Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Mary Travers - Conscientious Objector this song is based on an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem from one of Mary's solo albums I have


goatman said...

I am now staring at our collection of albums -- Pink Floyd Meddle to Blind Faith Can't Find My way Home.
When moving about the country, the first things out of the trunk were the albums and record player and amp/receiver. Need that music to connect with some kind of ground.
Crank up Proud Mary and move in was the motto (helluva bass guitar on that one!).
I like Mary and her crew but didn't know she did so much solo stuff.
Hoping for you a better new year -- sounds like the past one was pretty much a bummer for you.

David E. Patton said...

Season greeting to one of the most beautiful woman on the web


David E. Patton said...

ps are you on facebook?

Rhiannon said...

Hi David, no I am not on facebook. I've heard too many horror stories and don't want "a million friends", plus they can get a lot of info on you. I like my privacy, so I've not entered into it. Why do you ask?

It is good to read your comment, here. I still have that nice letter you sent me, with your wonderful book of poems. How are you doing these days?



Lydia said...

Ah, Mary. There will never be another like her. This is a great song!

Happy New Year, Rhi!

goatman said...

Thought you may like this by Pesian poet Forugh Farrokhazad:

Call to Arms

Only you, O Iranian woman, have remained
In bonds of wretchedness, misfortune, and cruelty;
If you want these bonds broken,
grasp the skirt of obstinacy

Do not relent because of pleasing promises,
never submit to tyranny;
become a flood of anger, hate and pain,
excise the heavy stone of cruelty.

It is your warm embracing bosom
that nurtures proud and pompous man;
it is your joyous smile that bestows
on his heart warmth and vigor.

For that person who is your creation,
to enjoy preference and superiority is shameful;
woman, take action because a world
awaits and is in tune with you.

Sleeping in a dark grave is happier for you
than this abject servitude and misfortune;
where is that proud man..? Tell him
to bow his head henceforth at your threshold.

Where it that proud man? Tell him to get up
because a woman is here rising to battle him;
her words are the truth, in which cause
she will never shed tears out of weakness.

Iranian Culture (A Persianist View) Michael C. Hillmann page 151

This written circa 1958