To all my friends who kept in contact throughout the year whether it was through WordPress, Twitter, Tumbler, Facebook, Sound Cloud & You Tube thank you. I am taking a break from all things techno for the Christmas season, hopefully to return in the New Year full of vim and vigour. I take this opportunity to wish you all you wish yourselves, have a safe and peaceful journey through the season of good will.
(c)Chris Black 2016.
Johan Vermeer
Born in the Netherlands in October 1632
His painting, Girl with a Pearl Earring
is something to behold
of its natural beauty
the whole world should be told.
A Vermeer masterpiece is what it is classed
Its natural beauty, will it ever be surpassed?
Johan Vermeer a natural talent by all accounts
Taking his work slowly at all times
Taking ultimate care
Never did get the deserved recognition while alive.
At the time of his passing
His family were barely able to survive.
Vermeer passed away on the 15th December 1675
In Delft.
The beauty of his paintings will keep his name alive.
What attracted me to this artists work?
its naturalness
abstract for me holds no attraction.
Of course everyone to their own
beauty as they say is in the eye of the beholder.
Vermeer captures this at all times
whether its The Girl with the Wine Glass
The Astronomer
His thirty plus recognised paintings
each one a thing of beauty.
(c) Chris Black 2016
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Sacha is now back on home soil
after teaching us of the decline.
The Bewick swan faces extinction
So please pick up the link and sign.
Elaine (c)
Trumpets blast, but will it last.
Fear now fills the halls of power
An oligarch has left his tower
Spread the wealth among his friends
Regardless who he must offend.
Can the world survive this fate
Major powers he’ll isolate
Without the blue just red and white
Steals like a thief into the night.
Like many leaders gone before
Who on a pedestal did roar
A man of peace came laid his hand
He found his power built on quicksand.
©j.black
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Good Monday morning Ireland.
Here is a beautiful tune about the once thriving blacksmith, now sadly in decline. Let’s keep this tradition alive.
Bojangles, on Merrion Square
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Sweet Beatitude
Seraphim upon the wing
Descending and Ascending
With the Harmonious Joy they Bring
Lullaby of Delicate Night
Miracle of Angelic Light
Hearken to the Majestic Sight
While Choirs of voices Harmoniously Sing
Sweet Beatitude
Gathering All unto its Song
While Darkness tolls, an impending throng;
Tender Mercy Harmoniously Rings
A Sweet Beatitude.
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~Morgan~
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I am old. And it is true that I am not as old as the Rolling Stones. After all, they are living proof that prehistoric fossils can actually still sing. But I am nearing the end. My health is rapidly deteriorating. And while medical technology has advanced worldwide, and is probably the only reason I have lived for 60 years, the cost of that technology to Americans is beyond what I can afford. I am living now in a house that I saw in my dreams back in college. In that dream from when I was twenty, I saw myself sitting in an easy chair that is now in this house. The sky outside was pale orange. And an angel came to me and said, “This is it. This is the end. You must come with me.”
So I am expecting the angel any day now.
But there is…
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