How Sweet The Moonlight
The Merchant of Venice
Andreas Scholl — soloist
Jocelyn Pook — composer
William Shakespeare — lyrics
How Sweet The Moonlight
The Merchant of Venice
Andreas Scholl — soloist
Jocelyn Pook — composer
William Shakespeare — lyrics
How Sweet The Moonlight
The Merchant of Venice
Andreas Scholl — soloist
Jocelyn Pook — composer
William Shakespeare — lyrics
JULIUS CAESAR BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Original recording of the 1953 film
Great Audio Moments, Vol.34: Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
Sir John Gielgud
James Mason
Marlon Brando
℗ 2013 Global Journey
Released on: 2013-09-02
Music Publisher: Global Journey
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The Music Theme for this week: JEALOUSY AND COVETOUSNESS.
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Magical Maddie has picked THEN AND NOW, MUSICAL COVERS for the next Music Theme.
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JEALOUSY AND COVETOUSNESS do not have to do with fairness, who deserves what, legalities, social judgements, or any external thing. JEALOUSY AND COVETOUSNESS are matters of the spirit. Covetousness is a symptom of weakness and insecurity. JEALOUSY AND COVETOUSNESS, together, are a vulnerability that can be exploited by the powers of evil. JEALOUSY AND COVETOUSNESS destroy the soul, confuse thinking, corrupt intent and allow the creation of havoc and chaos both within and without. Jealousy, alone, powered by a weak spirit and insecurity, can also become an exploited vulnerability. Jealousy must be tempered with generosity and responsibility for consequences. Those who COVET what is not their own, should be aware that their own COVETOUSNESS is often what gives what they do not have its value. If that which is desired is somehow obtained, it is often found, even power and relationships, to have had value only in imagination. What the COVETOUS desire is the feeling of acquisition. In order to maintain the value, in their own eyes, what has been acquired must be jealously guarded so that the value is enhanced by yet more covetousness of others. A vicious cycle. How can this be avoided?
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WASH YOUR SPIRIT CLEAN — Walela
4min. 24sec.
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Some deceive themselves by saying that covetousness is merely loneliness or appreciation of some interesting quality, or it is a need, or that it is only a desire to share with others, when perceived by themselves to not have enough of the necessary goods or status or power or adulation or real estate, or feelings of love, available to share. Some think it more pleasant to share someone else’s bounty, someone else’s hard work, someone else’s experiences, rather than one’s own. Perhaps it would be more pleasant to take the food, the life, the strength, the memories of some one else for one’s own, to redistribute or keep, as one pleases? What happens when this attitude is carried over into governments and ideologies and resources? Groups of people are denigrated and dehumanized, lands confiscated and the people forced into dire poverty to be exploited as tools or weapons rather than acknowledging the innate humanity of everyone.
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WHEN DA DAWGS COME OUT TO PLAY — Blood Diamond — Bai Burea feat. Masta Kent &Bullet Rhymes — James Newton Howard
3min. 23sec.
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Sometimes we deceive ourselves and say our motives are to jealously care for those we love, or protect our property. When in reality is that we are covetous of the admiration or love that are inspired in others by goodness or beauty or worthwhile achievement. That sort of protecting is like trying to guard the rays of the sun and make them shine only in one direction. Protection of property dehumanizes relationships reducing loved ones to chattel or things, which destroys the jealous guardian’s love, destroying the very qualities that make the illusory possessed desirable. Love becomes a chore of securing perimeters, of creating screens and veils to hide what is supposedly possessed. What happens when this attitude is carried over into governments and ideologies and resources? Wars happen. What must we do?
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NO MORE WAR —Playing For Change
5min. 09sec.
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Like a hawk with a broken wing, when we need help, we must ask for it, loudly. But we only want help from those who truly have our mutual welfare and interests at heart., not sources we feel are trying to exploit our vulnerability. We, like the hawk, have to guard our welfare with jealousy and respond instantly to cries for help, when those for whom we care, call… that is diligent awareness, not obsessive control of others. Does the hawk covet your possessions? No. The hawk flies free of such encumbrances.
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World Of Rainbows — Carlos R. Nakai
3min. 47sec.
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I wonder if domesticated urbanized humans, are a like penned domestic chickens. Do trapped humans go a little crazy and attack themselves and each other? Why are people constantly picking at perceived weakness, including bodies, and children, loved ones and those called enemies? Chickens will peck at a wound or open sore on another in the flock, until they kill the vulnerable member. If the entire is flock is weakened and vulnerable will the chickens attemot to kill everyone? Must all the factory chickens be kept just out of reach of each other by external forces, as in egg factories? What functions do housing, offices, warehouses, the cyber world perform in modern lives? Are we brought into contact with each other or are we kept just far enough apart? Are the majority of humans now being domesticated to live in a monstrous version of the egg factories?
I think we must jealously guard our physical and spiritual freedom with diligent awareness. No one can afford to be indifferent.
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Epica – Requiem For The Indifferent
8 min. 38sec..
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Covetousness is often the root of other sins. Jealousy against covetousness, or jealousy practiced in such a way as to breed coventousness permeates much, if not all of human society.
BLACK SOUL CHOIR — 16 Horse Power — David Eugene Edwards
3min. 52sec.
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The Ten Commandments Begin and end on the themes of JEALOUSY and COVETOUSNESS. Commentary and Biblical links: INTERNATIONAL STANDARD BIBLE ENCYCLOPEDIA Topical Bible: Covetousness – Bible Hub COVETOUSNESS William Evans
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KINGDOM OF ICE — Wovenhand — David Eugene Edwards
3min. 24sec.
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LISA OF THE LIGHT: https://undergroundenergy.wordpress.com/2015/02/1…
Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
Riding o’er the land,
You can feel its gentle hand
Leading on to its destiny
Ride on Through the night
Ride on
Ride on
Through the night Ride on
Take me with you on this journey
Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
In cathedrals of the forest
In the words of the tongues now lost
Find the answers,
Ask the questions
Find the roots of an ancient tree
Take me dancing,
Take me singing
I’ll ride on till the moon meets the sea
Ride on
Through the night Ride on
Ride on
Through the night Ride on
Ride on
Through the night Ride on
Ride on
Through the night Ride on
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There are many deities, muse, nymphae, gods and goddesses, associated with poetry in many culutres. My favorite may be Brighid, the Gaeilge Goddess in Trinity.
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Song To Brighid — Lisa Theil
Blessed Woman come to me
Woman of the Fires,
Woman of Poetry
Blessed Woman come to me
Woman of Healing,
Woman of Skillful Means
Blessed woman of the land
Guide my heart and guide my hand
Blessed Woman of the streams
Guide my soul and guide my dreams
Blessed Woman come to me
Woman of the fires
Woman of Poetry,
Blessed Woman come to me
Woman of Healing
Woman of Skillful Means.
Blessed Woman of the hills
Heal all wounds and heal all ills
Blessed Woman of the flame
Awaken me to renew again
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Gabhaim Molta Bríghde
Gabhaim Molta Bríghde = I Recommend Brighde — Gaeilge = Irish
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Brighid’s Kiss — Triniti
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Eva challenged us with Poets and Poetry as our Music theme for 04.24.2014. I have limited myself to three poets… otherwise you can guess what would happen!!!
For May 1-7, I suggest May Day … and whatever you feel fits within the coming week. To participate all that is necessary is to make your own blog post and let me know via a reply to this page and/or one or more of the other participants — listed at the bottom of the page, in updates, as their own pages become available.
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE William Shakespeare – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
“All the world’s a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts…”
En Viena hay diez muchachas,
un hombro donde solloza la muerte
y un bosque de palomas disecadas.
Hay un fragmento de la mañana
en el museo de la escarcha.
Hay un salón con mil ventanas.
¡Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Toma este vals, este vals,
este vals con la boca cerrada.
En Viena hay cuatro espejos
donde juegan tu boca y los ecos.
Hay una muerte para piano
que pinta de azul a los muchachos.
Hay mendigos por los tejados,
hay frescas guirnaldas de llanto.
¡Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Toma este vals, este vals,
este vals que se muere en mis brazos.
Este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals,
de sí, de muerte y de coñac,
que moja su cola en el mar.
Porque te quiero, te quiero amor mío,
en el desván donde juegan los niños,
soñando viejas luces de Hungría
por los rumores de la tarde tibia,
viendo ovejas y lirios de nieve
por el silencio oscuro de tu frente.
¡Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Toma este vals, este vals,
este vals de quebrada cintura.
Este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals,
de sí, de muerte y de coñac,
que moja su cola en el mar.
En Viena bailaré contigo
con un disfraz que tenga cabeza de río.
¡Mira qué orillas tengo de jacintos!
Dejaré mi boca entre tus piernas,
mi alma en fotografías y azucenas,
y en las ondas oscuras de tu andar.
Quiero amor mío, amor mío, dejar
violín y sepulcro, las cintas del vals.
Quiero amor mío, amor mío, dejar
violín y sepulcro, las cintas del vals.
¡Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Toma este vals, este vals,
este vals del “te quiero siempre”.
Este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals,
de sí, de muerte y de coñac,
que moja su cola en el mar.
Este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals,
de sí, de muerte y de coñac,
que moja su cola en el mar.
Porque te quiero, te quiero amor mío,
en el desván donde juegan los niños,
soñando viejas luces de Hungría
por los rumores de la tarde tibia …
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OMAR KHAYYAM was my Mother’s favorite collection, and therefor a sweet childhood memory.
Omar Khayyám – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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رباعیات عمر خیام
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Illustration by Edmund Joseph Sullivan for Quatrain 51 of Fitzgerald’s First Version.