The Hammock Papers: Hoisted.

02 July 2012

Hoisted.

It was pleasant and delightful on a bright summer's morn
When the green fields and the meadows were covered with corn
And the blackbirds and thrushes sitting on every green spray
And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day
And the larks, they sang melodious
At the dawning of the day.

A sailor and his true love went walking one day
Said the sailor to his true love I'm bound far away
I'm bound for the East Indies where the loud cannons roar
So tis fare you well my Nancy, you're the girl that I adore
So tis fare you well my Nancy
You're the girl that I adore

A ring from his finger he instantly drew
Saying take this and keep it; my heart will go too
And as they stood embracing, tears from her eyes fell
Saying' May I go along with you, Oh no my love farewell
Saying' May I go along with you
Oh no my love farewell

So tis fare you well Nancy, I can no longer stay
For the topsail is hoisted and the anchor is weighed
And the ship she stands now lies waiting for the next flowing tide
And if ever I return again I will make you my bride
And if ever I return again
I will make you my bride

As Jimmy was sailing, all at his heart's content
The ship struck a rock and to the bottom she went
And Nancy she lies waiting, all alone to complain
For the loss of her Jimmy who died upon the Main.
For the loss of her Jimmy
Who died upon the Main.

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WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL