May
Hark! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim
My coming, and the swarming of the bees.
These are my heralds, and behold! my name
Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees.
I tell the mariner when to sail the seas;
I waft o'er all the land from far away
The breath and bloom of the Hesperides,
My birthplace.
I am Maia.
I am May.
“We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither;
but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops
— which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.”
I cannot tell you how it was,
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and sunny day
When May was young; ah, pleasant May!
As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn;
The last egg had not hatched as yet,
Nor any bird foregone its mate.
I cannot tell you what it was,
But this I know: it did but pass.
It passed away with sunny May,
Like all sweet things it passed away,
And left me old, and cold, and gray.
Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcom thee, and wish thee long.
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
While from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.
A quickening hope, a freshening glee,
Foreran the expected Power,
Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree,
Shakes off that pearly shower.
All Nature welcomes Her whose sway
Tempers the year’s extremes;
Who scattereth lustres o’er noon-day,
Like morning’s dewy gleams;
While mellow warble, sprightly trill,
The tremulous heart excite;
And hums the balmy air to still
The balance of delight.
Time was, blest Power! when youth and maids
At peep of dawn would rise,
And wander forth, in forest glades
Thy birth to solemnize.
Though mute the song—to grace the rite
Untouched the hawthorn bough,
Thy Spirit triumphs o’er the slight;
Man changes, but not Thou!
Thy feathered Lieges bill and wings
In love’s disport employ;
Warmed by thy influence, creeping things
Awake to silent joy:
Queen art thou still for each gay plant
Where the slim wild deer roves;
And served in depths where fishes haunt
Their own mysterious groves.
Cloud-piercing peak, and trackless heath,
Instinctive homage pay;
Nor wants the dim-lit cave a wreath
To honor thee, sweet May!
Where cities fanned by thy brisk airs
Behold a smokeless sky,
Their puniest flower-pot-nursling dares
To open a bright eye.
And if, on this thy natal morn,
The pole, from which thy name
Hath not departed, stands forlorn
Of song and dance and game;
Still from the village-green a vow
Aspires to thee addrest,
Wherever peace is on the brow,
Or love within the breast.
Yes! where Love nestles thou canst teach
The soul to love the more;
Hearts also shall thy lessons reach
That never loved before.
Stript is the haughty one of pride,
The bashful freed from fear,
While rising, like the ocean-tide,
In flow the joyous year.
Hush, feeble lyre! weak words refuse
The service to prolong!
To yon exulting thrush the Muse
Entrusts the imperfect song;
His voice shall chant, in accents clear,
Throughout the live-long day,
Till the first silver star appear,
The sovereignty of May.
May 1 - Flower Moon
The Flower Moon is named for the abundance of blooming flowers that typically appear this month. It reminds us to pause and reflect as the night sky takes on a calm, serene appearance
represents the blooming of flowers in May, which is when the Reign of Terror began. The title symbolizes the destruction of Native American culture and nature-related traditions by white colonizers during this period.
Win Butler Win Butler said,
Living in Montreal, the winters are so insane that in May, when it finally starts to break, there’s this really crazy feeling in the air as people kind of re-emerge from their houses, and there’s this almost kind of violent energy about it.
And the weather gets really weird, and there’s wind storms. And like yesterday, it was like 95 degrees, and there was a hailstorm. Like, these clouds just came in, and hail came down, and the wind knocked out all the power lines, and there were power outages, and we were trying to rehearse.
So [‘Month of May’] is just trying to get some of that feeling onto a record.
Hi, Time magazine, hi, Pulitzer Prize
It makes you wonder what he saw that he DIDN'T photograph.
That picture of the girl and the vulture.
Did he "waste his life"? Really? His legacy.
No reference here to the pics of the necklacing.
Winnie Mandela famously said "with our matches and our tyres we will reclaim our country".
He was the first person to film a necklacing.
He asked would those atrocities have occurred if there was nobody there to film them?
He blamed himself.
Almost a philosophy.
If a tree falls and nobody is there to hear it, does it make a sound?
Did he make those things happen because he was there waiting to film them?
A beautiful soul, the soul of an artist, scarred by what he had to work with, and what he saw.
Like Vincent, he "took his life as lovers often do"
and like Vincent "this world", at least the world he was forced to live in and record, "was never meant for one as beautiful as you"
a human being does not die at once,
but in a way, we die in pieces;
whenever a friend departs, a piece dies,
and whenever a lover leaves, a piece dies,
and whenever a dream of our dreams is killed,
a piece dies,
then finally, the greater death arrives,
only to see all our pieces long dead,
so he picks them up and departs.
In 1854 Horace Greeley, a New York newspaper editor, gave Josiah B. Grinnell a famous piece of advice. "Go West, young man, and grow up with the country," said Greeley. Grinnell took Greeley's advice, moved west, and later founded Grinnell, Iowa.
Widely held rhetoric of the nineteenth century suggested to Americans that it was their divine right and responsibility to settle the West with Protestant democratic values. Newspaper editor Horace Greely, who coined the phrase “Go west, young man,” encouraged Americans to fulfill this dream.
The song's title is attributed to the 19th-century quote "Go West, young man" commonly attributed to the American newspaper editor Horace Greeley, a rallying cry for the settlement and colonization of the American West, but also an invitation to pursue one's own dreams and individuality.
political in nature, cold war era song originally by the Village People (the YMCA group), borrowing sounds from the Soviet National Anthem and reforming them into a piece about how great and easy life could be if you abandon restricting and cruel communism
"Go west" is an idiom primarily meaning to die, or for an object to be lost, broken, or ruined. Frequently used in British English as a humorous or euphemistic phrase, it originates from the sun setting in the west and has been used to describe death since the 14th century, particularly during WWI.
Anthony George Franciosa October 25, 1928 – January 19, 2006) was an American actor most often billed as Tony Franciosa at the height of his career. He began his career on stage and made a breakthrough portraying the brother of the drug addict in the play A Hatful of Rain
After relocating to Hollywood he made numerous feature films, including A Face in the Crowd (1957), The Long, Hot Summer (1958), and Career (1959), for which he won the Golden Globe for Best Actor. In television, he played lead roles in five television series: the sitcom Valentine's Day (1964–65), drama The Name of the Game (1968–71), Search (1972–73), Matt Helm (1975), and Finder of Lost Loves (1984). Later in his career, he acted primarily in Europe, starring in the erotic drama The Cricket (1980) and Dario Argento's giallo Tenebrae (1982).
