Wonderchild of Tyope

So, it would seem that the young Benjamin Britten rilly had a touch of Tyope from a very young age. This is his first musical drama, from when he was seven or six. "The Royal Falily".

Thank you, Britten Pears foundation (you can see the work in all its glory there).

Conductor of Magic

Came across this photo of Ralph Vaughan Williams and thought he looked a bit wizardly. But what kind of wizard would he be? Grey? Doens't seem kwite right, does it?

Anyway, looks like he's about to enact some deep magice, so I'll leave him toit.

temple of minor irregularities

i stumbled across this... a temple of minor irregularities.

i like the fact that it's under construction.

i'm planning to visit it during my procrastination pilgrimage, eventually.

nomanisanisland

today, a dem0 in dutch.

Twee boeren op een mini-eiland
Two farmers populating a small Dutch island

revisiting Avebury

I reckon that Stonehege was build by the contemporary equivalent of Microsoft, whereas Avebury was definitely an Apple circle.

this is Terry Pratchett writing (a while ago). having relatively recently learned the joys and tribulations of owning a mac, i'm inclined to disagree. i think both monuments were made by apple; both bear the company's signature sleek aesthetic. also, they were probably extremely fit for purpose, but not for mcuh else.

microsoft? they built Seahenge.

other thoughts on Avebury:

In the centre of the village is the Rectory (Vicarage), not looking towards the street, but fronting a pleasant garden and green fields, across which was a path leading to a vast mound said to be the work of human hands. Marvellous it is even as the mystic stones that tell of the creed of the generations gone by; and solemn and peaceful are the blue mists that rest upon it in the early morning, veiling its outlines as the shadows of the past.

now this is Tolkien writing. that is, it's not actually his writing, it's Elizabeth Sewell's, but the wording and spirit are very much him. in fact, she goes on in such a vein that i wouldn't be surprised if someone found a hidden manuscript by her, hidden in a sock drawer or something, about hobbits.

I have lingered at the garden gate day after day, gazing upon the old circular hill, and hearing no sound to break the stillness of the air, until I could have fancied that peace–the peace of a world which has never echoed to the sound of a human voice–the peace of the spirits who rest in hope, was lingering amidst that quiet village.

(thanks to the heritage journal for quoting Sewell and reminding me of the lesser spotted standing stones)

Happy Hobbit Hops

no angels

Galadriel at a masked ball. how ironic.