Saturday soapbox

31/08/2019

Saturday’s soapbox is yours to use as you will – within the bounds of decency and absence of defamation. You’re welcome to look back or forward, discuss issues of the moment, to pontificate, ponder or point us to something of interest, to educate, elucidate or entertain, amuse, bemuse or simply muse, but not abuse.

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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. – e.e. cummings


October 14 in history

14/10/2009

On October 14:

1066 the forces of William the Conqueror defeated the English army and killed King Harold II of Englandin the Battle of Hastings.

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The Duke of Normandy in the Bayeux Tapestry

1322  Robert the Bruce of Scotland defeated King Edward II of England at Byland, forcing Edward to accept Scotland’s independence.

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1644 William Penn, English founder of Pennsylvania, was born.

1789 George Washington proclaimsedthe first Thanksgiving Day.

1882 Irish politician Eamon de Valera was born.

1882 the University of the Punjab was founded in present day Pakistan.

1884 George Eastman patented paper-strip photographic film.

1888 NZ writer – Katherine Mansfield was born.

 

1890  Dwight D. Eisenhower, U.S. general and 34th President of the United States was born.

1894 – E. E. Cummings, American poet was born.

1926 Winnie-the-Pooh, by A.A. Milne, was first published.

1927 English actor R

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Winnie-the-Pooh (original version from 1926)
 

1927 –English actor Roger Moore was born.

1939 – Ralph Lauren, American fashion designer was born.

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1940 English singer  Cliff Richard was born.

1962 – The Cuban Missile Crisis began when a U-2 flight over Cuba took photos of Soviet nuclear weapons being installed.

1968 Jim Hines of the USA became the first man to break the ten second barrier in the 100 metres Olympic final at Mexico City with a time of 9.95 sec.

 1979 The body of Marty Johnstone, leader of the Mr Asia drug syndicate was found in Lancashire.

Sourced from NZ History Online & Wikipedia.


i am a little church

05/04/2009

When I moved here 26 years ago there were five churches in our valley – two Catholic and three Presbyterian. Now all but one, have closed, been deconsecrated and converted to houses.

Any of these could have been the subject of  i am a little church. But the one which is still a church, Enfield Presbyterian – perched on a hill looking towards the Kakanui mountains, especially reminds me of  this poem and it seemed an appropriate choice for this first Sunday of poetry month.

It’s by e.e.cummings from Selected Poems 1923 – 1958, published by Faber.

i am a little church (no great cathedral)

far from the splendour and squalor of hurrying cities

– i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,

i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

 

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;

my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving

(finding and losing and laughing and crying) children

whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

 

around me surges a miracle of unceasing

birth and glory and death and resurrection:

over my sleeping self float flaming symbols

of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

 

i am a little church (far from the frantic

world with its rapture and anguish) at peace with nature

– i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;

i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

 

winter by spring, i lift my diminutive spire to

merciful Him Whose only now is forever;

standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence

(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)


maggie and milly and molly and may

24/10/2008

A friend just emailed lamenting the absence of Friday’s poem, so here it is.

It’s by e.e. cummings, doesn’t have a title and is from Selected Poems 1923 -1958, published by Faber.

It seemed appropriate because Labour weekend provides an opportunity for many to visit the beach.

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went down to the beach (to play one day)

 

and Maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

 

milly befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;

 

and molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

 

may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.

 

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

It’s always ourselves we find in the sea


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