Four* in the Morning
Not having posted Saturday, nothing to say, I've been playing catch up, and there were a lot of embedded videos. Cue minor exploration of YouTube, among other sites. For your delectation I shall include this one - you have fifteen minutes to spare, Dear Reader?
Ok, I tried to embed, LJ wasn't having it. 'Scuse my lack of geek skilz, I know it's added hassle clicking on a link but it's the best I can do today. Tomorrow may be better. The whole video is here. Enjoy!
The poem to which Ted refers as starting him off on the whole Four in the Morning thing is this:-
FOUR IN THE MORNING**
Wislawa Szymborska
The hour from night to day.
The hour from side to side.
The hour for those past thirty.
The hour swept clean to the crowing of cocks.
The hour when earth betrays us.
The hour when wind blows from extinguished stars.
The hour of and-what-if-nothing-remains-after-us.
The hollow hour.
Blank, empty.
The very pit of all other hours.
No one feels good at four in the morning.
If ants feel good at four in the morning
--three cheers for the ants. And let five o'clock come
if we're to go on living.
Translated by Magus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire
And Finally - what you could get if you combined a saxophonist, a pianist, their instruments, and a unicycle.
Sorry about the (lack of) music, I guess they had to include the unicycle to get an audience!
Th-th-that's all folks!
*Just a thought, when Webster was 'rationalizing' spellings for America, why did he leave the 'u' in 'four'? He seems to have deleted the 'u' from so many other words:- colour, favour, savour, saviour . . .
**I don't do four in the morning, by then I am well asleep. Many moons ago, when I was in residence at university, I would sometimes wake early, prop myself up in bed and watch the day dawn (being in the summer term it could well have been at four in the morning), then turn over and sleep until a more civilised hour!
Ok, I tried to embed, LJ wasn't having it. 'Scuse my lack of geek skilz, I know it's added hassle clicking on a link but it's the best I can do today. Tomorrow may be better. The whole video is here. Enjoy!
The poem to which Ted refers as starting him off on the whole Four in the Morning thing is this:-
FOUR IN THE MORNING**
Wislawa Szymborska
The hour from night to day.
The hour from side to side.
The hour for those past thirty.
The hour swept clean to the crowing of cocks.
The hour when earth betrays us.
The hour when wind blows from extinguished stars.
The hour of and-what-if-nothing-remains-after-us.
The hollow hour.
Blank, empty.
The very pit of all other hours.
No one feels good at four in the morning.
If ants feel good at four in the morning
--three cheers for the ants. And let five o'clock come
if we're to go on living.
Translated by Magus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire
And Finally - what you could get if you combined a saxophonist, a pianist, their instruments, and a unicycle.
Click to viewSorry about the (lack of) music, I guess they had to include the unicycle to get an audience!
Th-th-that's all folks!
*Just a thought, when Webster was 'rationalizing' spellings for America, why did he leave the 'u' in 'four'? He seems to have deleted the 'u' from so many other words:- colour, favour, savour, saviour . . .
**I don't do four in the morning, by then I am well asleep. Many moons ago, when I was in residence at university, I would sometimes wake early, prop myself up in bed and watch the day dawn (being in the summer term it could well have been at four in the morning), then turn over and sleep until a more civilised hour!