Imogen Heap’s Progress

Well  hello  everyone  here  is  a little  extra  blog  I  just wanted  to  do!

You  all know  how  much  I  love Imogen Heap , yes  you know  that is  true!

So  this  is  an out  and out  fan post,  a post to show  I  really  am impressed .

So  this  shows   much  her  techniques  of  making  music have progressed .

 

She  started  out  with  lots of  machines,  computer  and keyboards, bells  and  recorders.Phew !

 

Also  another  one  of  Imogen  on stage  working hard  before  gloves!! Phew  exhausting!

 

Then she  started  to  develop her  Me.Mi gloves  , I  picked  this video  because one it  shows  her lovely  home  and  because it is  not  as long  and  technical as  some of the talks  she has done  on the subject!

 

 

And  finally  so  as not  to bore  everyone   here  she is  performing  with  her  gloves  , the  song  me  the machine  is  so beautiful .

I  do hope  you all enjoy!

 

Thank  you  for bearing   with me!!

 

MUSIC THEME: DEATH AND REBIRTH

Today’s  music  theme  was picked  by  Maddie and she  has  chosen Death  and Rebirth.

Lets  start  with Shakespeare’s Sister  : The  video  shows  the  fight  between  life  and death….. who  will win!

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The Morrígan (“phantom queen”) or Mórrígan (“great queen”), also written as Morrígu or in the plural as Morrígna, and spelled Morríghan or Mór-ríoghain in Modern Irish, is a figure from Irish mythology who appears to have been considered a goddess, although she is not explicitly referred to as such in the texts.

The primary themes associated with the Morrígan are battle, strife, and sovereignty. She sometimes appears in the form of a crow, flying above the warriors, and in the Ulster Cycle she also takes the forms of an eel, a wolf and a cow. She is generally considered a war deity comparable with the Germanic Valkyries, although her association with a cow may also suggest a role connected with wealth and the land.

She is often depicted as a trio of individuals, all sisters.[1][2][3] Although membership of the triad varies, the most common combinations are Badb, Macha and Nemain,[4] or Badb, Macha and Anand; Anand is also given as an alternate name for Morrigu.[5] Other accounts name Fea, and others.[4]   you can read  more  here 

I have  written  two  poems  about  The  Irish  Goddess  of  Death  and Rebirth  Morrigan

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MORRIGAN

Oh! the beauty of Morrigan  the phantom Queen.

Goddess of War and Sex  the most enchanting woman you have seen.

Secretly  she flies with ravens and crows

She is  happier in their company than that of any man she knows.

Riding her white steed across the sky at night

She will find a hero and bind him to her tight.

By the joys of sex she will empower him and be he knave or king

With the memory of her love he will surge into battle and he will win.

Through the seasons the crows carry her name she has shapes times three .

Which one will she chose to show which one will she be.

A crone at the village fair

Making jewellery for the young maids to  wear in their hair.

A comely maid in spring may make a young king’s heart sing.

His soul to her is lost she will sate his lust.

Then  empower him and he in battle will win.

The Tripple Goddess

Then will come the day when she will ensure he has to pay.

A woman in full bloom all curves and charms

Will welcome the knight into her arms

And teach him things he could never have known.

He will awake to find her flown

Leaving feathers on the pillow. Outside his window he will hear the harsh crow song.

All men who have been visited by her will triumph at their cause ,

Then at their death bed she will return and the mystery’s of life she will unravel then his life she will pause.
The old the young the one carrying new birth .And so the three in one travel this earth

Spreading their magic along their way

Crows and ravens by night and a woman by day.

Morrigan phantom Queen

Goddess of War and Sex  the most enchanting woman you have seen.

Secretly  she flies with ravens and crows

She is  happier in their company than that of any man she knows.

Written  by  willowdot 21  January  2013
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Morrigan Nightmare of the rebirth  of  the dead.

Morrigan

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

In the sky  over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye

Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.

Waters broke about her feet,

Icy cold but to her sweet.

She is the rebirth of the dead

She is the one on which all darkness is fed.

Slowly as the thunder clashed

She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.

Reaching out her hand to me

She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.

Relinquish all of you that is good give in to me

Relax, release I am here to set you free.

No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey

Here I stand and here I shall stay

Do what ever you have come to do.

Angry now she motioned to her raven down,

He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.

His warning screech I did not heed

In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.

my eyes so bright

That was how I lost my sight,

It was wrench from me that dark grey night .

Still I was steadfast I stood my ground

Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.

I would not give into the dead

I uttered every prayer I had ever said.

Finally in the cold light of dawn

I found myself on the shore lost and forlorn.

Pained and I could see no more.

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

 

written  by  willowdot21  March 2012

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Then of course  Michael  Jackson   made his  fabulous   video  not  quite  death  and  rebirth  more  death  and undead!

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Then  there  is  the  death and  rebirth  of  the  season, shown here  beautifully   By  Vivadli  and his  fabulous Four Seasons.

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Life  cycle  of  the  Rose of  Jericho  Resurrection Plant

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Finally  my  favourite  Imogen  with  the  Dewarists , Minds  Without  Fear. I  don’t  k now  why  but  the  song  and  video  reminds  me of  rebirth and  you have  to have  death  to have  rebirth  don’t  you!

Please  check out  the  other themists.
Lisa. Bear , Maddie   and Johnny.

One Liner Wednesday

‘What  we have  done for oursekves  alone  dies with us , what we have done for and  the world remains and is immortal’

This is  part of One-Liner Wednesday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY : LONDON TOWN

 

London Town and Thames

London Town and Thames

London Town

London Town 

Under The Same Moon

In  dreams I stand upon the beach

You are  there  but just out of reach.

The  sound of  the waves  fills my ears

It is loud but it  does not  drown out  my tears.

 

I feel  the sand, cool beneath  my  toes

The  wet of  the waves as in and out  they flow.

The  silver stars  and moon  light  the skies

But  there  is  only  darkness in  my eyes.

 

Where  are  you my love  where  have  you gone

Leaving  me  here  alone  with only  the  night’s sad  song.

I have  had  the  soul and  heart  ripped out  of  me

Since  I  agree  to  say goodbye  and  set  you free.

 

The same moon

 

 

 

 

Evil Stalks

For  the longest  time  the child  had  gathered bones  and dead insects.

Body parts she  cut  from animals  so  she could learn  how  they  worked .

Not  dead  animals  the  organs  had  to  be alive  and pumping

Warm and  growing,  breathing , flowing.

 

It  had  started  with  a bone  collection  but  she had  needed  to have  more knowledge.

She  gathered  spiders  and  insects  from the hedge .

Soon  cats and  dogs went  missing , they’d disappear?

Her  mother shut  her eyes  to what  she guessed, keeping  silent her fear.

 

The  child  spent  less and  less  time  at home

She  preferred to be in the woods foraging  on her  own.

Then  the odd  baby   disappeared  from  it’s cot

The  need  for  learning   was  all that mattered  to  the swot.

 

One  day  she was gone,  she  did not  return home

The  child  had  decided  it  was time  to roam.

With  necklaces of  eyes  and  ears  and trinkets  made of  bone

She traveled  the word  her  skills to  practice  and hone.

 

Lock  your  windows , close  your  doors

She  is out  there  crossing  fields  and  moors

She is  bigger now  and  stronger

Only  harvests  what  she needs, keeps her donors  alive  longer

 

What  made  the child want  to  kill  this  way

The  thirst  for  knowledge  one  might  say.

Or  maybe  pure  evil invaded  her  whole

She  was  such a  beauty  in  body  but not in soul.

 

Beware  when out on  day or  night

Beware  those eyes  so angelic  a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She  will not  spare  you  and  that is  the truth!

 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: BUSY SOCIAL LIFE AND BLOGGING.

It is If we were having  Coffee  time  again how  are  you all  and  what  have  you been up  to this  week!

So  come in it is lovely  to see you all here again. The fires are lit  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea on  the go  and the cakes and sweets are all set out.  We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster  

If  we  were  having  coffee : I’d  tell you  that I have just  done  another ‘ 1000 voices for  compassion ‘ TanGental he  did  two posts  on Bullying ,

The politics of the playground #1000speak @1000speak

and

Plastic Bottles and the Kaiser – a plea #1000speak @1000speak

This  second  post by Tangental  reminded  me of  my  very favourite   videos.   Andrea Bocelli  Canto  della terra.

and  my  post  on  bullying  was

1000 Voices Speak for Compassion : Bullying

If we  were having Coffee: I would  offer  you another  cuppa  and perhaps  some cake?  Go  on  it is  all calorie  free!

It has been a very  busy  week this  week I have  been out  to lunch  with a  friend, to the  gym  four times, not  as  much fun as usual as  my  gym buddy   is  still away.

The  husband  has been out  two days  running  out  lunching  with  old  work  friends . It is  good  to see him  going out  as I hope it is  a sign  that  he is on the mend .

If we were having coffee: I tell you  that on Friday I got to see  the Newbie. His  other  Grandma  was babysitting  him  and  she invited  me round  to  see him. I was delighted  to accept. I was  a little upset  that he wanted  to cling  to his other Grandma  more  than me  but  then he sees  more of her  and so knows him better! Anyway I loved  seeing him even if I did not  get  many cuddles . It  is  his birthday  next month ! Yes  the Newbie  will be one year old. Where has that year gone. We have been invited  to a tea  party  and I have already  accepted on my and the husbands  behalf!

escaped cat  sunbathing

escaped cat sunbathing

Do you know  he is crawling  at  the speed of light  and and is eager  to stand up. His other Grandma  has two cats  one  that  is  very  good with the Newbie  and one  that just  goes out! .. I can’t  say I blame  him I would not  want  my  tail pull and  my  face  poked!

If  we were having  Coffee: I would  ask you if  you are comfortable  and  could I  get you anything ? Today  we are  visiting  our  eldest sun ,  he lives near  the sea on the east coast. The  husband is  helping  him fix  his bath….. the husband  is fixing his bath!  We are going out  to eat  when  he finishes . The  weather  was lovely  when we left  home  but  as we neared  the coast  it  got dark  and dull and there was some  rain…. He  ho!

Solar Eclipse 2015

If  we were having  Coffee:  I’d  as if  you saw the solar  eclipse  this week, unfortunately  it was  so cloudy  were we live  we did not see a thing. It  did get  dark  but  it  didn’t  go as dark as night , disappointing really. Wales , Cornwall  and  the Isle  of Lewis  had  spectacular  views!

here are  some  good  views of  the event  here  are some  more.

Well as  I  am out  today  visiting  I had  better  wrap up  now  or  they will say I am unsociable !!

If  we were having Coffee:  I would  say lets  go and see  how  Paul  and his crowd  are doing . I am sure  that  they will have lots to tell us !

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

 

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