Elaine Cardew Evans

The feelings of loss that I felt for these past three years since my wife Elaine died have been resolved and I can move on. Yet not a day passes where I do not think of her, she is always here and will always will be with me.

Wisdom

You know you have arrived on the spot you want to be when you place something besides yourself in the center of the picture.

Unnamed Paintings by Jane Evans Wynn

My daughter Jane is an artist but her usual medium is not painting. Jane loves to paint and enjoys life. She shares with us the joy she is having.


©Jane Wynn 2009


©Jane Wynn 2009

The Most Hypnotic and Trance
like Propaganda. A Work of Art Painted by Satin Himself.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ckm6VBpS1Xg

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Wo wir verwendet, um ein Glas oder zwei

Denken Sie daran, wie wir lachten sich die Stunden

Und davon geträumt, alle großen Dinge, die wir tun würde,

Once upon a time there was a tavern

Where we used to raise a glass or two

Remember how we laughed away the hours

And dreamed of all the great things we would do



Das waren die Tage, mein Freund

Wir dachten, sie würden nie zu Ende

Wir singen und tanzen für immer und einen Tag

Wir leben das Leben wählen wir

Wir kämpfen und nie verlieren

Denn wir waren jung und Sie haben unsere Art und Weise.

La la la la .......

Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we choose

We'd fight and never lose

For we were young and sure to have our way.

La la la la...



Das waren noch Zeiten, oh ja das waren die Tage,

Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we choose

We'd fight and never lose

For we were young and sure to have our way.

La la la la...

Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Dann werden die arbeitsreichen Jahre ging eilig von uns

Wir haben unsere Vorstellungen Sternenhimmel auf dem Weg

Wenn ich durch Zufall Sie in der Taverne

Wir würden uns ein Lächeln auf einem anderen, und wir würden sagen,....

Then the busy years went rushing by us

We lost our starry notions on the way

If by chance I'd see you in the tavern

We'd smile at one another and we'd say


Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we choose

We'd fight and never lose

For we were young and sure to have our way.

La la la la...

Those were the days, oh yes those were the days....

Once upon a time there was a tavern

Where we used to raise a glass or two

Remember how we laughed away the hours

And dreamed of all the great things we would do

Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we choose

We'd fight and never lose

For we were young and sure to have our way.

La la la la...

Those were the days, oh yes those were the days



☮I WISH THAT WE HAD PEACE
☮EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT
☮AND MOURN THE BRAVE SOLDIERS THAT HAVE DIED
☮BUT I FEEL IN MY BONES
☮THAT THE CAUSE FOR THEIR DEATHS
☮WAS NOT WORTHY OF THE SACREFICE THEY MADE

☮AS FOR THE ONES CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE
☮I HOPE FOR THEIR DELIVERENCE AS WELL
☮FOR WE ARE ALL ONE
☮AND LIVE UNDER THE SAME SUN
☮AND SHOULD HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO
© D. Evans 2009

Amazing!

Our star the Sun is but one of about 300 billion other stars in our own galaxy the Milky Way. And the Milky Way is but one of between 150 and 600 billion other galaxies in a universe that is said to be 14.7 billion years old. And what is beyond the universe as described? I believe in the concept of infinity as it applies to time and space.

A PERSPECTIVE OF WHERE WE STAND IN THE BIG PICTURE

Obama Does Not Get It! Heads Must Roll!!

Obama Does Not Get It! Heads Must Roll!!

We are not stupid we know what is going on. We know that millions have been spent in Washington to protect the Investment Elite. It is very much like listening to Nero fiddle while Rome burnes. Not only that but the Pigs have been put in charge of their own troughs. The following came from Sunday's NY Times written by Frank Rich. This is the last part of his column.

"Last week Goldman Sachs announced it would grant some of this year’s bonuses in stock, not cash, to try to stanch the public backlash to the record profits it piled up thanks to government largess. But Washington remains strangely oblivious to the mood out there. Financial reform has been embattled on Capitol Hill, where the financial industry has spent $344 million on lobbying in the first three quarters of 2009. The big ratings agencies that gave triple-A stamps of approval to Wall Street’s junk are back to business as usual. Bank of America and Citi are racing to return TARP money to Washington not because they have necessarily recovered but because they want to shower rewards on their executives with impunity.

"The rage engendered by this status quo is across the political map. As unlikely as it sounds, Ron Paul and Jim DeMint, political heroes of the tea party right, and Bernie Sanders and Alan Grayson, similarly revered on the left, have found a common cause in vilifying the Federal Reserve Bank and its chairman, Ben Bernanke. The Fed is hardly the root of all evil, but you can see why it is a handy scapegoat. Like the institutions it failed to police during the boom, it wields its power from on high with little transparency to those below.
Meanwhile, at the company where I work, as at many others, the latest round of layoffs will be completed by Christmas. Even for the survivors it feels a little like serial deaths in the family. And who believes we’re near the end of this story? For all of Wall Street’s and Washington’s rumors of a recovery, the fate of Americans on the ground remains very much up in the air."

Here Today (A Song for John)

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Here Today ( A Song for John) By Paul McCartney

I knew that John Lennon and Paul McCartney had some sort of parting of their ways after the Beatles disbanded. I never knew if they had reconciled before John’s death. After John died I thought that they had not reconciled. I always felt sad for Paul because of the years that they were together and the creativity they each possessed both individually and together. The greatness of this collaboration could have only come from a bond between them, a bond based on love.

Today I stayed home because of the rain and decided to listen to Charlie Rose’s interview of Paul McCartney on Google. During the interview it was brought out that they had reconciled. Paul told a wonderful story of how it happened that I could not do justice to by attempting to repeat it. I recommend you listen to this Charlie Rose interview on Google video on the web.

Paul wrote a song for John called “Here Today (A Song for John). I downloaded a video of the song and listened to it. I can be an emotional person at times. This was such a time. I could actually feel Paul’s love for John in this song. Life can be short and tricky. I am so happy both men were able to reconcile when they did. Other people’s happiness makes me happy too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gXCpXsz9ps

John Doherty Reading "Song of Myself" by Walt Whitman

This is a most powerful reading of the poem. John, presents it so straight forwardly and calm. It is a reading one could listen to over and over again and remain thrilled. Whitman never sounded better. About John Doherty. John works for the Boston Gas Company as a construction worker. As we can see, this was filmed at a work site. John was 34 years of age when he recited from "Song of Myself". Walt Whitman was 37 years old when he wrote it. It is a young man's poem. It is a very long poem and like all poems demands to be read aloud. I have glanced through it and was in awe for to me it is like a magnificent symphony waiting to be played. But in this case awaiting to read aloud in full.
Respectfully,
David Evans

THE HOLLOW MEN

Eliot wrote that he produced the title "The Hollow Men" by combining the titles of the romance "The Hollow Land" by William Morris with the poem "The Broken Men" by Rudyard Kipling.[2]

The two epigraphs to the poem, "Mistah Kurtz - he dead" and "A penny for the Old Guy", are allusions to Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness and to Guy Falks.

Some critics read the poem as told from five perspectives, each representing a phase of the passing of a soul into one of death's kingdoms ("death's dream kingdom", "death's twilight kingdom", and "death's other kingdom"), Eliot describes how we, the living, will be seen by "those who have crossed with direct eyes... not as lost violent souls, but only as the hollow men — stuffed men." The image of eyes figures prominently in the poem, notably in one of Eliot's most famous lines Eyes I dare not meet in dreams. Such eyes are also generally accepted to be in reference to Dante's Beatrice (see below).

The poet depicts figures, "gathered on this beach of the tumid river" — drawing considerable influence from Dante's third and fourth cantos of the Inferno which describes Limbo, the first circle of Hell - showing man in his inability to cross into Hell itself or to even beg redemption, unable to speak with God. Dancing "round a prickly pear," the figures worship false gods, recalling children and reflecting Eliot's interpretation of Western culture after World War I.

The final stanza may be the most quoted of all of Eliot's poetry;

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

This last line alludes to, amongst some talk of war, the actual end of the Gunpowder Plot mentioned at the beginning: not with its planned bang, but with Guy Fawkes's whimper, as he was caught, tortured and executed on the gallows. Some critics, particularly Helen Gardner, have also pointed out a (perhaps un-Eliotic) note of hope insofar as that 'whimper' could be interpreted as the sound of a new-born.

Perhaps most revealing, though, is Eliot's response, a 'no', when asked if he would write these lines again:

One reason is that while the association of the H-bomb is irrelevant to it, it would today come to everyone's mind. Another is that he is not sure the world will end with either. People whose houses were bombed have told him they don't remember hearing anything.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Hollow Men ....
1925 ...
.Mistah Kurtz- he dead. ....
The Hollow Men ....I


A penny for the Old Guy

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom

Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech

Caried on this beach of the tumid river
Sightles, unless
The eyes reapear
As the perpetual star

Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper. ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KvkJdcmqek

I cry for yesterday

I cry for yesterday when I dreamt dreams that could have been
I see today and know those dreams could never be
Yet without them there would be nothing
Yet today they still persist

My time is numbered but the dreams are not
My dreams are mine but not entirely
Others dream these dreams and the dreams persist
Passed in the essence and in the genes

Down through the ages they have come
Burnt and diminished dream by dream
Until nothing seems to be what is or what was

Yesterday is not today
And what was diminished is still the dream
For what is created cannot be erased
And will persist until the end

© D. Evans 2009

IF THIS IS A MAN

If This Is a Man

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Then,

Remember This if Nothing Else

For every Ying there is a Yang

For every Devil there is a Saint

For every Hitler there is a Schindler

For every Butcher there is a Hero
For every Himmler there is a Levi
For all the Hatred there is Love
And So Forth and So On
So Goes the World...

Per
Omnina Secula Seculorum

Amen

Or,

For every Yang there is a Ying

For every Saint there is a Devil

For every Schindler there is a Hitler

For every Hero there is a Butcher
For every Levi there is a Himmler
For all the Love there is Hatred

So
Goes the World

But

Never Again never again

Tamen Nunquam

Iterum Nunquam Iterum

Amen

© 2009 David
Evans

Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeKw8g-CT_M

The Gospel of Love and The Roman Church

By David Evans

For the record, the Roman Catholic Church says it preaches the Gospel of love. To a degree it really does. In the United States Catholic Charities performs worthy work. However, it is "love" with conditions. And love with conditions is not really love at all. Instead of looking with love into the hearts of the needy the Church, "triumphant and righteous" looks to those it says it loves and denies them love. There has always been a reason for this. The Church and similar organizations attract men with a certain type of personality as leaders. For the most part, such men (and they always are men) use the organization to further their psychic agenda which is the control of others and society. Ultimately, the church is about control not about love.

© D. Evans 2009

A Clear Midnight

By Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,

Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,

Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the
themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars