Ring Out Wild Bells

Verses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

These are only the first two verses of an eight verse poem. I quote only the first two verses because the poem is an elegy, a lament for someone who has passed away. But these two verses seem appropriate for the passing of the old year and the ringing in of the new one.

I wouldn’t want to listen to bells all the time, but I enjoyed hearing the carillons that sung out the hour from the chapel at my alma mater. One of the churches in my town also had a carillon that played from time to time. I enjoyed that, too, but if I’d lived in the neighborhood and had to listen to them all the time, I might not have liked them as much. The carillons at my university still play, but the ones at the church have long since been stilled. I miss them when I go to the library in that neighborhood.

Last night the accursed fan was turned off ten minutes after the beginning of “quiet hours” at ten p.m. The fan went back on promptly at eight this morning and has been on ever since. Unless management intervenes, I expect it to be on for the next ten hours. I need to call them anyway, when I do I’ll remind them of what I mentioned in an email to them a couple of weeks ago–that a fan left on for so many hours can cause a fire.

If I can concentrate I’ll do another blog post later on.

Collins Memorial Library, University of Puget Sound, in the spring. The carillon would remind me that it was time to leave the library and go to my next class.

Happy New Year, Everyone!

Costume Time

All the World is a Stage

18th Century gentleman’s coat.

Since this is a costume time of year, I thought it would be fun to post photos of some costumes. However, these costumes aren’t for trick or treaters though they could be worn to a masquerade party.

These outfits are from the University of Puget Sound Theater Arts Department. When the card catalogs at Collins Memorial Library were removed and replaced by computer stations in a different location, the area where the card catalogs used to be was turned into a display space.

Even though I love my old college this isn’t an ad for Puget Sound or the Theater Arts Department, but I would recommend the school to anyone. Some of my best years were spent there, not as a drama major, but as an English major. While going to school and afterward I attended many plays at the university. The Theater Arts department is very good. They’ve put on some ambitious productions. I love theater and used to go see pretty much anything that moved on stage. Movies are fun, but theater is more fun. 

19th Century lady’s dress.

Theater Arts students sew the costumes.

I was fortunate enough to take part in a London Stage and Concert Hall tour sponsored by the University of Washington. What a blast! Two weeks of plays, concerts, and opera. Sometimes there were three performances a day–early afternoon, late afternoon, and evening. Extreme culture saturation. We even went to a music hall performance; it was kind of like vaudeville.

This could be a costume from Caesar and Cleopatra, but actually, Babes in Arms.
Imagine the work that went into creating such detail.

I copied this information from the Puget Sound Theater Arts department website.

This is what students can learn:

  • To be collaborative, informed, imaginative
  • To make, understand, and evaluate theatre events
  • To speak and write persuasively and honestly
  • To manage long-term projects and bring them to fruition
  • To create and execute public events

This is what students could become

  • Actor
  • Playwright
  • Event Planner
  • Producer/Project Manager
  • Stage Manager, Stage Technician
  • Artistic Director, Managing Director

These skills could also come in handy for newscasters, lawyers, and politicians. I’m sure no one here thought these folks were genuine. Actually, none of us are. If we were, we would not be admitted into polite society. Genuineness is overrated. If we were, we’d all go around in our genuine birthday suits, burping, scratching our hindquarters, and armpits, taking anything we want. squatting behind a tree to…

As Shakespeare said in As You Like It…

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.  (You know, the natural look--geniune_


 
	
Cool looking, but none too comfortable to wear.

Quote: Albert Camus

(1913 – 1960)

French philosopher, author, and journalist. Author of The Stranger, The Plague, The Myth of Sisyphus, The Fall, and The Rebel.

Awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1957

For years the only part of this quote that I knew and loved was the part about invincible summer. Recently, I was delighted to find the entire quote.

I have many snow scene photos, but I chose this image because it better shows how bleak winter can feel.
A perfect way to spend a summer day, reading in the Rose Garden at Point Defiance Park.
Glorious summer roses at Pt. Defiance.
Images to carry in your heart when it’s winter.
Soft and delicate, but resilient.
Brightness emerging from the dark.

Shakespeare Quote: A Prince of a Horse

Henry V, Act 3, Scene 7

DAUPHIN I will not change
my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
Çà, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his
entrails were hairs, le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui
a les narines de feu.
 When I bestride him, I soar; I
am a hawk; he trots the air. The earth sings when he
touches it. The basest horn of his hoof is more
musical than the pipe of Hermes.
ORLÉANS He’s of the color of the nutmeg.
DAUPHIN And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for
Perseus. He is pure air and fire, and the dull
elements of earth and water never appear in him,
but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts
him. He is indeed a horse, and all other jades you
may call beasts.
CONSTABLE Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and
excellent horse.
DAUPHIN It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like
the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance
enforces homage.