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Sunday, 13 December 2015

Frank Sinatra; A Century of Doing it- His Way.



The Original (1953) Pearl Harbour Movie; From Here to Eternity  won eight Academy Awards out of 13 nominations, including for Picture, Best Director (Fred Zinnemann. “In its day, the film was startling - in part because it got made (everyone had warned that the James Jones novel was too dirty)," writes David Thomson in New Republic. “In addition, the film was boldly cast: Deborah Kerr is a surprise as the disillusioned wife, Karen; Burt Lancaster is subtle as Sgt. Warden; Clift is Clift; and then there was Frank Sinatra, who knew MAGGIO  was his title shot and wasn’t going to let it get away.” Today, it’s Donna Reed who makes the deepest impression. As Thomson points out, her “LORENE” is a wreck and a true portrait from life as well as the film’s best forecast of what was going to happen to honour and decency in America when this necessary war was over.”

Thursday, 5 November 2015

The World is Still all Right I say; But Tis us Must Ensure it Stays so.



       Be honest, kindly, simple, true;
      Seek good in all, scorn but pretence;
      Whatever sorrow come to you,
      Believe in Life’s Beneficence!

The World’s all right; serene I sit,
And cease to puzzle over it.
There’s much that’s mighty strange, no doubt;
But Nature-the Creator- knows what it’s all about;
And in a million years or so
We’ll know more than to-day we know.
Old Evolution’s under way —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.

Could things be other than they are?
All’s in its place, from mote to star.
The thistledown that flits and flies
Could drift no hair-breadth otherwise.
What is, must be; with rhythmic laws
All Nature chimes, Effect and Cause.
The sand-grain and the sun obey —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.

Just try to get the Cosmic touch,
The sense that “you” don’t matter much.
A million stars are in the sky;
A million planets plunge and die;
A million million men are sped;
A million million wait ahead.
Each plays his part and has his day —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.

Just try to get the Chemic view:
A million million lives made “you”,.
In lives a million you will be
Immortal down Eternity;
Immortal on this earth to range,
With never death, but ever change.
You always were, and will be aye —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.

Be glad! And do not blindly grope
For Truth that lies beyond our scope:
A sober plot informeth all
Of Life’s uproarious carnival.
Your day is such a little one,
A gnat that lives from sun to sun;
Yet gnat and you have parts to play —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.

And though it’s written from the start,
Just act your best your little part.
Just be as happy as you can,
And serve your kind, and die — a man.
Just live the good that in you lies,
And seek no guerdon of the skies;
Just make your Heaven here, to-day —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.

Remember! in Creation’s swing
The Race and not the man’s the thing.
There’s battle, murder, sudden death,
And pestilence, with poisoned breath.
Yet quick forgotten are such woes;
On, on the stream of Being flows.
Truth, Beauty, Love uphold their sway —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.

The World’s all right; serene I sit,
And joy that I am part of it;
And put my trust in Nature’s plan,
And try to aid her all I can;
Content to pass, if in my place
I’ve served the uplift of the Race.
Truth! Beauty! Love! O Radiant Day —
      What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
So, Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me;

I've got to watch the bannock bake -- how restful is the air!

You'd little think that we were somewhere north of Sixty-three,
Though where I don't exactly know, and don't precisely care.
The man-size mountains palisade us round on every side;
The river is a-flop with fish, and ripples silver-clear;
The midnight sunshine brims yon cleft -- we think it's the Divide;
We'll get there in a month, maybe, or maybe in a year.

It doesn't matter, does it, pal? We're of that breed of men
With whom the world of wine and cards and women disagree;
Your trouble was a roofless game of poker now and then,
And "raising up my elbow", that's what got away with me.
We're merely "Undesirables", artistic more or less;
My horny hands are Chopin-wise; you quote your Browning well;
And yet we're fooling round for gold in this damned wilderness:
The joke is, if we found it, we would both go straight to hell.

Well, maybe we won't find it -- and at least we've got the "life".
We're both as brown as berries, and could wrestle with a bear:
(That bannock's raising nicely, pal; just jab it with your knife.)
Fine specimens of manhood they would reckon us out there.
It's the tracking and the packing and the poling in the sun;
It's the sleeping in the open, it's the rugged, unfaked food;
It's the snow-shoe and the paddle, and the campfire and the gun,
And when I think of what I was, I know that it is good.
This is my dream of Whitehorse
When fifty years have sped,
As after the Rogers' Banquet
I lay asleep in my bed.

I tottered along the sidewalk
That was made of real cement;
A skyscraper loomed above me,
Where once I remembered a tent.

I heard the roar of a trolley,
And I stumbled out of the way;
I dodged a few automobiles,
And I felt I was getting quite gay.

I thought I'd cross the Yukon,
Over the big steel bridge;
I heard the roar of the stamp mills
Up on the western ridge.

Crushing the quartz from bullion,
And borne on the evening breeze
I sniffed the fumes of the smelter
And the sulphur made me sneeze.

So I thought I'd go to Ear Lake Park
Where nature was fresh and fair;
('Twas donated by J.P.Whitney,
The multi-millionaire.)

Out past the smiling suburbs,
The villas with gardens a flower,
The factories down by the rapids
Run by the water power.

I took a car to the Canyon
And transferred up to the Park
And I sat on a bench by the fountain
Feeling as old as the Ark.

I sighed for the ancient landmarks,
The men that I used to know,
Till I stumbled against a statue,
And spelled out the name - Bob Lowe.

A little chap who saw me
Said with evident pride:
"That is a bust of my grandpa:
It's twenty years since he died.

And if you think I'm fooling,
Ask that boy and you'll see -
He's little Billy Grainger, my playmate,
And that's little Barney McGee."

Then I turned once more to the city,
With its streets like canyons a roar;
And the lights of Taylor & Drury's
Colossal department store:

The eighteen storey steel palace
Where once stood the White Pass Hotel,
The silent rush of its elevators
The clamour of bell upon bell.

And over there at the depot
The hurry, the crush and the din,
The flyer just starting for Dawson,
The bullion express coming in.

The business blocks all a bustle,
The theatres all alight,
The Home of Indigent Sourdoughs
Endowed by Armstrong and White.

And everywhere were strangers,
And I thought in the midst of these
Of Old Bill Clark in his homespun,
And debonair Mr.Breze:

And Fish, and Doc and the Deacon,
And the solo bunch at the club -
Now grown to a stately mansion
That would make the old place look dub.

It was all so real, so lifelike,
I awoke like a man in a fog,
So I shed a few tears in the darkness,
And groped for the hair of the dog.

This was my dream of Whitehorse
When fifty years had sped,
 What ho! the World’s all right, I say.
As I lay asleep here in my bed.


Sunday, 11 October 2015

Memories of Alcohol~~Author Unknown.


I have observed that there are several websites FALSELY claiming ownership of this article; but, of course, since the original author is UNKNOWN and the silhouette PUBLIC DOMAIN; such claims are fraudulent, and completely illegitimate.


I drank for self-confidence and lost it all. I drank for strength and grew weaker. I drank to make conversation easier and slurred my speech. I drank for happiness and became unhappy. I drank for joy and became miserable. I drank to appear “cool” and became “Uncool”. I drank for sociability and became argumentative. I drank for sophistication and became obnoxious. I drank for friendship and made only enemies. I drank for relaxation and got the “shakes”. I drank for sleep and woke up tired. I DRANK TO FEEL HEAVENLY; ENDED IN HELL. ~ Al (Alex-Alexander) D Girvan.

Sunday, 20 September 2015

Why Reborn, or Recycled, Into Everlasting Life? Why do we not just live Forever?





Timeless as Nature-the Creator of all is; apparently, Nature at times, none the less, similar to mankind, gets somewhat restless--DAMN WELL BORED, WITH LIFE, AND WITH CREATION. Nature craves a change of scene. In Nature’s realm in order for a change of scene something must—well—CHANGE.
In order for anything, or anyone, to really change; one thing must die, decompose, become dust, often become extinct.
Then, and only then, can real change take place; a new and improved animal, plant, or species there of evolve.
Trees and many other plants excluding death caused by disease or famine can live for what we mere humans consider to be a very long time.
Some animals, including fish (sharks), tortoises, turtles, marine crustaceans (lobsters), and POLITICIANS can also live for, what we consider to be, a very long time. Then, there still exists air, earth, rock and water. None of these things have changed, or evolved, to any real, marked, degree.
While energy cannot be destroyed; never dies (or so we are told by science);True, Everlasting Life, Requires Death; and Then Evolution, or Metamorphosis
, of the New, Improved Version. Why Reborn, or Recycled, Into Everlasting Life? Why do we not just live Forever?

Timeless as Nature-the Creator of all is; apparently, Nature at times, none the less, similar to mankind, gets somewhat restless--DAMN WELL BORED, WITH LIFE, AND WITH CREATION. Nature craves a change of scene. In Nature’s realm in order for a change of scene something must—well—CHANGE.
In order for anything, or anyone, to really change; one thing must die, decompose, become dust, often become extinct.
Then, and only then, can real change take place; a new and improved animal, plant, or species there of evolve.
Trees and many other plants excluding death caused by disease or famine can live for what we mere humans consider to be a very long time.
Some animals, including fish, tortoises, turtles, and marine crustaceans, can also live for, what we consider to be, a very long time. Then there still exists air, earth, rock and water. None of these things have evolved to any real marked degree.
While energy cannot be destroyed; never dies (or so we are told by science);True, Everlasting Life, Requires Death; and Then Evolution, or Metamorphosis, of the New, Improved Version.  ©  Al (Alex-Alexander) D. Girvan.


Sunday, 19 July 2015

A Dog's Purpose--to Teach us What Life is all About (according to a 6-year-old).~~ original author unknown



Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound. The dog's owner, his wife, and their two children, were all very attached to the animal they considered a family member so they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined this remarkable animal and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for him, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for this middle aged dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, the owners told me they thought it would be good for their six-year-old son and their younger daughter to observe the procedure. They felt both might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as the dog’s loving family family surrounded him. The young son seemed so calm, petting his long time friend for the last time that I could not help but wonder if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, the dog slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept the transition without any difficulty or confusion. Whatever. We sat together for a while, after the dog’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that the lives of the higher “dumb” animals are so often much shorter than human lives.
The young boy, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.''
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I TRY to live.
He said, ‘People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody-- all the time-- and being nice, right?'' The Six-year-old continued, ''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.' Nature, the Creator, put cats, dogs and some other animals on this earth to teach us: to:
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, with a “dumb “animal as your teacher you would also learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. So, love the people who treat you right. Think good thoughts for the ones who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy.

Falling down is part of LIFE...Getting back up is LIVING...~~original author unknown.