Church bells/”A game of chess?”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwN7GZX9T7E&feature=related
“Oh here we go… she’s off” my friends can be really mean, they nudge and wink at one another or flick their eye brows upwards, it happens when I get on to one of my “things.” Sometimes when somebody starts on an unusual topic or theme they say “oh don’t start her off.”Once they made me wear a paper bag on my head, with holes for my eyes of course, and all because I had gotten a most unsightly boil appear just below my right eye. It must be something about me because they all treat me like that, other people seem to get treated respectfully. You’ve got to laugh haven’t you? Friends huh.
I said all that because I’m on one of those very “things” right now so be warned gentle people. I’m on about church bells, oh what is the matter with me? I cannot remember a time in my life from earliest memories when church bells haven’t really affected me, if I’m out with friends and I hear church bells, everybody has to stop and listen-in silence-and I just allow the melancholy just wash over me, sometimes I even close my eyes. Yes and that’s the effect, always it’s deepest melancholy, sweet sadness, and it hits me like a wave. Often I think back to when I was very small, me Mum used to chide me with stuff like “you won’t always have me to tidy up behind you,” you know what mums are like and if I was in the garden and the church bells would start, I used to think what life might be like when I’m all grown up and I didn’t have me Mum to look after me, every thing’s changing and yet those bells are changeless.
At the present time I make my home in Winchester Hants and if there is one thing Winch has it’s a cathedral, and of course cathedrals have bells so on Sundays and other days of the week I only have to open my windows to listen and allow the sweet sadness sweep over me. I tried hard to get Winchester bells up but without success, do you have any idea how hard a sound it is to capture? I’ve got some up and they really do not do justice to the real thing. But if you listen a bit you might get some idea of what the blithering heck I’ve been “on about.” See now YOU are doing it aren’t you? flicking your eyes heaven ward, and you haven’t even met me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2fAr5ePTTQ&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DK8uMGT01wA&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT99FDWDiUE&feature=related
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“A GAME OF CHESS?”
“I hate him I do
and all he said was
“a game of chess?”
I’m gonna bite him [that's what]
because there’s a light
brimming with smugness
it makes me sick to the stomache
get out of my sight
time after time, why
do I take the bait?
when barring twice
he has slaughtered me
he just whips my ass
on my ego he climbs
the wretch loves to dance on my pride
he won’t let it pass
hundreds of games now
I should oughtta know
don’t look at him,
his eyes are like magnets
to hell with that gleam
he’s so full of shit
but yet there have been those two times
when I stole the cream.”
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© The Totton linnet
Hmm … hard to argue but I’d been there, [long time ago] I guess.
Gentledove ~ I had the joy of belongint to a congregation in Houston for a time which had a “real” bell tower and “real” bells. It was utterly wonderful.
The best New Year’s eve I ever experienced was in NYC, at Riverside Cathedral, where the bells at midnight were ethereal.
And I had one Christmas in England, at Salisbury – although I don’t remember bells there. I attended Vespers. Perhaps they don’t ring them so much then.
Thanks for the wonderful topic and the nice youtubes. Even though it isn’t the real thing, they’re nice as a reminder!
Linda
Welcome to my little bloggy and thanx
BABES you snook in, I’ve only just noticed you, I reckon underneath all that cynicism there’s a flicker of faith
Flickery galloping faith was intended.
Where’s the king? Where’s the queen?
Let’s play a game of chess
and play it nice
I’m too impetuous for chess [dammit] I think this was one of my cleverest poems, but no-one has ever commented on it. so thanks, kisses for Baba xx only 2.