tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215177616717827477.post1651329420909598375..comments2023-12-01T23:17:32.783-08:00Comments on Thinking about things: RevolutionPeter Damien Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05715936842214070845noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215177616717827477.post-11167137377222593082012-10-19T15:12:52.279-07:002012-10-19T15:12:52.279-07:00I made my comments after reading the poem. I purpo...I made my comments after reading the poem. I purposely DID NOT watch or listen to the video first. I just watched the video lying down for a while and I listened. I then closed my eyes and listened and my feet started marching, still lying down. I loved the music, the tune, building and building, words clearly with an Irish brogue, but music building and building to crescendo where I was surprised by what sounded like some scatted electric guitar.<br /><br />I loved the music. I loved the words, the song. <br /><br />Is it Dick Gaugin singing? If so could you recommend more of his works or those of others to me? I have a bit of the Irish in me from my father's side of the family. Russian too. And Polish as in the city of Gdansk, my last name being Danzig = Gdansk.<br /><br />My husband Norm, and my H.S. Sophomore fourteen year old daughter Lia loved this too.<br /><br />Best,<br />ElizabethElizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09222636963021023582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215177616717827477.post-41849988424058079592012-10-19T14:49:21.622-07:002012-10-19T14:49:21.622-07:00Each time I read this poem I march, always marchin...Each time I read this poem I march, always marching, feeling the words and rhythm and cadences in my bones. Rising up, rising up as others link arms. I hear baritone bodies, knowing of the bloodied, yet ever bold. Tyranny can break my body, not my mind nor my soul. An elegy for the ages. Tyranny may bend us, but never fold.<br /><br />Magnificent! Bold. Brave. Bearing all. <br /><br />This resonates with me so deeply. I need to spend time with these words and feelings. I will return.<br /><br />So many tears inside me. Touched my very core.<br />I've known this poem always but I've never seen it before.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing this with me Peter. So powerful; yet weaved with finest gold. I had no idea that I'd feel so melded with it all. I'm crying for myself and for so many others who cannot openly cry. Why? WOW! I need to stop now. People need to read this poem and others similar. People seem to feel so unempowered now. How do we get people marching, rising up, linking arms?<br /><br />Best to you Peter.<br />Elizabeth (Danzig Teck)<br />goodreads & fb<br /><br />Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09222636963021023582noreply@blogger.com