Sunday, 31 August 2014

Music on Sunday; Lady Diana

There are days in your life where things happen and you'll never forget what you did that day, or where you were and who with. For me there are a number of days but one of them is the day I heard Lady Diana had died in a car crash. I remember where I was (at my parents house) what I did (walking down the stairs when my mum turned the radio on with the news) and what we were going to do. I was shocked and wanted to watch the news all day long but we had planned a trip to an amusement park for months. My youngest son was six months and my oldest 2½ years old and exited to go. So we went but I was thinking about her and this sad news all day.
Of course I watched the days after the funeral, the two young princes and all those people who cried.

Today it's 17 years ago and still every year I think of that day.

Here is some music of the days that followed and the tribute;  we never forget

© KH

Friday, 29 August 2014

Art on Friday; Birds

I love birds. As long as I can remember I am a bird watcher really. My garden is full of birds as well, mostly sparrows and pigeons but still. Time for an art blog about these beautiful creatures of the sky. And since I love the 19th century art, most paintings will be around that century.

Flamingo,John James Audubon-Birds of America

 Japanese 19th Century Painted Floral & Bird Scroll

Distant Thunder-Owen Gromme

The Parrot Lecture-Jacob Bogdany 18th century

The dodo & given-G.Edwards

A group of Dutch artists in the seventeenth century represented live domesticated and wild birds.

Chickens-Melchior de Hondecoeter

The Festival of St. Swithin or The Dovecote-William Holman Hunt

© KH  

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Wordless Wednesday, Abandoned Scotland

Lennox Castle - Lennoxtown, Scotland

 Abandoned house near the Calanais Stones, Isle of Lewis, Outer Hebrides, Scotland

 staircase of old abandoned Scottish hospital 

Dunmore Park Mansion

Loch An Eilein

Gartloch Mental Hospital Insane Asylum Glasgow

The entire island of Stroma is abandoned

Abandoned fishing vessel on the Isle of Kerrera, Scotland.

© KH

Monday, 25 August 2014

Self reflection

In my blogs I'm constantly questioning myself, or reflecting, to grow, to become a better version of myself or maybe become the real me. I think in my life I've never really became the person who I want to be. Maybe I am starting to get to know her now but it's taken a long time. I was always trying to be a person I was not. I know I'm a rather loud person, I know now it's probabaly due to my insecurities. My mum always told me not to talk so loud, or laugh so hard. What would the family think or the neighbours. God forbid! I love my mum to bits but if you get the feeling you can't be who you are that's not a nice feeling at all. Even now I'm almost 47 she can give you the feeling you musn't be who you are. I'm sure if you talk to her about it she'll brush it aside and say it's ridiculous but it's how the insecure person inside me feels.

Even in my marriage I was a very insecure person. My ex-husband was a very strong willed person but so am I. And still I never got the change to be who I am. It's taken me years after our divorce to figure out who I am and there are still times I'm not sure I already know. Eventhough my ex and I don't have contact anymore (not even about the children, it's just not possible) he still tries to butt in my life whenever he can. I don't know why he just does. The kids are at an age where they do a lot of things themselves. Oldest son has too anyway, his dad made it clear he isn't paying a damn thing and he hasn't for several years.
After stressing about it and argueing with him the kids and I have decided to ignore that and go about our own business.
We don't want to make our lives a living hell or stressful because of their dad.

It's taken me a lot and a lot of blogs and stressing to come to the person I am now. But everytime something happens in relation to ex and the kids someone with their own ideas about my ex will tell me what to do. They think I need to sue him and take him for all he's worth. That I let him get away with everything and he's laughing and I'm a fool to take it all. And so on and so forth.
The kids and I have talked about it years ago, after we decide to discontinue the co-parenting.
It would mean more stress for them and me. Sure maybe he had to finally pay up after a long and stressful period of time but would that be worth all the argueing and stress we would have? We don't think so.

I am happier without that negative person in my life. I don't want to talk to him anymore. Everytime I've tried he always wanted to convince me he was right and I was not. You wouldn't believe how stressful every conversation with that man was, how draining.
It was like he was sucking the life right out of you.
It's bad enough oldest son is living there but it's his own choice, he doesn't have too. Ex is ill, or rather he has a heart condition and has had loads of small strokes. Ever since then he's more angry and towards me it seems and we're not togethere anymore. The best thing for me is distance myself both mentally as fysically (last one I already did)
The first one is still hard because he's the father of my kids and the things he does (or doesn't do) effects them the most. It's even harder not to talk bad about him to them. But I have to try harder. Oldest son has been here for the summer, but he lives with his dad since a year now because his school is there. In the weekends he's here again.
But he told me the other day that there is no woman in the world he loves more than me and there probably never will be. I teared up after that. I'm not doing half as bad as I sometimes think I do appartenly. I do it all, the parenting, the caring, the worrying. And not only the fun stuff like their dad is doing all their life and still does.

I'm sure I will need to rant sometimes on here from time to time, but I do hope I can close the book and never look that way again or stress over him ever again.
I want to be the real me or to find the real me without having to stress over people bringing me down every time.
I need to make time for me instead of wasting it on negative people who aren't worth my time.

© KH

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Music on Sunday, Work

Well the holiday is over, tomorrow morning it's back to work again.
Although I didn't go on holiday but was lazying around the house I did enjoy it. But I'm also happy to be seeing my elderly peeps again. :)

So here are some very different songs about work to start this week of:

Obviously, just complaining about the inconveniences of your work day job fades into insignificance against the iniquities of any type of forced labor.

© KH

Friday, 22 August 2014

Art on Friday, Dante Gabriel Rossetti

One of my favorite artist is Dante Gabriel Rossetti (2 May 1828 – 9 April 1882)


Rossetti was born, the son of an Italian patriot and political refugee and an English mother, in England. He was raised in an environment of cultural and political activity that, it has been suggested, was of more import to his learning than his formal education. This latter was constituted by a general education at King's College from 1836 to 1841 and, following drawing lessons at a school in central London at the age of fourteen, some time as a student at the Royal Academy from 1845 onwards. Here he studied painting with William Hollman Hunt and John Everett Millais who, in 1848, would set up the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood with Rossetti, Rossetti's younger brother and three other students.

The school's aspirations, in this its first incarnation, was to paint true to nature: a task pursued by way of minute attention to detail and the practice of painting out of doors. Rossetti's principal contribution to the Brotherhood was his insistence on linking poetry and painting, no doubt inspired in part by his earlier and avaricious readings of Keats, Shakespeare, Goethe, Sir Walter Scott, Byron, Edgar Allan Poe and, from 1847 onwards, the works of William Blake.

'The Germ' lasted however for only four issues, all published in 1850. In 1854 Rossetti met and gained an ally in the art critic John Ruskin and, two years later, meetings with Edward Burne-Jones and William Morris set a second phase of the Brotherhood into movement.

In 1860 Rossetti married Elizabeth Siddal, also a writer and a painter, whom he had met ten years earlier in 1850. But, by this time she was an invalid and, after giving birth to a stillborn child, she died just two years later of a laudanum overdose. Rossetti had her interned with the only extent and complete manuscript of his poems, only to have her exhumed seven years later in order to retrieve his work. By this time he had moved to Chelsea where he was a joint tenant with Swinbourne and Meredith. In 1871 he moved again, this time to Kelmscott near Oxford, with William Morris and his wife Jane, the other great love of Rossetti's life whom he painted avidly.

Rossetti collapsed in 1872 after which he never really regained his health. The last decade of his life was spent mostly in a state of semi-invalid hermitry.


The Beloved

A sea spell

Her lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree,
While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell
Between its chords; and as the wild notes swell,
The sea-bird for those branches leaves the sea.
But to what sound her listening ear stoops she?
What netherworld gulf-whispers doth she hear,
In answering echoes from what planisphere,
Along the wind, along the estuary?
She sinks into her spell: and when full soon
Her lips move and she soars into her song,
What creatures of the midmost main shall throng
In furrowed self-clouds to the summoning rune,
Till he, the fated mariner, hears her cry,
And up her rock, bare breasted, comes to die?

Dante Gabriel Rossetti 

                            A sea spell

Sybilla Palmifera

 Veronica Veronese 

 Lady Lilith

 The Blessed Damozel

Sudden Light

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,--
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd so,
Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more? 

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

© KH

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Wordless Wednesday; most beautiful Villages in the world

 Hobbinton, New Zealand

 Mountain Village, Iran

 Colmar, France

Vernazza, Italy

Hallstadt, Austria

Bilbury, England

Floating Village in Halong Bay near Cat ba Island, Vietnam

Gásadalur Village, Faroe Islands

Reine, Norway

Fort Bourtange, Groningen, Netherlands

© KH

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Music on Sunday; Music inspired by Shakespeare

Being inspired by Shakespeare lately (hence the quotes yesterday) I thought I'd look up if there are songs that are also inspired by Shakespeare and yes there are quite a lot actually:

Some of the lyrics were inspired by Shakespeare's Romeo And Juliet. In Shakespeare's play, Romeo swallows poison when he believes Juliet is dead. Juliet responds by taking her own life. This led many people to believe the song was about suicide, but Dharma was using Romeo and Juliet as an example of a couple who had faith that they would be together after their death.

The idea for the Walrus came from the poem The Walrus and The Carpenter, which is from the sequel to Alice in Wonderland called Through the Looking-Glass.
The voices at the end of the song came from a BBC broadcast of the Shakespeare play King Lear, which John Lennon heard when he turned on the radio while they were working on the song. He decided to mix bits of the broadcast into the song, resulting in some radio static and disjointed bits of dialogue.The section of King Lear used came from Act Four, Scene 6, with Oswald saying: "Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse," which comes in at the 3:52 mark. After Oswald dies, we hear this dialogue:
Edgar: "I know thee well: a serviceable villain, As duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire."
Gloucester: "What, is he dead?"
Edgar: "Sit you down, father. Rest you."

This was a working title that stuck because the band felt that Shakespeare's Richard III, which is a very dark play, matched the menacing tone of the song. Richard III himself is not mentioned in the lyrics and has nothing to do with this number.

This is one of three Shakespeare sonnet settings on All Days Are Nights: Songs For Lulu. Sometimes their harmonies can be very adventurous. Spinner UK asked Wainwright if the complexity of the language influenced him. He replied: "What I found with the Shakespeare sonnets is because he was such a genius, you just shouldn't think too much -- have it be more of a 'feel' situation. That's the route I took. Hook your musical knowledge onto the sonnet and just see where it takes you, and ask no questions, and you'll get somewhere."

The lyric: "Another sunrise with my sad captains, with you I choose to lose my mind" comes from a line in Shakespeare's play Antony and Cleopatra. It's adapted from when Mark Antony speaks about his drinking partners: "Come, let's have one other gaudy night; call to me all my sad captains; fill our bowls; once more, let's mock the midnight bell."

© KH