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Post by kissmekate on Apr 23, 2013 18:03:08 GMT
If anyone else missed it and iPlayer doesn't co-operate, PM me
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Post by Petruchio - Good God on Apr 25, 2013 7:05:53 GMT
Thx u Kate
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Post by Blue on Apr 25, 2013 16:33:24 GMT
Hi Ladies, Sorry to be dumb but I can't figure out how to download this, what is the radio downloader? Thanks x
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Post by kissmekate on Apr 25, 2013 16:55:03 GMT
Got a PM, Blue!
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Post by barbicanbelle on Apr 25, 2013 23:32:08 GMT
Hi Ladies, Sorry to be dumb but I can't figure out how to download this, what is the radio downloadr? Thanks x same here I've just listened to it - and I think it's a fantastic programme, great idea, very well executed ( and I'd still think the same even if it hadn't been Rufus reading). But I can't work out how to dowload it! I really need to do something about my lack of techieness ....
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Post by adina on Sept 21, 2014 8:34:43 GMT
The radio is repeating Words and Music, and I want this thread to be at the top of the pile to remind everyone ( 17:30 BBC Radio 3), so I've cooked up a cunning plan: I post some poems. They might help some ears to understand the words. And they can tempt you to turn on the radio. To hear how Rufus delivers them. www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01rygqwWilliam Shakespeare: Sonnet 12
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Allen Ahlberg: The Slow Man
The phone rings But never long enough For the Slow Man.
By the time The set's switched on His favourite programme's over.
His tea grows cold From cup to lip. His soup evaporates.
He laughs, eventually, At jokes long since Gone out of fashion.
Sell-by dates And limited special offers Defeat him.
He comes home With yesterday's paper And reads it...tomorrow.
Dava Sobel: Longitude
"...the search for a solution to the longitude problem assumed legendary proportions, on a par with discovering the Fountain of Youth, the secret of perpetual motion, or the formula for transforming lead into gold. English clockmaker John Harrison, a mechanical genius who pioneered the science of portable precision timekeeping, devoted his life to this quest. He accomplished what Newton had feared was impossible: He invented a clock that would carry the true time for the home port, like an eternal flame, to any remote corner of the world. With no formal education or apprenticeship to any watchmaker, Harrison nevertheless constructed a series of virtually friction-free clocks that required no lubrication and no cleaning, that were made from materials impervious to rust, and that kept their moving parts perfectly balanced in relation to one another, regardless of how the world pitched or tossed about them. He did away with the pendulum, and he combined different metals inside his works in such a way that when one component expanded or contracted with changes in temperature, the other counteracted the change and kept the clockâs rate constant."
Roger McGough: Potato Clock
A potato clock, a potato clock Has anybody got a potato clock? A potato clock, a potato clock Oh where can I find a potato clock?
I went down to London the other day Found myself a job with a lot of pay Carrying bricks on a building site From early in the morning till late at night
No one here works as hard as me I never even break for a cup of tea My only weakness, my only crime Is that I can never get to work on time
A potato clock, a potato clock Has anybody got a potato clock? A potato clock, a potato clock Oh where can I find a potato clock?
I arrived this morning half an hour late The foreman came up in a terrible state 'You've got a good job, but you'll lose it, cock, If you don't get up at eight o'clock.'
Up at eight o'clock, up at eight o'clock Has anybody got up at eight o'clock? Up at eight o'clock, up at eight o'clock Oh where can I find up at eight o'clock?
D. H. Lawrence: Piano
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings. In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide. So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
Charles Simic: The Clocks of the Dead
One night I went to keep the clock company. It had a loud tick after midnight As if it were uncommonly afraid. It's like whistling past a graveyard, I explained. In any case, I told him I understood. Once there were clocks like that In every kitchen in America. Now the factory's windows are all broken. The old men on night shift are in Charon's boat The day you stop, I said to the clock, The little wheels they keep in reserve Will have rolled away Into many hard-to-find places. Just thinking about it, I forgot to wind the clock. We woke up in the dark. How quiet the city is, I said. Like the clocks of the dead, my wife replied. Grandmother on the wall, I heard the snows of your childhood Begin to fall. Okay, and now, Rufus, it's your turn! - At half past five.
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Sept 21, 2014 18:00:27 GMT
very much for the reminder, Adina, and especially for reproducing the excerpts for us to follow. I did enjoy listening to that again - my favourite is still Potato Clock. Here, Rufus, here: www.geekalerts.com/potato-clock/
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Post by midoro on Sept 21, 2014 20:06:18 GMT
Lol GE2! I missed it, but still have one week to listen to it. And thanks Adina for posting the poems!
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Post by kygal on Sept 22, 2014 11:43:47 GMT
Thanks!
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Post by adina on Sept 22, 2014 17:40:51 GMT
That is not just a simple clock but an alarm clock! I am one hour ahead, so for me the timing was very poetic - the hour of the sunset - I put on the headphones in daylight, and while I was listening those beautiful words and music, the room was getting light red, then completely dark. Umm, I am not so sure of having a favourite, I just love how the whole thing is put together. Well, if I have to say something smaller than the whole -- the "cup to lip" of The Slow Man had a strong p, so I might say: Rufus's p. still have one week to listen to it. Six days. Hurry up!
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Post by kitty on Sept 22, 2014 23:41:37 GMT
Oh, how smart they are to reply this. I really enjoyed it the first time around.
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Post by Rachel on Sept 28, 2014 1:23:42 GMT
Finally got a chance to listen, it really was excellent. But I'm with Adina, I don't think I could pick a favorite, I loved all of it. Rufus has such an expressive voice, as the old saying goes, he could read the phone book and make it interesting. I will say that I thought the piece of music after "Time's Arrow" was very appropriate.
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Post by kissmekate on Sept 28, 2014 8:01:33 GMT
Thanks for finding a potato clock for us, GE2 Adina, I'm absolutely with you about Rufus's p's
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Post by francesca on Sept 28, 2014 18:11:14 GMT
I missed the second broadcast of 'Words and Music'. But I have do have it recorded so it's not as bad as it could be. My favourite too is the Potato clock . I knew I had a vid clip somewhere, so I looked for it. Someone put Frank and the poem together. I can't remember where I got it from, probably YouTube so I can't give anyone credit for it. I make no apologies if it has been posted before; it is enchanting and well worth seeing again.
Edited by Rueful to remove video link, since there were technical issues. See post below.
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Post by adina on Sept 29, 2014 12:32:20 GMT
Someone put Frank and the poem together. I can't remember where I got it from, probably YouTube Well, that "someone" was me. I made it for the 'Cap It!' thread three weeks ago, so it was supposed to be a joke. Since I tried to hide it on the YouTube to the best of my ability, I am rather baffled how you have managed to bump into it outside the Rooftop - I am quite suspicious that you saw the cap-it post but my humour didn't impress you, so you just kept the video and forgot the joke. I still think the video belongs rather to the Games section than to this thread, but of course it was made to celebrate Rufus, so it may be taken as a Rufus appreciation video clip. youtu.be/KtFwClt7PuU (I hope BBC won't be angry at me for using their stuff.)
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