in Australia, And America's sites, Where the best now, I think, Is to respect land rights. From http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Smokey. Date: 30 Jul 09 - 05:47 PM Too right, P O'B, and to suggest it when you're a foreign guest in this country is just plain batty, or at least highly illogical. Sorry WaV, but it just doesn't make sense.. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 30 Jul 09 - 05:32 AM you like the world AND your country being multicultural. The world and my country is multicultural, WAV - that's the point; to even suggest it should be otherwise is inhumane. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 30 Jul 09 - 05:09 AM Poem 22 of 230: HIGH HOUSEBOAT When in India, I headed north For the Himalaya. Up, by train then bus, To Kashmir - It was much cooler, thus. Stayed there on Dahl Lake, By Srinagar - For my tight-budget's sake. 'Twas a houseboat room: Run down, low cost - But there I felt no gloom. A solo mother - She had four kids - Was the floor-manager. At dawn, her daughter - The eldest one - Brought me food and water. I washed with bucket, Ate scrambled eggs - As good as one could get. From Dahl Lake's shoreline To the houseboats, Canoe trips run just fine. Day-tripped to Gulmarg, And played a round - As always, kept the card. It is the highest Green-kept golf-course, And sure is quite a test! Played another course, At Srinagar - And it, too, I endorse. For "with-dependants," I should, though, add - War, sadly, still rants. From http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 30 Jul 09 - 04:34 AM You've gone further than what I've actually said, S. - briefly, the strengthening of immigration controls, from now on; but, yes, this is one area where we disagree fundamentally - I like the world being multicultural but question the multicultural state/you like the world AND your country being multicultural. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 30 Jul 09 - 03:44 AM We have Gurkha restaurants here on The Fylde and damn fine they are too; my next-door neighbours are from Sri-Lanka and they're the best neighbours I've ever had; our local shop is run by a Moslem and I rejoice that I live in hailing distance of one the finest Chinese restaurants in the country. I love the reality of my multi-cultural, multi-ethnic and still United Kingdom and find your comments in this respect offensive to a greater Humanity that defines us in terms of our individuality, rather than our ethnicity. On this planet I can and will live anywhere I like; just as you have chosen to do, so leave your fantasies of racial & cultural purity out of this because not only are such fantasies racist, they are offensive to each and every person who has chosen, for whatever reason, to make their home in a country other than the one in which they were born. You say you are not racist; but in maintaining and promoting such myths as English culture is taking a hammering and when people lose their culture society suffers and England was a more English place 50 years ago you are promoting and encouraging racism. You talk about assimilation, yet you steadfastly refuse to assimilate. Once again - I urge you - assimilate yourself into the wondrous diversity of cultural actuality of the country that gave you birth. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 29 Jul 09 - 09:07 AM Thanks for the spelling, Stu - but the rest is ridiculous: I greatly enjoyed being in among Nepalese people and culture when I VISITED their country. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: s&r Date: 29 Jul 09 - 07:22 AM WAV your xenophobia is rearing its ugly head again I'm afraid. The normal spelling is gurkha. Stu |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 29 Jul 09 - 05:46 AM Smokey: Now having the right does not, of course, mean that all Gurkas and ex-Gurkas would rather live in the United Kingdom than the new Republic of Nepal; but those who would should, in my opinion, have more amor patriae for their HOMELAND, and question imperialism plus glamorous actresses more. Poem 213 of 230: MORE AMOR PATRIAE There is Tai Chi AND there is tennis, Line is fine BUT so is Morris, There is curry AND there is the roast, And, when England is playing host, It is the rest-of-the-world's good wish To sense culture that is English. From http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Smokey. Date: 28 Jul 09 - 07:45 PM if ex-Gurkas (sic) are indeed good citizens - "the bravest of the brave" - then surely they should stay in the new REPUBLIC of Nepal and NOT the United Kingdom With all due respect WaV, they've earned the right to live here - many times over in some cases. How many of us can honestly say that? |
Subject: BS: Swimsuits - what's the fuss? From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 28 Jul 09 - 12:29 PM Just caught a bit of the World Championships, and (as well as Phelps being beaten in the 200m) noticed the fuss over swimsuits: surely, apart from covering their reproductive bits, they can wear whatever they want - wherever they are swimming... Poem 5 of 230: STATE TO STATE (TUNE: C F G F C F G F C F G F C F G F F G F C F G F C F G F C C F F F) From Sydney Town, In uni. break, I drove out west To earnings make Onion picking, On the fields Of Echuca, That year's yields. After day's work, From Y.H.A., A group of us Would not delay To walk on down To the dirt rim Of the Murray, For a cool swim. On one such day, I do declare, Some three of us Had a big dare To swim across, From state to state, The wide Murray - I took the bait. Yes, foolishly, I took the bait - A choice that I Would come to hate, For I almost Did drown that date, Making the swim From state to state. From http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 28 Jul 09 - 04:19 AM Poem 169 of 230: PERFIDA GENS - SUMMER 2001 On the estate: Abuse by day, Banging at night - Sleep wars, I'd say. Attempts on a car: Repaired by day, Inflamed at night - Revenge, I'd say. A gran's garden: Well-clipped by day, Flame-scorched at night - Disgrace, I'd say. Summing this up: As in Bede's day, Manners are free - Faithless, I'd say. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 27 Jul 09 - 06:16 AM Please note: I used the English name, Everest, as Nepalese and Tibetans have their own different name for it; also, in the news at the moment, if ex-Gurkas are indeed good citizens - "the bravest of the brave" - then surely they should stay in the new REPUBLIC of Nepal and NOT the United Kingdom (which should be dissolved into republics). Poem 23 of 230: ABOVE EVEREST When flying from Nepal to Thailand, I was given a "good-side" seat; And, as I looked out the plane window, The view I saw was really neat. For breaking through a thick sheet of cloud Were the high Himalayan peaks; And, rising the highest of them all, Mount Everest - heaven bespeaks! From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 26 Jul 09 - 04:26 PM I'm not sure what that link is about, but I should perhaps explain that I was a spectator only of both the folk dancing and the Evensong - which, if anyone is interested, starts at around 5pm every day at Durham Cathedral, I think. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Little Hawk Date: 26 Jul 09 - 02:01 PM Good lord. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Amos Date: 26 Jul 09 - 01:43 PM He sings in Spanish betimes, as well; very uplifting. (Links to a .MOV file). |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 26 Jul 09 - 09:38 AM Further to "Tees to Tyne: first impressions" (just above), had a good day at the Durham Folk Party yesterday, including a singaround, Evensong, Morris and clog dancing, and another walkabout. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 24 Jul 09 - 05:30 AM Poem 190 of 230: BIRDWATCHERS' BUDE - WINTER 2001/2 Behind the Tourist Centre, Between canal and river, On the marshy drained floodplain (Not now visited by train), In among willow and reed, Eking out some winter feed: Treecreepers, bobbing robins, Chirpy blue-tits, grey-herons, The screams of water-rail, And snipe sharp on their trail. Plus, out along limestone down, Soaring seabirds can be found. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 23 Jul 09 - 05:53 AM Poem 12 of 230: GOLF AT KILLARNEY At Killarney Golf and Fishing Club, There's two great courses to be found; Built on Ireland's fine Ring of Kerry, Both are really worth a round. From the local social Youth Hostel, I hitched (doing as Irish do); Then paid to play both the courses, But missed five holes - Hostel curfew. The fairways were lush and nicely groomed, And the course views the best I've seen; With walks beside the lakes and mountains, I'm proud to say to there I've been. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 22 Jul 09 - 05:14 AM Got your PM, and looking forward to seeing you, S., and the others at The Durham Folk Party, on Saturday, when I take the train from Newcastle to Durham... Poem 162 of 230: TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001 (TUNE: E F# F# E D E F# F# F# G G A B A G G D G A A B B A A F# G A B B A A-G G D D F# F# F#-G F# E E E E E E F# E D D) Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements. The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; "Broken-roofed buildings" are a gauge Of the respect for heritage. Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens. Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights. Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry. And, with moulding-works out that way, It's somewhere for a longer stay..? From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse - Where Can I Hear Him? From: Jack Blandiver Date: 21 Jul 09 - 05:22 PM Did you read the OP, Tootler? |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse - Where Can I Hear Him? From: Tootler Date: 21 Jul 09 - 05:16 PM He's based in Co. Durham somewhere, I believe. Why not PM him? |
Subject: Walkaboutsverse - Where Can I Hear Him? From: Jack Blandiver Date: 21 Jul 09 - 03:56 PM Well, why the hell not? I got into folk to appreciate something that can be sung by the most lowly singers with a passion for songs old & new. That's where you'll find me, in singarounds, digging the sound of the human voice in all its diverse sonic wonderment, warts and all, much as I do when I'm listening to field recordings of the so-called Source Singers. You can hear WAV on his myspace page by the way - www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse - and most affecting it is too, as I've pointed out on various occasions. Weather permitting I'll be digging his homely antipodean timbres at the Durham Folk Party this weekend. I like Virginia Tam and Crow Sister too of course, but to be honest I find these sorts of threads a little dispiriting in the context of Mudcat and Folk Singing in general. But that's just me - mutter mutter - descending into something nasty & flu-like, so do forgive me...
-Joe Offer- |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 21 Jul 09 - 04:08 AM Poem 137 of 230: SEEN A change of pace - Walks through a place; Crime-streets more clean - Through being seen. Walking in twos, The wear on shoes Worth the kept-peace Of foot-police. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 20 Jul 09 - 04:29 AM Poem 199 of 230: BEDE'S WORLD - WINTER 2002/3 During Advent, I returned to Bede's World, Where I, already read, was further schooled - Via walks through the museum, the farm, The ruins, and the church with its old arm. With gifts, I left, after some four hours, To round off, at home, my thoughts on ours. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 19 Jul 09 - 03:59 AM Yes S.: in our winter, by day, I'll often have one over my legs and, by night, over my quilts. And I wouldn't have posted this one, as the season has just started... Poem 48 of 230: THE PROMS We walked through Kensington Gardens, Then made a left for Albert Hall. Promenaders were in their tens, While others had found their stall, As we took our pre-booked seats, In a row of restricted view - Three-quarters of the orchestra. But the music sure bettered par: The beautiful sounds of Mozart; The daring drama of Ravel. And we liked it - me and a belle. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 18 Jul 09 - 06:49 PM beanbags???!!! |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 18 Jul 09 - 03:34 PM Yes: sorry for that mistake - I should have checked; there are 230 altogether in my collection, so I shouldn't presently be doubling them. My carbon footprint would be relatively low, Stu - I still walkabout or use public transport; tend to use clothes/quilts/beanbags rather than heating to keep warm; have hot water off rather than on standby; turn hot-plates off early and finish cooking with latent heat; etc. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: s&r Date: 18 Jul 09 - 03:15 PM Google shows: Results 1 - 10 of about 42,400 for "Once drove an old sedan, up north,". Forty-two thousand items of copy-pasted drivel on this one item alone. What is your carbon footprint WAV? Get a life Regards Stu |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 18 Jul 09 - 02:19 PM That's what you started with wasn't it? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 18 Jul 09 - 05:29 AM (Interesting discussion on Morris via the above link.) Poem 2 of 230: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN (TUNE: C F G G A A G G C G A A G G F F C A A A G G F F C G A G A G F F C F G G A A G G C F G G A G F F) Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans. I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature's hand giving peace of mind. I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: "Hey, You go walkabout with your pen." Request or question, I don't know - Assured voices, elderly men. That's now several years ago, And I've seen the world - with my pen. If you wish, hear this on http://myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 17 Jul 09 - 07:05 AM Hi WAV - I just took your name in vain over on the Folklore: Green Ginger Morris Team thread. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 17 Jul 09 - 04:33 AM Poem 31 of 230: NEW ZEALAND Separated, I again perceived New Zealand: The strong Maori culture - Rangi and Papa, Plus the haka - And the reflecting lakes of highland and farmland. FrFrom http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 16 Jul 09 - 05:19 AM Poem 86 of 230: ROBOTS In factories, I've spent sometime Working machines Whose goods should rhyme - Moulding machines, Whose plastic shots Are sorted by Auto. robots... Well, now robots - Before 'twas folks: Process workers. Employment hoax? From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 15 Jul 09 - 04:42 AM Poem 21 of 230: BOMBAY PORTER Awaiting a train in Bombay, I was shocked into dismay; For a well-dressed man, built strongly, Was walking, his hands set free, Ahead of a bony porter - Heavy case on head, no quarter. Shortly later, I watched again As out from the rich-man's train Came the scrawny struggling porter - His thin back now much tauter; For he writhed as he stretched his loins - After a quick count of few coins. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) (C) David Franks 2003 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 14 Jul 09 - 07:14 AM Poem 227 of 230: ROTATING SHIFTS There will always be places That need to be staffed Twenty-four hours a day, But I think it's daft To rotate bodies and minds Around any craft... The better way seems to be Penalty-rates paid For three fixed eight-hour shifts - With adjustments laid, By those choosing to work nights, For sleep to be made. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 13 Jul 09 - 05:36 AM Poem 36 of 230: WALKABOUT MEXICO In late December, 1996, I can remember Being in a fix - For time and pesos - And, thus, unable To see Mexico's Sights commendable. So, in Tijuana, I enjoyed the show At a miniature Rep. of Mexico. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 12 Jul 09 - 04:42 AM Poem 24 of 230: THROUGH SOUTH-EAST ASIA A highlight of South-East Asia - As with other tropical lands - Is the abundance of fresh fruits: At cutting which some have deft hands. And, from these fruits, I'd often choose - To cool down from tropical heat - A freshly prepared coconut: Chopped to drink; lining scooped to eat. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 11 Jul 09 - 03:58 AM Poem 94 of 230: MOROCCAN TEA Here's a hint Concerning mint. It's very brief: Just pick a leaf From the backyard, And wash if marred; Leaf, bag, in mug, Boil the jug, Pour in and stir, Oust the former. It's easy, see - Moroccan tea... Well, 'tis roughly. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 10 Jul 09 - 05:11 AM Poem 22 of 230: HIGH HOUSEBOAT When in India, I headed north For the Himalaya. Up, by train then bus, To Kashmir - It was much cooler, thus. Stayed there on Dahl Lake, By Srinagar - For my tight-budget's sake. 'Twas a houseboat room: Run down, low cost - But there I felt no gloom. A solo mother - She had four kids - Was the floor-manager. At dawn, her daughter - The eldest one - Brought me food and water. I washed with bucket, Ate scrambled eggs - As good as one could get. From Dahl Lake's shoreline To the houseboats, Canoe trips run just fine. Day-tripped to Gulmarg, And played a round - As always, kept the card. It is the highest Green-kept golf-course, And sure is quite a test! Played another course, At Srinagar - And it, too, I endorse. For "with-dependants," I should, though, add - War, sadly, still rants. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 09 Jul 09 - 04:42 AM Poem 154 of 230: GETTING TO KNOW GOD God lets us go Our own way - Until the Day; Now and then, though, He has a Say In His own Way - Prophets to Sow, Deserts to Pay. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 09 Jul 09 - 04:35 AM Parts of The Bible and parts of Darwin's On the Origin of Species are - perhaps deliberately sometimes - unclear, The Origin of Species is the beginning of a process which is getting steadily clearer as time marches on; unfortunately, the Bible still reads like the ravings of a mad horse, getting progressively less clear as we move away from that sort of thinking. Ultimately I am an atheist because I can't conceive of a greater divinity than Duke Ellington, who was only too human. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 08 Jul 09 - 08:32 AM Parts of The Bible and parts of Darwin's On the Origin of Species are - perhaps deliberately sometimes - unclear, S., but I remain sure that there is a God. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 08 Jul 09 - 07:27 AM I agree with much of the evolutionist argument presented by Darwin, Attenborough, etc., but it DOES have it's faults/there IS a God. The Theory of Evolution is one of the great breakthroughs of Secular Humanism; it stands as a cornerstone of the Scientific Enlightenment which flies in the face of religion & such-like mumbo-jumbo by opening up a whole new set of possibilities that lie beyond such anachronistic constructs as Spirituality and God. The Theory of Evolution evolves as our understanding of the mechanisms grow; the evidence is steadily mounting, and our whole picture of The Natural & Entirely God-less Universe becoming each day clearer as a result. To hike religion to to The Theory of Evolution, is, I fear to miss the point of both Religion and Science. Religion is our make-believe fantasy of the unknown; Science is our means of getting to know that unknown. As the unknown recedes, so does our need for religion. God is a character in a story we used to tell in the dark days; to the Abrahamics he created the material universe; to the Gnostics, the creator God was, in effect, The Devil. That such essential dualism filters through as we emerge blinking into the clear light of The Enlightenment (Marxist Dialectic, Nature vs. Nurture etc.) is fascinating in itself, but, at the end of a very long night indeed, to say that God created evolution is rather like saying God created Secular Humanism; or that God created Atheism; or that God created the illusion that he does not exist to test our faith. I wonder, WAV, are you suggesting that God created the process of the universe from The Big Bang onwards, or is this inbuilt into the universe he created in 6 days back in 4004 BC, along with the Illusion of the Theory of Evolution that stands in stark contradiction to the very notion of God? If God created evolution, who doesn't it say so in The Bible? Perhaps we find the answers here: The Creation Museum - Prepare to believe |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 08 Jul 09 - 04:01 AM Poem 146 of 230: HORSES FOR COURSES? To some, in income-anticipation, Horse-baulking at gates is a small debase; To me, it seems a memory/fear case Over the coming whip-castigation. To some, the winning jockey's elation Is the highlight of an ended horserace; To me, the horse's bulged veins and scared face Undermine the winners' celebration. I can't condone a punter's desire To gamble rather than earn a living, But can acknowledge a jockey's courage; I can't see and think as a raced sire, Nor feel the scrapes hedges are giving, But find horses choiceless in their bondage. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 07 Jul 09 - 05:39 AM Poem 6 of 230: THE PICKER While picking onions at Echuca, Betimes I came across a Man who was, he said, by trade a picker. A compact and stocky physique had he; Kind he was to first-time me - Advising, "You should pick 'em on your knee." Then he told me of his long-kept plan Of travel, by caravan, To pick seasoned crops, over a wide span. But workers' rates, I knew, were non too fair - Twenty dollars a tonne, there, Was all the onion-crop owner could spare. Though (with tally taken by some louse, And told to see owner or spouse), Believe me, they lived in some kind of house. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 06 Jul 09 - 06:20 AM Poem 7 of 230: RECENT HISTORY There's a place called Sovereign Hill, Nigh the city of Ballarat, With dated representations - And they're authentic ones at that. You can pan for gold at the creek, Write some lines with inkwell and quill, See bread baked the colonial way Or a blacksmith at his anvil. There's a, pre-plastics, bowling lane - With everything made in wood; A painted-photo studio, And a saloon built as they stood. Ride in a draft-horse drawn carriage, See the front gardens of the day, Read-up on mining history, Or watch costumed-revellers play. And, just beside the "old" village, Should you decide to see some more, There's homely accommodation; But heed - Kooris came long before. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Amos Date: 05 Jul 09 - 09:00 PM Your assertion, given your qualifications, is unpersuasive. As for "seeing"--if you limit seeing to the capability of an eyeball of human specfication, you probably don't believe in germs, galaxies or dinosaurs, either--but somehow, your assertion about God still makes sense to you? Gyamme wan break.... A |