Dreaming? ~ Calling Dreams and Dreamers ~ Music Theme for 5 January 2014

Music Theme for Sunday the 5th of January 2014 ~~ dream ~~ all variations of the word are in play. I do mean ALL. Break the concept open and explore as you wish.

 

Hope is a waking dream. ~ Aristotle

 

Calling Dreams ~~ Forest Elves ~ original song~

Forest Elves Forest Elves

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HAMLET:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;

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Definition of dream from –> http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/us/definition/american_english/dream

noun

  • a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep:I had a recurrent dream about falling from great heights
  •  [in singular] a state of mind in which someone is or seems to be unaware of their immediate surroundings:he had been walking around in a dream all day
  •  a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal:I fulfilled a childhood dream when I became championthe girl of my dreams[as modifier]:they’d found their dream home
  •  an unrealistic or self-deluding fantasy:maybe he could get a job and earn some money—but he knew this was just a dream
  •  a person or thing perceived as wonderful or perfect:her new man’s an absolute dreamit was a dream of a backhandshe’s a couturier’s dream

verb (past and past participle dreamedor dreamt /dremt/)

[no object]

  • 1experience dreams during sleep:dreamed about her last night
  •  [with object] see, hear, or feel (something) in a dream:maybe you dreamed it[with clause]:I dreamed that I was going to be executed
  •  indulge in daydreams or fantasies, typically about something greatly desired:she had dreamed of a trip to Italy
  •  [with object] (dream time away) waste one’s time in a lazy, unproductive way.
  • 2 [with negative] contemplate the possibility of doing something or that something might be the case:I wouldn’t dream of foisting myself on you[with clause]:I never dreamed anyone would take offense

 

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A Love Letter In This Digital Age: Music Theme ~ Love ~ for Friday the 13th of December.

Music Theme for December 13. Yes, that’s a Friday. I say we defy Friday the 13th with Love.

Inclined to offer more than music? Please feel free to incorporate whatever trips your love trap.  No, it is not my intention to confine Love to only the romantic variety. Though you certainly may do so.  Explore however you are so inclined.  Feel free to mix media–music and film videos, poetry, prose, visual art. Incorporate your own work and the works of others. If you will, think of this as an online Love Letter drawing upon and going in any and all directions that inspire you.

Tommy Grooms

My favorite scene from M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village.
A moment on the porch between Ivy Walker and Lucius Hunt.

Take note, Ivy Walker is blind.

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By John Donne 1572–1631 John Donne

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
         Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,
         With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
                Take you a course, get you a place,
                Observe his honor, or his grace,
Or the king’s real, or his stampèd face
         Contemplate; what you will, approve,
         So you will let me love.
Alas, alas, who’s injured by my love?
         What merchant’s ships have my sighs drowned?
Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?
         When did my colds a forward spring remove?
                When did the heats which my veins fill
                Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
         Litigious men, which quarrels move,
         Though she and I do love.
Call us what you will, we are made such by love;
         Call her one, me another fly,
We’re tapers too, and at our own cost die,
         And we in us find the eagle and the dove.
                The phœnix riddle hath more wit
                By us; we two being one, are it.
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
         We die and rise the same, and prove
         Mysterious by this love.
We can die by it, if not live by love,
         And if unfit for tombs and hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
         And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
                We’ll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
                As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
         And by these hymns, all shall approve
         Us canonized for Love.
And thus invoke us: “You, whom reverend love
         Made one another’s hermitage;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
         Who did the whole world’s soul contract, and drove
                Into the glasses of your eyes
                (So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize)
         Countries, towns, courts: beg from above
         A pattern of your love!”
Online source The Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173353
In case you’re in the dark about Donne. He was not a one poem hit wonder. The man delivered the poetic goods time and time again. He had The Right Stuff from start to finish. Yeah, I think he’s a damn cool poet even though he’s been dead for a few centuries.
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Note:
On his way to a promising career, John Donne became a Member of Parliament in 1601. That same year, he married 16-year-old Anne More, the niece of Sir Egerton. Both Lord Egerton and Anne’s father, George More, strongly disapproved of the marriage, and, as punishment, More did not provide a dowry. Lord Egerton fired Donne and had him imprisoned for a short time. The eight years following Donne’s release would be a struggle for the married couple until Anne’s father finally paid her dowry.
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So who is ready to lift some spirits with Love during this season of holy days ancient, current and future?  Everyone is invited to share, even if it’s only a single piece that matters very much to you. Share in the comments, post on your blog and drop a link here so that we’re all connected.  Small or large makes no matter.  Let’s celebrate Love for a few glorious moments together.
namaste
Bear: LOVE http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/music-themes-love/
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Johnny: http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/
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Willow: http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/
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Deborah: http://myriad234.wordpress.com/
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Hotspur’s prompted poetry aka a freely associating stream of conscience runs amok. Or should that be conscious? No matter, both work.

A poetic prompt romp in progress–

For the sake of clarification, and perhaps some useful Ed-ification, the following steamed forth in the course of a random free association with the blog of one Edward Hotspur –> http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com/  . Please do associate freely yourselves.

Here flows some fun things:

So long and thanks for all the laughs.
The fish are still swimming.
Beware of Henry.
You know which one.
True that about the smell taste connection…….

taking in 2
serious consideration
ty 4 all your in-spir-at-ion

Hmmmm O give me the final scene of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and be done with it.

Quick–atomic bomb

I’m having doubts about the old age and natural causes thing. Green burial out in the woods sounds good though–the whole recycling bit Now about the tether crown loft

She tore off her tether and ran back to the loft where she’d left her crown of thorns bleeding profusely. Hmm steam fading? mayhap ooo a zounds we here

Edward Hotspur said 6 hours ago:

I think you have more steam somewhere

pheromones for everyone

And outrage – H

Edward Hotspur said 14 hours ago:

These codes are unbreakable.

You said 14 hours ago:

codes? there are codes? really? huh,

 Edward Hotspur said 6 hours ago:

Code medicine

You said 14 hours ago:

Prompts

they’re everywhere

yet

moi responds only to the consequences of such

wired wrong for promptings

can’t play board games either

nor something called whist

Go Fish gives trouble

charades— no f’n way in hell

neurons just do not fire

yet

on a dark and stormy night

I might

no might about it I am being prompted galore by this silly store of nonsense

at some point the steam will run out or so one hopes

how hot are those spurs? hmm? cheeks burning yet?

You said 14 hours ago:

being twitter clueless

I like its news lists

the hashing tags elude “us”

butt

your ram page delights

There are things to be said for the stone age when you just bashed someone up the side of the head when they annoyed you and then you walked off whistling. Or in my case, humming as am unable to whistle.

Oh Mae

Please do go West

Nawwwwww.

I’ll pass

no not the gas

just on the shot

unless Chopin straight up and neat

I wonder….aimlessly plotting

maybe I shouldn’t

why not?

it’s rude

but

it’s just spurs hot

let’s give it a shot

yeah, let’s

no disclaimers forthcoming

or backcoming either

. . . . let’s play

Edward Hotspur says:

Funky – rap that.

      • as in “Play that funky music white boy . . . .”

        and “Do the funky chicken”

        say “what”

        pluck pluck

        goes the old french ditty

        one that sounds so  very pretty

        o what fun to free-ly as-so-ci-ate

        (aside: damn is there a scratch and sniff section embedded in this these pages that has incited a poem taste force? who cares–I vote we just go with the flow of it–heat spurs when least expected.)

        recent aside:

        [regarding mate seeking]

        What a &^% ing BORING “list”!
        Geez!
        Hear some Annie Lennox about now—”I need a man”—-

        gonna dance on the roof 3 am
        jitterbug down the yellow line
        got a brain all his own
        grey matter in turbo working order
        love touch smile shine light
        grand stand back watcher
        laugh song like heart strong
        shoulder shoulder side side
        face down any rising tide
        rain walks
        water balloons toss
        air water eat love highs

“no mourning dew”

 

   

first of July comes and goes

still waiting

searching for you in rain that drops like glitter

from clouds kissing apple orchards

such kisses I daydream of gifting you

even when a disbelieving friend begs a halt

in reply I beg to differ

taint not limitless passion with the bitterish taste of unfaithful fruit

see who comes through dawn’s cooling shadows beneath boughs’ heavy ripening redness

      

             

        Click “dew” to see more of Yi-Ching Lin’s waking up new photographs.                                                   

        Poem is in response to  Bluebell Book’s Slam Week 23 prompt. Enjoy more responses via   http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2012/07/short-story-slam-week-23.html

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