"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Thursday, April 16, 2020

John Prine - Boundless Love



John Prine, Boundless Love


BOUNDLESS LOVE

by Jay McDaniel

Appreciation for the American country folk
singer-songwriter and for boundless love


Thank you, John Prine.

An angel from Montgomery, now residing in the boundless love of the great forgiveness, received one of her own into her arms on April 7, 2020: the singer-songwriter John Prine.

Missing you, John. And sending love to your family. By the way, the great forgiveness, is another name for what process theologians like me call the consequent nature of God. This is the side of God that is totally accepting. My own mentor, John Cobb, experienced it one night, and describes it as an experience of total transformation, boundless love, and full acceptance. Legend has it that this side of God is filled with more angels than even Montgomery can hold. As you find your rest, John, please send some more our way. But wait! You already sent so many, didn’t you, with your songs. Thank you so much.

John Prine: Boundless Love




I woke up this morning to a garbage truck
Looks like this old horseshoe's done run out of luck
If I came home, would you let me in?
Fry me some pork chops and forgive my sin?

Surround me with your boundless love
Confound me with your boundless love
I was drowning in the sea, lost as I could be
When you found me with your boundless love

Sometimes my old heart is like a washing machine
It bounces around 'til my soul comes clean
And when I'm clean and hung out to dry
I'm gonna make you laugh until you cry

Surround me with your boundless love
Confound me with your boundless love
I was drowning in the sea, lost as I could be
When you found me with your boundless love

If by chance I should find myself at risk
A-falling from this jagged cliff
I look below, and I look above
I'm surrounded by your boundless love

Surround me with your boundless love
Confound me with your boundless love
I was drowning in the sea, lost as I could be
When you found me with your boundless love
You dumbfound me with your boundless love
You surround me with your boundless lov

- John Prine


Joan Baez: For John and Fiona Prine
March 2020: Shared while John was critically ill
with  COVID-19 and Fiona had also tested positive





John Prine and his wife/manager Fiona Whelan Prine at Prine’s album release party
for The Tree of Forgiveness in Nashville in 2018. | Photo: Neilson Hubbard


John Prine’s Wife Fiona Whelan Prine
Shares Message Following Legendary
Singer-Songwriter’s Passing

by Jessica Nicholson
April 8, 2020


John Prine‘s wife and manager, Fiona Whelan Prine, shared a post on Facebook following John Prine’s death on Tuesday (April 7) at age 73 due to complications from the COVID-19 coronavirus.

She shared that she was able to be with Prine in the hours before his passing, and urged readers to follow the guidelines set by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). She also asked that in lieu of gifts or flowers, that readers donate to organizations including Thistle Farms, Nashville Rescue Mission and Room in the Inn. John and Fiona wed in 1996; John Prine is also survived by three sons, Jody, Jack and Tommy, as well as two brothers and three grandchildren.

Message from Fiona Whelan Prine - 

Our beloved John died yesterday evening at Vanderbilt Medical Center in Nashville TN. We have no words to describe the grief our family is experiencing at this time. John was the love of my life and adored by our sons Jody, Jack and Tommy, daughter in law Fanny, and by our grandchildren.
John contracted Covid-19 and in spite of the incredible skill and care of his medical team at Vanderbilt he could not overcome the damage this virus inflicted on his body.
I sat with John – who was deeply sedated- in the hours before he passed and will be forever grateful for that opportunity.
My dearest wish is that people of all ages take this virus seriously and follow guidelines set by the CDC. We send our condolences and love to the thousands of other American families who are grieving the loss of loved ones at this time – and to so many other families across the world.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for the outpouring of love we have received from family, friends, and fans all over the world. John will be so missed but he will continue to comfort us with his words and music and the gifts of kindness, humor and love he left for all of us to share.


For the Love of John Prine « American Songwriter 



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Wikipedia - Who Is John Prine

John Prine (October 10, 1946 – April 7, 2020) was an American country folk singer-songwriter. He was active as a composer, recording artist, and live performer from the early 1970s until his death and was known for an often humorous style of original music that has elements of protest and social commentary.

Born and raised in Maywood, Illinois, Prine learned to play the guitar at the age of 14. He attended classes at Chicago's Old Town School of Folk Music.[1] After serving in West Germany with the U.S. Army, he returned to Chicago in the late 1960s, where he worked as a mailman, writing and singing songs first as a hobby, and then becoming a club performer.

A member of Chicago's folk revival, Prine credited film critic Roger Ebert and singer-songwriter Kris Kristofferson with discovering him, resulting in the production of Prine's eponymous debut album with Atlantic Records in 1971. The acclaim earned by this LP led Prine to focus on his musical career, and he recorded three more albums for Atlantic. He then signed with Asylum Records, where he recorded an additional three albums. In 1981, he co-founded Oh Boy Records, an independent record label with which he would release most of his subsequent albums.

Widely cited as one of the most influential songwriters of his generation, Prine was known for humorous lyrics about love, life, and current events, as well as serious songs with social commentary and songs that recollect melancholy tales from his life. In 2020, he received the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.



John Prine: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert
March 2018





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Amazon Link


"Surround me with your boundless love.
Confound me with your boundless love.
- John Cobb

In his Theological Reminiscences John Cobb tells readers about a time in his life when, for perhaps a minute or so, he felt surrounded by God as a pure, boundless love. He was in the army in WWII, living in a room in Arlington, Virginia. He had recently undertaken the discipline of directing positive feelings toward everyone he saw; and one night, as he knelt beside his bed for a “relatively perfunctory prayer," the experience fell upon him. Unbidden, and to his surprise, he had a feeling, a feeling of being loved totally accepted, just as he was. “The room was transformed, it was filled with spirit, it was filled with love.” Don't we all seek to be totally accepted, just as we are. Even and maybe especially when our horseshoes have run out of luck, and we're at risk of falling off a jagged cliff. Isn't it at this point, if not many others, when we seek that angel from Montgomery. And isn't it good that she arrives in so many forms? - Jay McDaniel

Book Blurb

In these remarkably intimate and forthcoming “reminiscences,” theologian and philosopher John B. Cobb, Jr., reflects on major theological developments of the last sixty years, from the Latin American, feminist, and black liberation theologies, to Vatican II, the “death of God,” and the shift from existentialist to process philosophies. A major conviction of Cobb’s work—amply displayed in these reflections—is that theology must engage contemporary issues. To that end, he followed a transdisciplinary approach throughout his career, integrating insights from many different areas of study and bringing different specialized disciplines into fruitful communication. As a result, Cobb has been influential in a wide range of disciplines, including theology, ecology, economics, biology and social ethics. His descriptions of these encounters are rich in personal detail and refreshingly honest.



Boundless Love
by Henry Van Dyke

O Thou whose boundless love bestows
The joy of life, the hope of Heaven;
Thou whose unchartered mercy flows
O'er all the blessings Thou hast given;
Thou by whose light alone we see;
Thou by whose truth our souls set free
Are made imperishably strong;
Hear Thou the solemn music of our song.

Grant us the knowledge that we need
To solve the questions of the mind;
Light Thou our candle while we read,
And keep our hearts from going blind;
Enlarge our vision to behold
The wonders Thou hast wrought of old;
Reveal thyself in every law,
And gild the towers of truth with holy awe.

Be Thou our strength when war's wild gust
Rages around us, loud and fierce;
Confirm our souls, and let our trust
Be like a wall that none can pierce;
Give us the courage that prevails,
The steady faith that never fails,
Help us to stand in every fight
Firm as a fortress to defend the right.

O God, make of us what Thou wilt;
Guide Thou the labor of our hand;
Let all our work be surely built
As Thou, the architect, hast planned;
But whatsoe'er thy power shall make
Of these frail lives, do not forsake
Thy dwelling. Let thy presence rest
Forever in the temple of our breast.



Saturday, April 11, 2020

Remembering The Beatles







Himesh Patel - Ob-la-di,Ob-la-da
(From "Yesterday"/2019)




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- Best The Beatles Songs Playlist





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1 - Paul McCartney talks about the moment he realized George Harrison could ALSO write songs!
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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Remembering Battlestar Galactica





BattleStar Galactica Theme




In a distant part of the universe, a human civilization has extended to a group of planets known as the Twelve Colonies, to which they have migrated from their ancestral homeworld of Kobol. The Twelve Colonies have been engaged in a lengthy war with a cybernetic race known as the Cylons, whose goal is the extermination of the human race. The Cylons offer peace to the humans, which proves to be a ruse. With the aid of a human named Baltar, the Cylons carry out a massive attack on the Twelve Colonies and on the Colonial Fleet of starships that protected them. These attacks devastate the Colonial Fleet, lay waste to the Colonies, and virtually destroy their populations. Scattered survivors flee into outer space aboard a ragtag array of available spaceships. Of the entire Colonial battle fleet, only the Battlestar Galactica, a gigantic battleship and spacecraft carrier, now retired as a fifty year old museum artifact of Colonial War Days, appears to have survived the Cylon attack. Under the leadership of Commander William Adama, the Galactica and the pilots of "Viper fighters" lead a fugitive fleet of survivors in search of the fabled thirteenth colony known as Earth.






From the darkness you must fall

Failed and weak, to darkness all.






Virtual Six: "It is what makes you human."

Baltar: "Is it? Not conscious thought?
Not poetry, or art, or music, literature?
Murder. Murder is my heritage?"

[Dr. Gaius Baltar (James Callis),
Battlestar Galactica, Season 2: Fragged]


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Number Six: "You, your race, invented murder.
Invented killing for sport, greed, envy.
Its man's one true art form."

[Number Six (Tricia Helfer),
Battlestar Galactica, Season 2: Fragged]


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When an old enemy, the Cylons, resurface and obliterate the 12 colonies,
the crew of the aged Galactica protect a small civilian fleet - the last of
humanity - as they journey toward the fabled 13th colony, Earth.



Battlestar Galactica



All This Has Happened Before
by R.E. Slater [adapted]


"All this has happened before
and will happen again,"
thought the Admiral;
What do you hear, Starbuck?
"Nothing but the rain."

"And it will happen again,"
thought Adama, fleet commander,
of decommissioned warship Galactica,
following "the rain across galaxies,
with fleeing maiden ship's in tow.

Remnants of the Colonies,
led by haunted tones echoing
Galactica's steeled chambers,
where Tyrol, among the five,
lied the enemy they've created.

Awakening from slumber, Kara,
war goddess, harbinger of death,
rises its music, hearing its call,
reliving a time before time began,
remembering distant lands.

She, who led lost colonies,
to homelands far and distant, before
time had begun, lost to memory;
whose grand cities mirrored
their many mistakes to be made.

Leading her lost colonies, to
a distant place; Earth, say some.
"What do you hear, Starbuck?"
"As in the beginning, so in the end,
this has happened before and will again."

- R.E. Slater

*Adapted with gratitude from Poem Link;
original poem by Pop Culture











Dreams of Earth

-Lysandros of Caprica

Beloved of the Gods, the happiest mortal I seem,
Sitting before thee, rapt at thy sight, hearing
Thy soft laughter and thy voice most gentle,
Speaking so passionately.

Them in my chest, my heart wildly flutters,
And, when on thee I gaze ever so ardently,
Bereft am I of all power of utterance,
My tongue [lies utterly] useless.

There rushes at once through my flesh, a tingling, fire,
My eyes are deprived of all power of vision,
My ears hear nothing but sounds of winds roaring,
And all is blackness.

And then, like as with Ambrosia, sweetly green,
Fire burns racing beneath my skin, intoxicating,
And Love, the ineluctable, with bitter sweetness,
Shakes my being.

Down courses in streams the sweat of emotion,
A deep trembling overwhelms me, leaves me,
From all sense and reason bereft,
Mad in your eyes.

Come to me then, Beloved, loosen me from my torment,
And wrap me sweetly in thy limbs, dewed in passion,
Consummate a mortal's yearning, and Love,
From aching flesh, set free.

And like a God, I shall die within thy lap,
Content to fall before thee, trembling,
All my heart's fullment found,
[Full within] thy [adored] grace.




Théodore Géricault - The Raft of the Medusa, Sketch [1818]… | Flickr



The raft was not as seaworthy,
as I had hoped. The waves
repeatedly threatened
to swamp it.
I wasn't afraid to die.
I was afraid of the
emptiness
I felt inside.
I couldn't feel anything.
And that's what scared me.
You came into my thoughts.
I felt them.
It felt good.






Stay Safe.
Because I like
being alive
at the same time
as you.






The Cylons were created by man.

They evolved.

They rebelled.

They look and feel human.

Some are programmed
to think they are human.

There are many copies.

And...

They have a PLAN....












REFERENCES








To Be Played with Poem Below:
"Caprica in Autumn" by Pat Harkin



"Caprica in Autumn"
by Pat Harkin


My fondest memory of home
Is of Caprica in autumn,
When the frost first came,
And in the mornings,
The trees were red and silver
And the grass was diamonds
And the water was a glass mirror
To the flocks above
And the air was crisp
and smelled of harvest.

My fondest memory of home
Is of Caprica in autumn
With the still-strong sun
Warming the days
And we'd run in the light
And roll through the leaves
And watch the bright birds
Who made homes in the branches
And flew through the last days of glory.

My fondest memory of home
Is of Caprica in autumn,
When the evening chill came on
As the sun went down
And the shadows crept over
The thornforest hills
And the flower colors faded
As the stars above
Came out in the sky
from a bottomless well.

My fondest memory of home
Is of Caprica in autumn...




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