Ed Alleyne Johnson

I'd never heard of this guy until i bumped into him on Random Good Stuff

pizza night on the farm

Lightening up again?

Another Fishy Poem

Fragments of 'Pike' by Ted Hughes.

To be precise, the final four verses of eleven.
To me, the first seven verses are in fact a separate, and inferior poem.
If you want to read it, go elsewhere. Me? I'm only posting the final four..

Pike

vs 7-11

A pond I fished, fifty yards across,
Whose lilies and muscular tench
Had outlasted every visible stone
Of the monastery that planted them.

Stilled legendary depth:
It was as deep as England.It held
Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old
That past nightfall I dared not cast

But silently cast and fished
With the hair frozen on my head
For what eye might move,
the still splashes on the dark pond

Owls humbling the floating woods
Frail on my ear against the dream
Darkness beneath night's darkness had freed,
That rose slowly towards me, watching.

Oh no! the record industry, that bastion of.........

The recording industry, that bastion of good taste, honesty, and fair distribution of costs and profits thinks file sharing is a crime!
Well, we saw it with the book industry too.
Once, nobody outside a monastery had the skills to make a book. Then along came that damned Gutenberg, inventing printing presses, and any fool could duplicate books.
Even more worrying. Peasants eventually learned to read and write, putting literally dozens of scribes out of work.
What really worries me though, is libraries, and the growing trend of book owners to lend books to others to read, thus depriving the publishing industry of profits and throwing the families of jobless monks into the street.
A further worry to us is the open availability of pencils and pens. Using these, it is possible for criminals to copy whole sentences, and, with that other item, whose posession we'd like to see controlled, or restricted, paper, these people can pin up illegally copied words, sentences, even whole Paragraphs in public places for all to see.
Furthermore, in a recent visit to an academic establishment I was horrified to find students being encouraged to learn and memorise, for instance, whole poems- even formulae, and songs. I saw plays performed where actors and actresses had memorised the lines, not a single one carrying an authorised text.
I tell you, unless the perpetrators are given punitive fines and prison sentences, the book publishing industry is doomed.

Embroidery and kittens,

An Aussie short animation.... warning...animation gore...and guts...don't click if squeamish..

Sloth -Fairport Convention

Fairport Convention - Sloth

Chorus)

Just a roll, just a roll

Just a roll on your drum

Just a roll, just a roll

And the war has begun



Now the right thing's the wrong thing

No more excuses to come

Just one step at a time

And the war has begun



(Chorus)



She's run away, she's run away

And she ran so bitterly

Now call to your colours, friend

Don't you call to me



(Chorus)



Don't you cry, don't you cry

Don't you cry upon the sea

Don't you cry, don't you cry

For your lady and me



(Chorus)

(Chorus

From the 1970 album, Full House.
I'll be at Fairport's Cropredy Festival in Oxfordshire, in August....