The Original (1953) Pearl Harbour Movie; From Here to
Eternity won eight Academy Awards out of
13 nominations, including for Picture, Best Director (Fred Zinnemann. “In its
day, the film was startling - in part because it got made (everyone had warned
that the James Jones novel was too dirty)," writes David Thomson in New
Republic. “In addition, the film was boldly cast: Deborah Kerr is a surprise as
the disillusioned wife, Karen; Burt Lancaster is subtle as Sgt. Warden; Clift
is Clift; and then there was Frank Sinatra, who knew MAGGIO was his title shot and wasn’t going to let it
get away.” Today, it’s Donna Reed who makes the deepest impression. As Thomson
points out, her “LORENE” is a wreck and a true portrait from life as well as
the film’s best forecast of what was going to happen to honour and decency in
America when this necessary war was over.”
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Thursday, 5 November 2015
The World is Still all Right I say; But Tis us Must Ensure it Stays so.
Be
honest, kindly, simple, true;
Seek good in all, scorn but pretence;
Whatever sorrow come to you,
Believe in Life’s Beneficence!
The
World’s all right; serene I sit,
And cease
to puzzle over it.
There’s
much that’s mighty strange, no doubt;
But
Nature-the Creator- knows what it’s all about;
And in a
million years or so
We’ll
know more than to-day we know.
Old
Evolution’s under way —
What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
Could
things be other than they are?
All’s in
its place, from mote to star.
The
thistledown that flits and flies
Could
drift no hair-breadth otherwise.
What is,
must be; with rhythmic laws
All
Nature chimes, Effect and Cause.
The
sand-grain and the sun obey —
What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
Just try to get the Cosmic touch,
The sense that “you” don’t matter much.
A million stars are in the sky;
A million planets plunge and die;
A million million men are sped;
A million million wait ahead.
Each plays his part and has his day —
What ho! the World’s all
right, I say.
Just try
to get the Chemic view:
A million
million lives made “you”,.
In lives
a million you will be
Immortal
down Eternity;
Immortal
on this earth to range,
With
never death, but ever change.
You
always were, and will be aye —
What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
Be glad! And do not blindly grope
For Truth that lies beyond our scope:
A sober plot informeth all
Of Life’s uproarious carnival.
Your day is such a little one,
A gnat that lives from sun to sun;
Yet gnat and you have parts to play —
What ho! the World’s all
right, I say.
And
though it’s written from the start,
Just act
your best your little part.
Just be
as happy as you can,
And serve
your kind, and die — a man.
Just live
the good that in you lies,
And seek
no guerdon of the skies;
Just make
your Heaven here, to-day —
What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
Remember!
in Creation’s swing
The Race
and not the man’s the thing.
There’s
battle, murder, sudden death,
And
pestilence, with poisoned breath.
Yet quick
forgotten are such woes;
On, on
the stream of Being flows.
Truth,
Beauty, Love uphold their sway —
What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
The
World’s all right; serene I sit,
And joy
that I am part of it;
And put
my trust in Nature’s plan,
And try
to aid her all I can;
Content
to pass, if in my place
I’ve
served the uplift of the Race.
Truth!
Beauty! Love! O Radiant Day —
What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
So, Light
up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me;
I've got
to watch the bannock bake -- how restful is the air!
You'd
little think that we were somewhere north of Sixty-three,
Though
where I don't exactly know, and don't precisely care.
The man-size mountains palisade us round on every side;
The river is a-flop with fish, and ripples silver-clear;
The midnight sunshine brims yon cleft -- we think it's the Divide;
We'll get there in a month, maybe, or maybe in a year.
It doesn't matter, does it, pal? We're of that breed of men
With whom the world of wine and cards and women disagree;
Your trouble was a roofless game of poker now and then,
And "raising up my elbow", that's what got away with me.
We're merely "Undesirables", artistic more or less;
My horny hands are Chopin-wise; you quote your Browning well;
And yet we're fooling round for gold in this damned wilderness:
The joke is, if we found it, we would both go straight to hell.
Well, maybe we won't find it -- and at least we've got the
"life".
We're both as brown as berries, and could wrestle with a bear:
(That bannock's raising nicely, pal; just jab it with your knife.)
Fine specimens of manhood they would reckon us out there.
It's the tracking and the packing and the poling in the sun;
It's the sleeping in the open, it's the rugged, unfaked food;
It's the snow-shoe and the paddle, and the campfire and the gun,
And when I think of what I was, I know that it is good.
This is
my dream of Whitehorse
When
fifty years have sped,
As after
the Rogers' Banquet
I lay
asleep in my bed.
I
tottered along the sidewalk
That was
made of real cement;
A
skyscraper loomed above me,
Where
once I remembered a tent.
I heard
the roar of a trolley,
And I
stumbled out of the way;
I dodged
a few automobiles,
And I
felt I was getting quite gay.
I thought
I'd cross the Yukon,
Over the
big steel bridge;
I heard
the roar of the stamp mills
Up on the
western ridge.
Crushing
the quartz from bullion,
And borne
on the evening breeze
I sniffed
the fumes of the smelter
And the sulphur
made me sneeze.
So I
thought I'd go to Ear Lake Park
Where
nature was fresh and fair;
('Twas
donated by J.P.Whitney,
The
multi-millionaire.)
Out past
the smiling suburbs,
The
villas with gardens a flower,
The
factories down by the rapids
Run by
the water power.
I took a
car to the Canyon
And
transferred up to the Park
And I sat
on a bench by the fountain
Feeling
as old as the Ark.
I sighed
for the ancient landmarks,
The men
that I used to know,
Till I
stumbled against a statue,
And
spelled out the name - Bob Lowe.
A little
chap who saw me
Said with
evident pride:
"That
is a bust of my grandpa:
It's
twenty years since he died.
And if
you think I'm fooling,
Ask that
boy and you'll see -
He's
little Billy Grainger, my playmate,
And
that's little Barney McGee."
Then I
turned once more to the city,
With its
streets like canyons a roar;
And the
lights of Taylor & Drury's
Colossal
department store:
The
eighteen storey steel palace
Where
once stood the White Pass Hotel,
The
silent rush of its elevators
The clamour
of bell upon bell.
And over
there at the depot
The
hurry, the crush and the din,
The flyer
just starting for Dawson,
The
bullion express coming in.
The
business blocks all a bustle,
The
theatres all alight,
The Home
of Indigent Sourdoughs
Endowed
by Armstrong and White.
And
everywhere were strangers,
And I
thought in the midst of these
Of Old
Bill Clark in his homespun,
And debonair
Mr.Breze:
And Fish,
and Doc and the Deacon,
And the
solo bunch at the club -
Now grown
to a stately mansion
That
would make the old place look dub.
It was
all so real, so lifelike,
I awoke
like a man in a fog,
So I shed
a few tears in the darkness,
And
groped for the hair of the dog.
This was
my dream of Whitehorse
When
fifty years had sped,
What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
As I lay
asleep here in my bed.
Sunday, 11 October 2015
Memories of Alcohol~~Author Unknown.
I
have observed that there are several websites FALSELY claiming ownership of
this article; but, of course, since the original author is UNKNOWN and the silhouette
PUBLIC DOMAIN; such claims are fraudulent, and completely illegitimate.
I
drank for self-confidence and lost it all. I
drank for strength and grew weaker. I drank to make conversation easier and
slurred my speech. I drank for happiness and became unhappy. I drank for joy
and became miserable. I drank to appear “cool” and became “Uncool”. I drank for
sociability and became argumentative. I drank for sophistication and became
obnoxious. I drank for friendship and made only enemies. I drank for relaxation
and got the “shakes”. I drank for sleep and woke up tired. I DRANK TO FEEL
HEAVENLY; ENDED IN HELL. ~ Al (Alex-Alexander) D Girvan.
Sunday, 20 September 2015
Why Reborn, or Recycled, Into Everlasting Life? Why do we not just live Forever?
Human evolution; should Nature just "let it be"?
Timeless as Nature-the Creator of all is; apparently, Nature at times, none the less, similar to mankind, gets somewhat restless--DAMN WELL BORED, WITH LIFE, AND WITH CREATION. Nature craves a change of scene. In Nature’s realm in order for a change of scene something must—well—CHANGE.
In order for anything, or anyone, to really change; one thing must die, decompose, become dust, often become extinct.
Then, and only then, can real change take place; a new and improved animal, plant, or species there of evolve.
Trees and many other plants excluding death caused by disease or famine can live for what we mere humans consider to be a very long time.
Some animals, including fish (sharks), tortoises, turtles, marine crustaceans (lobsters), and POLITICIANS can also live for, what we consider to be, a very long time. Then, there still exists air, earth, rock and water. None of these things have changed, or evolved, to any real, marked, degree.
While energy cannot be destroyed; never dies (or so we are told by science);True, Everlasting Life, Requires Death; and Then Evolution, or Metamorphosis
Timeless as Nature-the Creator of all is; apparently, Nature at times, none the less, similar to mankind, gets somewhat restless--DAMN WELL BORED, WITH LIFE, AND WITH CREATION. Nature craves a change of scene. In Nature’s realm in order for a change of scene something must—well—CHANGE.
In order for anything, or anyone, to really change; one thing must die, decompose, become dust, often become extinct.
Then, and only then, can real change take place; a new and improved animal, plant, or species there of evolve.
Trees and many other plants excluding death caused by disease or famine can live for what we mere humans consider to be a very long time.
Some animals, including fish, tortoises, turtles, and marine crustaceans, can also live for, what we consider to be, a very long time. Then there still exists air, earth, rock and water. None of these things have evolved to any real marked degree.
While energy cannot be destroyed; never dies (or so we are told by science);True, Everlasting Life, Requires Death; and Then Evolution, or Metamorphosis, of the New, Improved Version. © Al (Alex-Alexander) D. Girvan.
Sunday, 19 July 2015
A Dog's Purpose--to Teach us What Life is all About (according to a 6-year-old).~~ original author unknown
Being a
veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound. The dog's owner, his wife, and their two children, were all very attached to the
animal they considered a family member so they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined this
remarkable animal and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we
couldn't do anything for him, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure
for this middle aged dog in their home.
As we made
arrangements, the owners told me they thought it would be good for their six-year-old
son and their younger daughter to observe the procedure. They felt both might
learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt
the familiar catch in my throat as the dog’s loving family family surrounded
him. The young son seemed so calm, petting his long time friend for the last time
that I could not help but wonder if he understood what was going on. Within a
few minutes, the dog slipped peacefully away.
The little boy
seemed to accept the transition without any difficulty or confusion. Whatever. We
sat together for a while, after the dog’s death, wondering aloud about the sad
fact that the lives of the higher “dumb” animals are so often much shorter than
human lives.
The young boy, who
had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.''
Startled, we all
turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a
more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I TRY to live.
He said, ‘People are
born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody--
all the time-- and being nice, right?'' The Six-year-old continued, ''Well,
dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.' Nature, the
Creator, put cats, dogs and some other animals on this earth to teach us: to:
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, with a “dumb
“animal as your teacher you would also learn things like:
When loved ones come
home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the
opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience
of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before
rising.
Run, romp, and play
daily.
Thrive on attention
and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a
simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop
to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink
lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy,
dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the
simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be
something you're not.
If what you want
lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is
having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
There comes a time
in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You
surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on
the good. So, love the people who treat you right. Think good thoughts for the
ones who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
Falling down is part
of LIFE...Getting back up is LIVING...~~original author unknown.
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