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By Whitman, Biweekly!
Tuesday March 9th, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
A Discussion led by Dame Kghia Gheardi of the works of Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, BI-Weekly" will provide an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the 1855 first edition.
The series will also give those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Below is the text we'll discuss this week:
SUDDENLY out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,
Like lightning Europe le'pt forth . . . . half startled at itself,
Its feet upon the ashes and the rags . . . . Its hands tight to the throats of kings.
O hope and faith! O aching close of lives! O many a sickened heart!
Turn back unto this day, and make yourselves afresh.
And you, paid to defile the People . . . . you liars mark:
Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts,
For court thieving in its manifold mean forms,
Worming from his simplicity the poor man's wages;
For many a promise sworn by royal lips, And broken, and laughed at in the breaking,
Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike of personal revenge . . or
the heads of the nobles fall;
The People scorned the ferocity of kings.
But the sweetness of mercy brewed bitter destruction, and the frightened rulers come
back:
Each comes in state with his train . . . . hangman, priest and tax-gatherer . . . .
soldier, lawyer, jailer and sycophant.
Yet behind all, lo, a Shape,
Vague as the night, draped interminably, head front and form in scarlet folds,
Whose face and eyes none may see,
Out of its robes only this . . . . the red robes, lifted by the arm,
One finger pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.
Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves . . . . bloody corpses of young men:
The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily . . . . the bullets of princes are flying . . . .
the creatures of power laugh aloud,
And all these things bear fruits . . . . and they are good.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets . . . those hearts pierced by the gray lead,
Cold and motionless as they seem . . live elsewhere with unslaughter'd vitality.
They live in other young men, O kings,
They live in brothers, again ready to defy you:
They were purified by death . . . . They were taught and exalted.
Not a grave of the murdered for freedom but grows seed for freedom . . . . in its
turn to bear seed,
Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,
But it stalks invisibly over the earth . . whispering counseling cautioning.
Liberty let others despair of you . . . . I never despair of you.
Is the house shut? Is the master away?
Nevertheless be ready . . . . be not weary of watching,
He will soon return . . . . his messengers come anon.
Tuesday March 9th, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
A Discussion led by Dame Kghia Gheardi of the works of Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, BI-Weekly" will provide an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the 1855 first edition.
The series will also give those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Below is the text we'll discuss this week:
SUDDENLY out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,
Like lightning Europe le'pt forth . . . . half startled at itself,
Its feet upon the ashes and the rags . . . . Its hands tight to the throats of kings.
O hope and faith! O aching close of lives! O many a sickened heart!
Turn back unto this day, and make yourselves afresh.
And you, paid to defile the People . . . . you liars mark:
Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts,
For court thieving in its manifold mean forms,
Worming from his simplicity the poor man's wages;
For many a promise sworn by royal lips, And broken, and laughed at in the breaking,
Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike of personal revenge . . or
the heads of the nobles fall;
The People scorned the ferocity of kings.
But the sweetness of mercy brewed bitter destruction, and the frightened rulers come
back:
Each comes in state with his train . . . . hangman, priest and tax-gatherer . . . .
soldier, lawyer, jailer and sycophant.
Yet behind all, lo, a Shape,
Vague as the night, draped interminably, head front and form in scarlet folds,
Whose face and eyes none may see,
Out of its robes only this . . . . the red robes, lifted by the arm,
One finger pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.
Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves . . . . bloody corpses of young men:
The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily . . . . the bullets of princes are flying . . . .
the creatures of power laugh aloud,
And all these things bear fruits . . . . and they are good.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets . . . those hearts pierced by the gray lead,
Cold and motionless as they seem . . live elsewhere with unslaughter'd vitality.
They live in other young men, O kings,
They live in brothers, again ready to defy you:
They were purified by death . . . . They were taught and exalted.
Not a grave of the murdered for freedom but grows seed for freedom . . . . in its
turn to bear seed,
Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,
But it stalks invisibly over the earth . . whispering counseling cautioning.
Liberty let others despair of you . . . . I never despair of you.
Is the house shut? Is the master away?
Nevertheless be ready . . . . be not weary of watching,
He will soon return . . . . his messengers come anon.
By Whitman, Biweekly!
Tuesday February 23rd, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
A Discussion led by Dame Kghia Gheardi of the works of Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, BI-Weekly" will provide an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the 1855 first edition.
The series will also give those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Below is the text we'll discuss this week:
A YOUNG man came to me with a message from his brother,
How should the young man know the whether and when of his brother?
Tell him to send me the signs.
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left
hand and his left hand in my right hand,
And I answered for his brother and for men . . . . and I answered for the poet, and
sent these signs.
Him all wait for . . . . him all yield up to . . . . his word is decisive and final,
Him they accept . . . . in him lave . . . . in him perceive themselves as amid light,
Him they immerse, and he immerses them.
Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the landscape, people and animals,
The profound earth and its attributes, and the unquiet ocean,
All enjoyments and properties, and money, and whatever money will buy,
The best farms . . . . others toiling and planting, and he unavoidably reaps,
The noblest and costliest cities . . . . others grading and building, and he domiciles
there;
Nothing for any one but what is for him . . . . near and far are for him,
The ships in the offing . . . . the perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if
they are for any body.
He puts things in their attitudes,
He puts today out of himself with plasticity and love,
He places his own city, times, reminiscences, parents, brothers and sisters, associ-
ations employment and politics, so that the rest never shame them afterward,
nor assume to command them.
He is the answerer,
What can be answered he answers, and what cannot be answered he shows how it
cannot be answered.
A man is a summons and challenge,
It is vain to skulk . . . . Do you hear that mocking and laughter? Do you hear the
ironical echoes?
Books friendships philosophers priests action pleasure pride beat up and down
seeking to give satisfaction;
He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that beat up and down also.
Whichever the sex . . . whatever the season or place he may go freshly and gently
and safely by day or by night,
He has the passkey of hearts . . . . to him the response of the prying of hands on the
knobs.
His welcome is universal . . . . the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal
than he is,
The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.
Every existence has its idiom . . . . every thing has an idiom and tongue;
He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it upon men . . and any man
translates . . and any man translates himself also:
One part does not counteract another part . . . . He is the joiner . . he sees how they
join.
He says indifferently and alike, How are you friend? to the President at his levee,
And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield;
And both understand him and know that his speech is right.
He walks with perfect ease in the capitol,
He walks among the Congress . . . . and one representative says to another, Here is
our equal appearing and new.
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic,
And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain . . . . and the sailors that he has
followed the sea,
And the authors take him for an author . . . . and the artists for an artist,
And the laborers perceive he could labor with them and love them;
No matter what the work is, that he is one to follow it or has followed it,
No matter what the nation, that he might find his brothers and sisters there.
The English believe he comes of their English stock,
A Jew to the Jew he seems . . . . a Russ to the Russ . . . . usual and near . .
removed from none.
Whoever he looks at in the traveler's coffeehouse claims him,
The Italian or Frenchman is sure, and the German is sure, and the Spaniard is
sure . . . . and the island Cuban is sure.
The engineer, the deckhand on the great lakes or on the Mississippi or St Law-
rence or Sacramento or Hudson or Delaware claims him.
The gentleman of perfect blood acknowledges his perfect blood,
The insulter, the prostitute, the angry person, the beggar, see themselves in the ways
of him . . . . he strangely transmutes them,
They are not vile any more . . . . they hardly know themselves, they are so grown.
You think it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses,
Well it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses;
But what are verses beyond the flowing character you could have? . . . . or
beyond beautiful manners and behaviour?
Or beyond one manly or affectionate deed of an apprenticeboy? . . or old woman? . .
or man that has been in prison or is likely to be in prison?
Tuesday February 23rd, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
A Discussion led by Dame Kghia Gheardi of the works of Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, BI-Weekly" will provide an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the 1855 first edition.
The series will also give those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Below is the text we'll discuss this week:
A YOUNG man came to me with a message from his brother,
How should the young man know the whether and when of his brother?
Tell him to send me the signs.
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left
hand and his left hand in my right hand,
And I answered for his brother and for men . . . . and I answered for the poet, and
sent these signs.
Him all wait for . . . . him all yield up to . . . . his word is decisive and final,
Him they accept . . . . in him lave . . . . in him perceive themselves as amid light,
Him they immerse, and he immerses them.
Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the landscape, people and animals,
The profound earth and its attributes, and the unquiet ocean,
All enjoyments and properties, and money, and whatever money will buy,
The best farms . . . . others toiling and planting, and he unavoidably reaps,
The noblest and costliest cities . . . . others grading and building, and he domiciles
there;
Nothing for any one but what is for him . . . . near and far are for him,
The ships in the offing . . . . the perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if
they are for any body.
He puts things in their attitudes,
He puts today out of himself with plasticity and love,
He places his own city, times, reminiscences, parents, brothers and sisters, associ-
ations employment and politics, so that the rest never shame them afterward,
nor assume to command them.
He is the answerer,
What can be answered he answers, and what cannot be answered he shows how it
cannot be answered.
A man is a summons and challenge,
It is vain to skulk . . . . Do you hear that mocking and laughter? Do you hear the
ironical echoes?
Books friendships philosophers priests action pleasure pride beat up and down
seeking to give satisfaction;
He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that beat up and down also.
Whichever the sex . . . whatever the season or place he may go freshly and gently
and safely by day or by night,
He has the passkey of hearts . . . . to him the response of the prying of hands on the
knobs.
His welcome is universal . . . . the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal
than he is,
The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.
Every existence has its idiom . . . . every thing has an idiom and tongue;
He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it upon men . . and any man
translates . . and any man translates himself also:
One part does not counteract another part . . . . He is the joiner . . he sees how they
join.
He says indifferently and alike, How are you friend? to the President at his levee,
And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield;
And both understand him and know that his speech is right.
He walks with perfect ease in the capitol,
He walks among the Congress . . . . and one representative says to another, Here is
our equal appearing and new.
Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic,
And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain . . . . and the sailors that he has
followed the sea,
And the authors take him for an author . . . . and the artists for an artist,
And the laborers perceive he could labor with them and love them;
No matter what the work is, that he is one to follow it or has followed it,
No matter what the nation, that he might find his brothers and sisters there.
The English believe he comes of their English stock,
A Jew to the Jew he seems . . . . a Russ to the Russ . . . . usual and near . .
removed from none.
Whoever he looks at in the traveler's coffeehouse claims him,
The Italian or Frenchman is sure, and the German is sure, and the Spaniard is
sure . . . . and the island Cuban is sure.
The engineer, the deckhand on the great lakes or on the Mississippi or St Law-
rence or Sacramento or Hudson or Delaware claims him.
The gentleman of perfect blood acknowledges his perfect blood,
The insulter, the prostitute, the angry person, the beggar, see themselves in the ways
of him . . . . he strangely transmutes them,
They are not vile any more . . . . they hardly know themselves, they are so grown.
You think it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses,
Well it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses;
But what are verses beyond the flowing character you could have? . . . . or
beyond beautiful manners and behaviour?
Or beyond one manly or affectionate deed of an apprenticeboy? . . or old woman? . .
or man that has been in prison or is likely to be in prison?
By Whitman, Biweekly!
Tuesday January 26th, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
A Discussion led by Dame Kghia Gheardi of the works of Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, BI-Weekly" will provide an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the 1855 first edition.
The series will also give those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Below is the text we'll discuss this week:
This is the nucleus . . . after the child is born of woman the man is born of woman,
This is the bath of birth . . . this is the merge of small and large and the outlet again.
Be not ashamed women . . your privilege encloses the rest . . it is the exit of the rest,
You are the gates of the body and you are the gates of the soul.
The female contains all qualities and tempers them . . . . she is in her place . . . .
she moves with perfect balance,
She is all things duly veiled . . . . she is both passive and active . . . . she is to con-
ceive daughters as well as sons and sons as well as daughters.
As I see my soul reflected in nature . . . . as I see through a mist one with inexpress-
ible completeness and beauty . . . . see the bent head and arms folded over the
breast . . . . the female I see,
I see the bearer of the great fruit which is immortality . . . . the good thereof is
not tasted by roues, and never can be.
The male is not less the soul, nor more . . . . he too is in his place,
He too is all qualities . . . . he is action and power . . . . the flush of the known
universe is in him,
Scorn becomes him well and appetite and defiance become him well,
The fiercest largest passions . . bliss that is utmost and sorrow that is utmost be-
come him well . . . . pride is for him,
The fullspread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul;
Knowledge becomes him . . . . he likes it always . . . . he brings everything to the
test of himself,
Whatever the survey . . whatever the sea and the sail, he strikes soundings at last
only here,
Where else does he strike soundings except here?
The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred . . . . it is no matter who,
Is it a slave? Is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the welloff . . . . just as much as
you,
Each has his or her place in the procession.
All is a procession,
The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
Do you know so much that you call the slave or the dullface ignorant?
Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight . . . and he or she has no
right to a sight?
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffused float, and the soil is
on the surface and water runs and vegetation sprouts for you . . and not for
him and her?
A slave at auction!
I help the auctioneer . . . . the sloven does not half know his business.
Gentlemen look on this curious creature,
Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for him,
For him the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant,
For him the revolving cycles truly and steadily rolled.
In that head the allbaffling brain,
In it and below it the making of the attributes of heroes.
Examine these limbs, red black or white . . . . they are very cunning in tendon and
nerve;
They shall be stript that you may see them.
Exquisite senses, lifelit eyes, pluck, volition,
Flakes of breastmuscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, goodsized arms
and legs,
And wonders within there yet.
Within there runs his blood . . . . the same old blood . . the same red running blood;
There swells and jets his heart . . . . There all passions and desires . . all reachings
and aspirations:
Do you think they are not there because they are not expressed in parlors and
lecture-rooms?
This is not only one man . . . . he is the father of those who shall be fathers in their
turns,
In him the start of populous states and rich republics,
Of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments.
How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the
centuries?
Who might you find you have come from yourself if you could trace back through
the centuries?
A woman at auction,
She too is not only herself . . . . she is the teeming mother of mothers,
She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
Her daughters or their daughters' daughters . . who knows who shall mate with
them?
Who knows through the centuries what heroes may come from them?
In them and of them natal love . . . . in them the divine mystery . . . . the same old
beautiful mystery.
Have you ever loved a woman?
Your mother . . . . is she living? . . . . Have you been much with her? and has she
been much with you?
Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all
over the earth?
If life and the soul are sacred the human body is sacred;
And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
And in man or woman a clean strong firmfibred body is beautiful as the most
beautiful face.
Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted
her own live body?
For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.
Who degrades or defiles the living human body is cursed,
Who degrades or defiles the body of the dead is not more
cursed.
Tuesday January 26th, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
A Discussion led by Dame Kghia Gheardi of the works of Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, BI-Weekly" will provide an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the 1855 first edition.
The series will also give those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Below is the text we'll discuss this week:
This is the nucleus . . . after the child is born of woman the man is born of woman,
This is the bath of birth . . . this is the merge of small and large and the outlet again.
Be not ashamed women . . your privilege encloses the rest . . it is the exit of the rest,
You are the gates of the body and you are the gates of the soul.
The female contains all qualities and tempers them . . . . she is in her place . . . .
she moves with perfect balance,
She is all things duly veiled . . . . she is both passive and active . . . . she is to con-
ceive daughters as well as sons and sons as well as daughters.
As I see my soul reflected in nature . . . . as I see through a mist one with inexpress-
ible completeness and beauty . . . . see the bent head and arms folded over the
breast . . . . the female I see,
I see the bearer of the great fruit which is immortality . . . . the good thereof is
not tasted by roues, and never can be.
The male is not less the soul, nor more . . . . he too is in his place,
He too is all qualities . . . . he is action and power . . . . the flush of the known
universe is in him,
Scorn becomes him well and appetite and defiance become him well,
The fiercest largest passions . . bliss that is utmost and sorrow that is utmost be-
come him well . . . . pride is for him,
The fullspread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul;
Knowledge becomes him . . . . he likes it always . . . . he brings everything to the
test of himself,
Whatever the survey . . whatever the sea and the sail, he strikes soundings at last
only here,
Where else does he strike soundings except here?
The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred . . . . it is no matter who,
Is it a slave? Is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the welloff . . . . just as much as
you,
Each has his or her place in the procession.
All is a procession,
The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
Do you know so much that you call the slave or the dullface ignorant?
Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight . . . and he or she has no
right to a sight?
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffused float, and the soil is
on the surface and water runs and vegetation sprouts for you . . and not for
him and her?
A slave at auction!
I help the auctioneer . . . . the sloven does not half know his business.
Gentlemen look on this curious creature,
Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for him,
For him the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant,
For him the revolving cycles truly and steadily rolled.
In that head the allbaffling brain,
In it and below it the making of the attributes of heroes.
Examine these limbs, red black or white . . . . they are very cunning in tendon and
nerve;
They shall be stript that you may see them.
Exquisite senses, lifelit eyes, pluck, volition,
Flakes of breastmuscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, goodsized arms
and legs,
And wonders within there yet.
Within there runs his blood . . . . the same old blood . . the same red running blood;
There swells and jets his heart . . . . There all passions and desires . . all reachings
and aspirations:
Do you think they are not there because they are not expressed in parlors and
lecture-rooms?
This is not only one man . . . . he is the father of those who shall be fathers in their
turns,
In him the start of populous states and rich republics,
Of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments.
How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the
centuries?
Who might you find you have come from yourself if you could trace back through
the centuries?
A woman at auction,
She too is not only herself . . . . she is the teeming mother of mothers,
She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
Her daughters or their daughters' daughters . . who knows who shall mate with
them?
Who knows through the centuries what heroes may come from them?
In them and of them natal love . . . . in them the divine mystery . . . . the same old
beautiful mystery.
Have you ever loved a woman?
Your mother . . . . is she living? . . . . Have you been much with her? and has she
been much with you?
Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all
over the earth?
If life and the soul are sacred the human body is sacred;
And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
And in man or woman a clean strong firmfibred body is beautiful as the most
beautiful face.
Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted
her own live body?
For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.
Who degrades or defiles the living human body is cursed,
Who degrades or defiles the body of the dead is not more
cursed.
Wind in the Willows Listening Party
Chapter 10: The Further Adventures of Toad
Saturday, October 10th 10am-11am SLT
On the Riverbank, A Willowy Place, Caledon Tanglewood
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tanglewood/18/167/23
Come as a character from Kenneth Grahame's novel, The Wind in the Willows, and join us as we listen to, and discuss, a new chapter each month of the adventures of the shy but loyal Mole, the poetical Water Rat, the brave Otter, the gruff but kindly Mr. Badger, the vainglorious Toad, and all the other creatures of wood, stream, and field who populate this much-loved story
This month, we follow Toad, newly escaped from the clutches of The Law, as he travels by Barge, Horse, and, alas, Motorcar, and fails to endear himself to, well, to pretty much anybody.
Big People may join us in Tinyville, or repose in comfort at the Oxbridge Library in Caledon Oxbridge
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Oxbridge/196/96/24
Those who can't be with us in-world are invited to tune in at http://music.radioriel.org
This is a year-long series, the second Saturday of each month, 2009. Sponsored by the Caledon Library and Rachelville, and produced by Radio Riel
Schedule
* Jan 10: The River Bank
* Feb 14: The Open Road
* March 14: The Wild Wood
* April 11: Mr. Badger
* May 9: Dulce Domum
* June 13: Mr. Toad
* July 11: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
* Aug 8: Toad's Adventures
* Sept 12: Wayfarers All
* Oct 10: The Further Adventures of Toad
* Nov 14: Like Summer Tempests came his Tears
* Dec 12: The Return of Ulysses
* Jan 9, 2010: All Day Programming of the entire book
gentlebeings, your servant
JJ Drinkwater
Chapter 10: The Further Adventures of Toad
Saturday, October 10th 10am-11am SLT
On the Riverbank, A Willowy Place, Caledon Tanglewood
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tanglewood/18/167/23
Come as a character from Kenneth Grahame's novel, The Wind in the Willows, and join us as we listen to, and discuss, a new chapter each month of the adventures of the shy but loyal Mole, the poetical Water Rat, the brave Otter, the gruff but kindly Mr. Badger, the vainglorious Toad, and all the other creatures of wood, stream, and field who populate this much-loved story
This month, we follow Toad, newly escaped from the clutches of The Law, as he travels by Barge, Horse, and, alas, Motorcar, and fails to endear himself to, well, to pretty much anybody.
He glanced back, and saw to his dismay that they were gaining on him. On he ran desperately, but kept looking back, and saw that they still gained steadily. He did his best, but he was a fat animal, and his legs were short, and still they gained. He could hear them close behind him now. Ceasing to heed where he was going, he struggled on blindly and wildly, looking back over his shoulder at the now triumphant enemy, when suddenly the earth failed under his feet, he grasped at the air, and, splash! he found himself head over ears in deep water, rapid water, water that bore him along with a force he could not contend with; and he knew that in his blind panic he had run straight into the river!
Big People may join us in Tinyville, or repose in comfort at the Oxbridge Library in Caledon Oxbridge
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Oxbridge/196/96/24
Those who can't be with us in-world are invited to tune in at http://music.radioriel.org
This is a year-long series, the second Saturday of each month, 2009. Sponsored by the Caledon Library and Rachelville, and produced by Radio Riel
Schedule
* Jan 10: The River Bank
* Feb 14: The Open Road
* March 14: The Wild Wood
* April 11: Mr. Badger
* May 9: Dulce Domum
* June 13: Mr. Toad
* July 11: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
* Aug 8: Toad's Adventures
* Sept 12: Wayfarers All
* Oct 10: The Further Adventures of Toad
* Nov 14: Like Summer Tempests came his Tears
* Dec 12: The Return of Ulysses
* Jan 9, 2010: All Day Programming of the entire book
gentlebeings, your servant
JJ Drinkwater
Caledon Library Folklore lecture by Afsaneh Metaluna
Jack Tales!
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tanglewood/23/214/23
Folklorist Afsenah Metaluna will guide us in a new exploration each month; with illustrative stories and her own commentary she'll expose to our understanding some facet of the rich and varied folklore of the British Isles.
These lectures will feature brave heroics and wonder tales from the Celtic regions, Welsh lore including the tales of Arthur and Merlin, stories of the wise and the uncanny from Scotland, and folklore from England comprised of local legends that combine references to beliefs and customs and aspects of daily life, particularly rural life as well as the English ballads and broadsides, which have a strong tradition of their own.
This month, we'll hear stories of the "Jack Tales" variety, where a young hero (often the supposedly foolish youngest son) makes his way in the world by being quick-witted, resourceful, respectful, and courteous to the powers of nature and magic.
Schedule of Lectures
Each of these dates, 4:30pm SLT
Sept 15
Oct 13
Nov 10
Jack Tales!
Tue, Sept 15th, 4:30pm - 5:30pm
Tinyville Library, Tinyville, Caledon Tanglewoodhttp://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tanglewood/23/214/23
Folklorist Afsenah Metaluna will guide us in a new exploration each month; with illustrative stories and her own commentary she'll expose to our understanding some facet of the rich and varied folklore of the British Isles.
These lectures will feature brave heroics and wonder tales from the Celtic regions, Welsh lore including the tales of Arthur and Merlin, stories of the wise and the uncanny from Scotland, and folklore from England comprised of local legends that combine references to beliefs and customs and aspects of daily life, particularly rural life as well as the English ballads and broadsides, which have a strong tradition of their own.
This month, we'll hear stories of the "Jack Tales" variety, where a young hero (often the supposedly foolish youngest son) makes his way in the world by being quick-witted, resourceful, respectful, and courteous to the powers of nature and magic.
Schedule of Lectures
Each of these dates, 4:30pm SLT
Sept 15
Oct 13
Nov 10
The Heart of the Tale: Key Moments from Your SL Roleplaying Stories
Summer Storytelling Session at the Falling Anvil, Caledon Tamrannoch
August 24, 2009 at 5:00 PM SLT
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tamrannoch/230/108/22
Sponsored by the Clan of Seafarers and Storytellers, The Falling Anvil Public House, and the Caledon Library.
If you create and tell stories utilizing the tools of roleplaying (RP) in Second Life, do you have a favorite character you have developed? Can you tell a tale that would help us understand who that character is and what motivates them?
A growing element of roleplaying community in Second Life is involved in “RP Storytelling” -- the use of rp to develop or advance plot lines for stories that cross over into written stories, to explore character interactions and relationships for these stories, and in many cases, to act out scenes from stories to be recorded visually. At the heart of a successful RP storytelling project are well developed, engaging characters, and in most cases, what makes a character work is their backstory. And at the core of that backstory there often lies a seminal moment -- a key story -- that provides essential insights into who the character is, and how they became who and what they are.
RP storytellers from throughout Second Life are invited to come to the Falling Anvil to tell a short tale that encompasses a seminal moment from their favorite character’s backstory.
Each tale should take no more than ten minutes to present, and will be presented in text form (no voice). If you wish to take part, please contact JJ Drinkwater or Aldo Stern to be be included in the lineup of storytellers. While pre-registering is encouraged, drop-ins are still welcome the night of the session and will not be turned away: you’ll just get added on to the end of the list and go in order you sign up
Summer Storytelling Session at the Falling Anvil, Caledon Tamrannoch
August 24, 2009 at 5:00 PM SLT
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tamrannoch/230/108/22
Sponsored by the Clan of Seafarers and Storytellers, The Falling Anvil Public House, and the Caledon Library.
If you create and tell stories utilizing the tools of roleplaying (RP) in Second Life, do you have a favorite character you have developed? Can you tell a tale that would help us understand who that character is and what motivates them?
A growing element of roleplaying community in Second Life is involved in “RP Storytelling” -- the use of rp to develop or advance plot lines for stories that cross over into written stories, to explore character interactions and relationships for these stories, and in many cases, to act out scenes from stories to be recorded visually. At the heart of a successful RP storytelling project are well developed, engaging characters, and in most cases, what makes a character work is their backstory. And at the core of that backstory there often lies a seminal moment -- a key story -- that provides essential insights into who the character is, and how they became who and what they are.
RP storytellers from throughout Second Life are invited to come to the Falling Anvil to tell a short tale that encompasses a seminal moment from their favorite character’s backstory.
Each tale should take no more than ten minutes to present, and will be presented in text form (no voice). If you wish to take part, please contact JJ Drinkwater or Aldo Stern to be be included in the lineup of storytellers. While pre-registering is encouraged, drop-ins are still welcome the night of the session and will not be turned away: you’ll just get added on to the end of the list and go in order you sign up
Great Ladies of Cookery
Exhibit: August - October 2009
Opening Tea and Conversation with the Curators
August 2, 1-3 pm
Jack & Elaine Whitehorn Memorial Library, Caledon Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/59/196/23
This exhibit on female cookbook authors in Britain and America, sponsored by Caledon Cuisine, takes the viewer from the kitchens of the mid-Eighteenth to those of the early Twentieth century.
During this period, publishing of any sort by women, cookbooks included, was relatively rare. While the "glamor cookbooks" of the day, detailing the dishes served at the tables of the aristocracy, were written by men, there is a distinct chronology of vastly popular cookbooks written by women, for the women who, as housewives or hired cooks, were in charge of the majority of kitchens in both town and country.
Roughly once a generation, a cookbook would be published that would become a sort of standard kitchen manual, going through multiple reprintings. The authors were a mixed lot, describing themselves variously as "A Lady," housewives, cooks in private service, and cooking teachers. What they had in common was that each captured the culinary idiom of her generation.
Beginning with the 1747 Art of Cookery by Hannah Glasse (who never said "first catch your hare, although that's what she's famous for), and the 1796 American Cookery by Amelia Simmons ("An American Orphan") we explore the careers and publishing of such figures as Sarah Heston Tyson Rorer (who is in some measure responsible for Thanksgiving day as it's celebrated in the US), ending up with the work of the two Very Great Ladies, both well-remembered today: Isabella Beeton and Fannie Farmer.
Although the subject of cookbook publishing, even with the limitations "In Britain and America" and "by female authors" is far vaster than we were able to explore in this modest exhibit, we hope what we present will serve as an appetizer. We have included various resources we hope will be found useful by those who wish to pursue the topic further.
The exhibit ends with a display of in-world versions of some of the works discussed here, for the reading pleasure of Caledon and Our Guests.
All materials in this exhibit are either free to copy, or may be bought for $0, should you wish to take any of them home for further consideration.
Curators Eleanor Anderton, EppieBlack Wheatcliffe, and JJ Drinkwater invite you to look, read, savour, and enjoy!
Exhibit: August - October 2009
Opening Tea and Conversation with the Curators
August 2, 1-3 pm
Jack & Elaine Whitehorn Memorial Library, Caledon Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/59/196/23
This exhibit on female cookbook authors in Britain and America, sponsored by Caledon Cuisine, takes the viewer from the kitchens of the mid-Eighteenth to those of the early Twentieth century.
During this period, publishing of any sort by women, cookbooks included, was relatively rare. While the "glamor cookbooks" of the day, detailing the dishes served at the tables of the aristocracy, were written by men, there is a distinct chronology of vastly popular cookbooks written by women, for the women who, as housewives or hired cooks, were in charge of the majority of kitchens in both town and country.
Roughly once a generation, a cookbook would be published that would become a sort of standard kitchen manual, going through multiple reprintings. The authors were a mixed lot, describing themselves variously as "A Lady," housewives, cooks in private service, and cooking teachers. What they had in common was that each captured the culinary idiom of her generation.
Beginning with the 1747 Art of Cookery by Hannah Glasse (who never said "first catch your hare, although that's what she's famous for), and the 1796 American Cookery by Amelia Simmons ("An American Orphan") we explore the careers and publishing of such figures as Sarah Heston Tyson Rorer (who is in some measure responsible for Thanksgiving day as it's celebrated in the US), ending up with the work of the two Very Great Ladies, both well-remembered today: Isabella Beeton and Fannie Farmer.
Although the subject of cookbook publishing, even with the limitations "In Britain and America" and "by female authors" is far vaster than we were able to explore in this modest exhibit, we hope what we present will serve as an appetizer. We have included various resources we hope will be found useful by those who wish to pursue the topic further.
The exhibit ends with a display of in-world versions of some of the works discussed here, for the reading pleasure of Caledon and Our Guests.
All materials in this exhibit are either free to copy, or may be bought for $0, should you wish to take any of them home for further consideration.
Curators Eleanor Anderton, EppieBlack Wheatcliffe, and JJ Drinkwater invite you to look, read, savour, and enjoy!
By Whitman, Biweekly!
Tuesday June 39, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
Discussion led by Kghia Gherardi
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, Biweekly" provides an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the the 1855 first edition.
The series also gives those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Today we continue with on "Song of Myself" the first poem in the 1855 edition, taking it up with this stanza:
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine,
One of the great nation, the nation of many nations— the smallest the same and the
largest the same,
A southerner soon as a northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable,
A Yankee bound my own way . . . . ready for trade . . . . my joints the limberest
joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deerskin leggings,
A boatman over the lakes or bays or along coasts . . . . a Hoosier, a Badger, a
Buckeye,
A Louisianian or Georgian, a poke-easy from sandhills and pines,
At home on Canadian snowshoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off New-
foundland,
At home in the fleet of iceboats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians . . . . comrade of free northwesterners, loving their big
proportions,
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen—comrade of all who shake hands and welcome
to drink and meat;
A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfulest,
A novice beginning experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and trade and rank, of every caste and religion,
Not merely of the New World but of Africa Europe or Asia . . . . a wandering
savage,
A farmer, mechanic, or artist . . . . a gentleman, sailor, lover or quaker,
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician or priest.
Gentlebeings, your servant
JJ Drinkwater
Tuesday June 39, 4pm SLT
Caledon Library, on the Hub in Victoria City
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/160/117/23
Discussion led by Kghia Gherardi
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass is one of the works at the foundations of American poetry. Its expansive attempt to capture the spirit and landscape of the 19th century United States has influenced an entire culture's self-concept, and its rich language continues to inspire readers today as it has for the century and a half of its existence.
"By Whitman, Biweekly" provides an opportunity to look closely at this beloved work. Each time we'll spend an hour discussing its context and examining the poetry of the the 1855 first edition.
The series also gives those who love Leaves of Grass, and those who would like to learn more, an opportunity to explore Whitman's vigorous and heartfelt poetry together.
Today we continue with on "Song of Myself" the first poem in the 1855 edition, taking it up with this stanza:
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine,
One of the great nation, the nation of many nations— the smallest the same and the
largest the same,
A southerner soon as a northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable,
A Yankee bound my own way . . . . ready for trade . . . . my joints the limberest
joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deerskin leggings,
A boatman over the lakes or bays or along coasts . . . . a Hoosier, a Badger, a
Buckeye,
A Louisianian or Georgian, a poke-easy from sandhills and pines,
At home on Canadian snowshoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off New-
foundland,
At home in the fleet of iceboats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians . . . . comrade of free northwesterners, loving their big
proportions,
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen—comrade of all who shake hands and welcome
to drink and meat;
A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfulest,
A novice beginning experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and trade and rank, of every caste and religion,
Not merely of the New World but of Africa Europe or Asia . . . . a wandering
savage,
A farmer, mechanic, or artist . . . . a gentleman, sailor, lover or quaker,
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician or priest.
Gentlebeings, your servant
JJ Drinkwater
From Oxcarts to Gondolas: The travel albums of Isabella Stewart Gardner
Curated by Siri Woodget
Exhibit Opening and Conversation with the Curator
Sunday, June 14thm 2-3pm slt
HG Wells Memorial Library, Caledon Wellsian
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Wellsian/225/236/23
Join us for an opening fête, with music by Radio Riel!
The Gardner Museum was the life’s work of Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840-1924). This work is reflected in the archives of the museum. The archival records illuminate the life of a wealthy American art collector and her associates who were art dealers, artists, musicians, politicians, actors and writers. Of particular interest is the collection of 28 travel albums.
Isabella and her husband Jack traveled through Asia, the Middle East and Europe which fostered an appreciation for different cultures. In 1867, the Gardners traveled to St. Petersburg, Moscow, Vienna and Paris, and crossed Norway to see the midnight sun. During 1882 and 1883, they traveled around the world, visiting Japan, China, Vietnam, Cambodia (where they rode on an oxcart through the jungles to see the ruins of Angkor Wat), Indonesia, India, Egypt and Palestine. Isabella carefully recorded each experience. Her trips brought her into contact with exotic cultures and, most importantly, with the past. Through the travel albums we see the link between these early travels and the later construction and installation of her museum.
Travel with Isabella on a series of journeys hosted by the HG Wells Memorial Library, from now until January 2010. Our first stop will be Egypt, 1875...
The Caledon Library would like to express its gratitude to the Gardner Museum for permission to display these materials
The event will be followed by a Thematic The Dansant at the Bashful Peacock, in Caledon Wellsian, 3-5pm slt
Curated by Siri Woodget
Exhibit Opening and Conversation with the Curator
Sunday, June 14thm 2-3pm slt
HG Wells Memorial Library, Caledon Wellsian
http://slurl.com/secondlife/
Join us for an opening fête, with music by Radio Riel!
"Years ago I decided that the greatest need in our Country was Art… We were a very young country and had very few opportunities of seeing beautiful things, works of art… So, I determined to make it my life's work if I could."
- Isabella Stewart Gardner, on the creation of her Museum, 1917
The Gardner Museum was the life’s work of Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840-1924). This work is reflected in the archives of the museum. The archival records illuminate the life of a wealthy American art collector and her associates who were art dealers, artists, musicians, politicians, actors and writers. Of particular interest is the collection of 28 travel albums.
Isabella and her husband Jack traveled through Asia, the Middle East and Europe which fostered an appreciation for different cultures. In 1867, the Gardners traveled to St. Petersburg, Moscow, Vienna and Paris, and crossed Norway to see the midnight sun. During 1882 and 1883, they traveled around the world, visiting Japan, China, Vietnam, Cambodia (where they rode on an oxcart through the jungles to see the ruins of Angkor Wat), Indonesia, India, Egypt and Palestine. Isabella carefully recorded each experience. Her trips brought her into contact with exotic cultures and, most importantly, with the past. Through the travel albums we see the link between these early travels and the later construction and installation of her museum.
Travel with Isabella on a series of journeys hosted by the HG Wells Memorial Library, from now until January 2010. Our first stop will be Egypt, 1875...
The Caledon Library would like to express its gratitude to the Gardner Museum for permission to display these materials
The event will be followed by a Thematic The Dansant at the Bashful Peacock, in Caledon Wellsian, 3-5pm slt
Wind in the Willows Listening Party
Chapter Six: Mr. Toad
Saturday, June 13th 10am-11am SLT
Tinyville Library, Caledon Tanglewood
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tanglewood/23/214/23/
Come as a character from Kenneth Grahame's novel, The Wind in the Willows, and join us as we listen to, and discuss, a new chapter each month of the adventures of the shy but loyal Mole, the poetical Water Rat, the brave Otter, the gruff but kindly Mr. Badger, the vainglorious Toad, and all the other creatures of wood, stream, and field who populate this much-loved story
This month, we follow the adventures of Mr. Toad, as he escapes from under the watchful eyes of his friends, steals a motorcar, and lands himself in a great deal of trouble.
Big People may join us in Tinyville, or repose in comfort at the Oxbridge Library in Caledon Oxbridge
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Oxbridge/196/96/24
Those who can't be with us in-world are invited to tune in at http://music2.radioriel.org
This is a year-long series, the second Saturday of each month, 2009. Sponsored by the Caledon Library and Rachelville, and produced by Radio Riel
Schedule
* Jan 10: The River Bank
* Feb 14: The Open Road
* March 14: The Wild Wood
* April 11: Mr. Badger
* May 9: Dulce Domum
* June 13: Mr. Toad
* July 11: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
* Aug 8: Toad's Adventures
* Sept 12: Wayfarers All
* Oct 10: The Further Adventures of Toad
* Nov 14: Like Summer Tempests came his Tears
* Dec 12: The Return of Ulysses
* Jan 9, 2010: All Day Programming of the entire book
Chapter Six: Mr. Toad
Saturday, June 13th 10am-11am SLT
Tinyville Library, Caledon Tanglewood
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Tanglewood/23/214/23/
Come as a character from Kenneth Grahame's novel, The Wind in the Willows, and join us as we listen to, and discuss, a new chapter each month of the adventures of the shy but loyal Mole, the poetical Water Rat, the brave Otter, the gruff but kindly Mr. Badger, the vainglorious Toad, and all the other creatures of wood, stream, and field who populate this much-loved story
This month, we follow the adventures of Mr. Toad, as he escapes from under the watchful eyes of his friends, steals a motorcar, and lands himself in a great deal of trouble.
'Oddsbodikins!' said the sergeant of police, taking off his helmet and wiping his forehead. 'Rouse thee, old loon, and take over from us this vile Toad, a criminal of deepest guilt and matchless artfulness and resource. Watch and ward him with all thy skill; and mark thee well, greybeard, should aught untoward befall, thy old head shall answer for his—and a murrain on both of them!'
Big People may join us in Tinyville, or repose in comfort at the Oxbridge Library in Caledon Oxbridge
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Oxbridge/196/96/24
Those who can't be with us in-world are invited to tune in at http://music2.radioriel.org
This is a year-long series, the second Saturday of each month, 2009. Sponsored by the Caledon Library and Rachelville, and produced by Radio Riel
Schedule
* Jan 10: The River Bank
* Feb 14: The Open Road
* March 14: The Wild Wood
* April 11: Mr. Badger
* May 9: Dulce Domum
* June 13: Mr. Toad
* July 11: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
* Aug 8: Toad's Adventures
* Sept 12: Wayfarers All
* Oct 10: The Further Adventures of Toad
* Nov 14: Like Summer Tempests came his Tears
* Dec 12: The Return of Ulysses
* Jan 9, 2010: All Day Programming of the entire book