Monday, 14 November 2011

Simon Schama's Rothko_1 of 4

Simon Schama's Rothko_2 of 4

Simon Schama's Rothko_3 of 4

Simon Schama's Rothko_4 of 4

Simon Schama's Rembrandt_1 of 4

Simon Schama's Rembrandt_2 of 4

Simon Schama's Rembrandt_3 of 4

Simon Schama's Rembrandt_4 of 4

Simon Schama's J.M.W. Turner 1 of 4

Simon Schama's J.M.W. Turner 3 of 4

Simon Schama's Picasso_2 of 4

Simon Schama's Picasso_3 of 4

Simon Schama's Picasso_4 of 4

Simon Schama's Caravaggio_2 of 4

Simon Schama's Caravaggio_3 of 4

Simon Schama's Caravaggio_4 of 4

Simon Schama's Bernini_4 of 4

Saturday, 24 September 2011

"putrefaction," by Charles Bukowski

Ernest Jones "The Song of the Low" Poem animation

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Friday, 23 September 2011

Monday, 29 August 2011

12,000 Years Old Unexplained Structure


Crystal Skulls


1945 Labour Party Manifesto -

1945 Labour Party Manifesto -

Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Mask of Anarchy

Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Mask of Anarchy

Written on the occasion of the massacre carried out by the British Government
at Peterloo, Manchester 1819
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.

I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:

All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed the human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew.

Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.

And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.

Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.

And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.

Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.

And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw -
'I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!'

With a pace stately and fast,
Over English land he passed,
Trampling to a mire of blood
The adoring multitude.

And a mighty troop around,
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword,
For the service of their Lord.

And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.

O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea,
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and trampling down;
Till they came to London town.

And each dweller, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing the tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.

For with pomp to meet him came,
Clothed in arms like blood and flame,
The hired murderers, who did sing
'Thou art God, and Law, and King.

'We have waited, weak and lone
For thy coming, Mighty One!
Our Purses are empty, our swords are cold,
Give us glory, and blood, and gold.'

Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
To the earth their pale brows bowed;
Like a bad prayer not over loud,
Whispering - 'Thou art Law and God.' -

Then all cried with one accord,
'Thou art King, and God and Lord;
Anarchy, to thee we bow,
Be thy name made holy now!'

And Anarchy, the skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.

For he knew the Palaces
Of our Kings were rightly his;
His the sceptre, crown and globe,
And the gold-inwoven robe.

So he sent his slaves before
To seize upon the Bank and Tower,
And was proceeding with intent
To meet his pensioned Parliament

When one fled past, a maniac maid,
And her name was Hope, she said:
But she looked more like Despair,
And she cried out in the air:

'My father Time is weak and gray
With waiting for a better day;
See how idiot-like he stands,
Fumbling with his palsied hands!

He has had child after child,
And the dust of death is piled
Over every one but me -
Misery, oh, Misery!'

Then she lay down in the street,
Right before the horses' feet,
Expecting, with a patient eye,
Murder, Fraud, and Anarchy.

When between her and her foes
A mist, a light, an image rose,
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like the vapour of a vale:

Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with lightnings as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky,

It grew - a Shape arrayed in mail
Brighter than the viper's scale,
And upborne on wings whose grain
Was as the light of sunny rain.

On its helm, seen far away,
A planet, like the Morning's, lay;
And those plumes its light rained through
Like a shower of crimson dew.

With step as soft as wind it passed
O'er the heads of men - so fast
That they knew the presence there,
And looked, - but all was empty air.

As flowers beneath May's footstep waken,
As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken,
As waves arise when loud winds call,
Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall.

And the prostrate multitude
Looked - and ankle-deep in blood,
Hope, that maiden most serene,
Was walking with a quiet mien:

And Anarchy, the ghastly birth,
Lay dead earth upon the earth;
The Horse of Death tameless as wind
Fled, and with his hoofs did grind
To dust the murderers thronged behind.

A rushing light of clouds and splendour,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Was heard and felt - and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose

As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And shuddering with a mother's throe

Had turned every drop of blood
By which her face had been bedewed
To an accent unwithstood, -
As if her heart had cried aloud:

'Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story,
Nurslings of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another;

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.

'What is Freedom? - ye can tell
That which slavery is, too well -
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.

'Tis to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrants' use to dwell,

'So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.

'Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak, -
They are dying whilst I speak.

'Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye;

'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More that e'er its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.

'Paper coin - that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something of the worth
Of the inheritance of Earth.

'Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of ye.

'And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew
Ride over your wives and you -
Blood is on the grass like dew.

'Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood - and wrong for wrong -
Do not thus when ye are strong.

'Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their wingèd quest
Beasts find fare, in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the air.

'Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one -
Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none!

'This is slavery - savage men
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do -
But such ills they never knew.

'What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand - tyrants would flee
Like a dream's dim imagery:

'Thou art not, as impostors say,
A shadow soon to pass away,
A superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of Fame.

'For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
In a neat and happy home.

'Thou art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude -
No - in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see.

'To the rich thou art a check,
When his foot is on the neck
Of his victim, thou dost make
That he treads upon a snake.

'Thou art Justice - ne'er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold
As laws are in England - thou
Shield'st alike the high and low.

'Thou art Wisdom - Freemen never
Dream that God will damn for ever
All who think those things untrue
Of which Priests make such ado.

'Thou art Peace - never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them, when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.

'What if English toil and blood
Was poured forth, even as a flood?
It availed, Oh, Liberty,
To dim, but not extinguish thee.

'Thou art Love - the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their substance to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,

'Or turn their wealth to arms, and make
War for thy belovèd sake
On wealth, and war, and fraud - whence they
Drew the power which is their prey.

'Science, Poetry, and Thought
Are thy lamps; they make the lot
Of the dwellers in a cot
So serene, they curse it not.

'Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou - let deeds, not words, express
Thine exceeding loveliness.

'Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.

'Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.

'From the corners uttermost
Of the bounds of English coast;
From every hut, village, and town
Where those who live and suffer moan,

'From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold -

'From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares -

'Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around

'Those prison halls of wealth and fashion,
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale -

'Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold -

'Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free -

'Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
And wide as targes let them be,
With their shade to cover ye.

'Let the tyrants pour around
With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of a sea,
Troops of armed emblazonry.

Let the charged artillery drive
Till the dead air seems alive
With the clash of clanging wheels,
And the tramp of horses' heels.

'Let the fixèd bayonet
Gleam with sharp desire to wet
Its bright point in English blood
Looking keen as one for food.

'Let the horsemen's scimitars
Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars
Thirsting to eclipse their burning
In a sea of death and mourning.

'Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war,

'And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armèd steeds
Pass, a disregarded shade
Through your phalanx undismayed.

'Let the laws of your own land,
Good or ill, between ye stand
Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
Arbiters of the dispute,

'The old laws of England - they
Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
Children of a wiser day;
And whose solemn voice must be
Thine own echo - Liberty!

'On those who first should violate
Such sacred heralds in their state
Rest the blood that must ensue,
And it will not rest on you.

'And if then the tyrants dare
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew, -
What they like, that let them do.

'With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away.

'Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.

'Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand -
They will hardly dare to greet
Their acquaintance in the street.

'And the bold, true warriors
Who have hugged Danger in wars
Will turn to those who would be free,
Ashamed of such base company.

'And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.

'And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again - again - again -

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.'

The Peterloo Massacre - An Illuminati Crime


The Clash - English Civil War


Thursday, 25 August 2011

Strider Marcus Jones's..Poem/Poetry Videos On YouTube



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Sylvia Plath Reads 'Daddy'


Wednesday, 24 August 2011

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Andrew Graham-Dixon - Rubens the artist


Andrew Graham-Dixon on Rembrandt vs Caravaggio


Andrew Graham-Dixon on Klimt


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Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

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Tuesday, 14 June 2011

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E.E. Cummings reads Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town

Theodore Roethke reads I Knew a Woman

Robert Lowell reads Skunk Hour

"Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman (poetry reading)

Old Ordsall

Old Lower Broughton

Salford pubs

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Monday, 30 May 2011

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Wednesday, 25 May 2011

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Monday, 16 May 2011

Six Centuries of Verse - Victorians 1837-1901 1/3

Six Centuries of Verse - Victorians 1837-1901 2/3

Six Centuries of Verse - Victorians 1837-1901 3/3

"Morte D'Arthur (part 1)" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (poetry)

"Porphyria's Lover" by Robert Browning (poetry reading)

The Raven: Read by Christopher Walken

Gustav Holst - The Planets - Mars, the Bringer of War

HOLST - Venus from "The Planets Suite"

Gustav Holst - The Planets - Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity

"Daffodils" read by Jeremy Irons

Alan Rickman Recites Poem

William Shakespeare sonneet 29

Friday, 6 May 2011

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Wednesday, 27 April 2011

El canto Gregoriano

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Thursday, 21 April 2011

5 Poems by Robert Frost

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Rumi Poem , if you can't go to sleep

Rumi, How very close your soul with mine

Rumi ,Come ,Come,Come

Poetry by RUMI -- Who Says Words with My Mouth

Poetry by RUMI -- Only Breath

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Japanese painter - Utagawa Hiroshige 日本浮世繪畫家歌川廣重(安籐廣重)畫選

Chinese painter master Zhang Da-Chian 張大千 (1899-1983)

Modern Chinese Painter - 宋文治 Song Wenzhi (part 1)

Modern Chinese Painter - 宋文治 Song Wenzhi (part 2)

William Blake

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Monday, 4 April 2011

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MY TAKE ON THE TIRED PUBLISHED/SELF PUBLISHED DEBATE

It is an old and tired debate and some deliberately butcher the language for attention and self publicity. I do not believe in the published world's philosophy that the cream always rises to the top...too much is about who you know, celebrity status, does your face fit in with the crowd, can they market it to their audience...and luck...I love the independence and control over my work that self publishing gives me...I am too old to be seduced by the vanity of fame and have no intention of becoming a moth fluttering to it's

flame..and going back to my childhood wandering through the art galleries and museums of Salford and Manchester for free, it has always been my view that poetry, stories, art, theatre and such should be a shared experience open to anyone who wants to peek in and experience it..and FREE...not just for those who can afford to pay for it...this is why I post as much poetry as I can in my fb notes, whilst trying to be fair to those who do buy the books...and even now...if someone wants to read one of the poems they cannot read in the preview or my notes, I will send it to them..Sharing is my way of putting something back into society for educating me and it has brought me into contact with some pretty amazing writers and poets like yourself...I joined The Poetry Society and was so excited, but have had no contact from any of the up their own arse poets...so I read the stuff of some of them and it lacks the sincerity, passion and poetic individuality of many of my self published/unpublished friends around the world, who are not restricted to writing to a formula and commercial audience...so stale and soulless. Boundaries are meant to be challenged, broken, ripped up and taken out beyond the comfort zone as D H Lawrence did...and is still largely ignored for doing so...The new writers and poets who do this will come from this unfettered realm of the self and unpublished...We and they just have to be careful to keep our soul and sincerity. I is going to have me a smoke now then iron the school uniforms. Enjoy your day Michelle...You made the right choice!

Friday, 25 March 2011

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FRANCE'S NEW WAVE OF FEMALE FILM DIRECTOR'S

France's female new wave | Film | The Guardian
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The French insistence on regarding cinema as art has helped produced formidable women directors. But is the next generation the most wide-ranging yet, asks Agnès Poirier

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

VISIGOTH ROVER (Cordoba, Spain October 2010) ~ New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones. Copyright And All Rights Reserved.

VISIGOTH ROVER


i went on the bus to Cordoba,
and tried to find the Moor's
left over
in their excavated floors
and mosaic courtyards,
with hanging flowers brightly chamelion
against whitewashed walls
carrying calls
behind gated iron bars-
but they were gone
leaving mosque arches
and carved stories
to God's doors.


in those ancient streets
where everybody meets;
i saw the old successful men
with their younger women again,
sat in chrome slat chairs,
drinking coffee to cover
their vain love affairs-
and every breast,
was like the crest
of a soft ridge
as i peeped over
the castle wall and Roman bridge
like a Visigoth rover.


soft hand tapping on shoulder,
heavy hair
and beauty older,
the gypsy lady gave her clover
to borrowed breath,
embroidering it for death,
adding more to less
like the colours fading in her dress.
time and tune are too planned
to understand
her Trevi fountain of prediction,
or the dirty Bernini hand
shaping its description.

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

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Saturday, 12 February 2011

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Reason and Passion - Khalil Gibran

Without the body, soul is nothing but empty wind.Kahlil Gibran

Khalil Gibran - Love

Kahlil Gibran --a retrospective

Friday, 4 February 2011

FADING SPHINX ~ New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones. Copyright And All Rights Reserved.

FADING SPHINX



another beautiful eye

reflects lifes lie,

when you look into its face

and see a better place

close by.


without that circle round its dream,

everything is seen

to separate unequally in two

and drift apart blown through

old sky.


the why, where and when

does not matter then,

as it dissipates

into other fates

making old orders die.


in all the residue

of what we knew,

a fading sphinx, casting contemporary

shadows, rises, temporary

but still drops by


elsewhere, in the flawed foundations

of younger civilizations,

building their own

mountains of shaped stone

where polished lenses spy.


Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 4th February, 2011. All Rights Reserved.