Comments on: Henry Purcell: King Arthur “The Cold Song” http://rogerbourland.com/2007/11/28/henry-purcell-king-arthur-the-cold-song/ Roger Bourland writes about music and life Fri, 12 Mar 2010 09:06:00 -0800 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Brad Wood http://rogerbourland.com/2007/11/28/henry-purcell-king-arthur-the-cold-song/comment-page-1/#comment-60224 Brad Wood Fri, 30 Nov 2007 03:32:51 +0000 http://rogerbourland.com/blog/2007/11/28/henry-purcell-king-arthur-the-cold-song/#comment-60224 When I found this Nomi music video link in another forum, I was reminded of two poems sent me many years ago, and which I then found incredibly moving. Sometime ago but fairly recently, they flooded back into memory---or, their vibration as it were, without the specifics---and I was suddenly sobbing (behavior quite unusual for me). I went hunting for them, and miraculously, I located the original hardcopy in a storage locker (you would have to see it to realize how superficially unlikely this was) and transcribed them into something more portable. Ostensibly, and I have essentially zero backup that would qualify as provenance, I gather the poems were "channeled" by the Milwaukee person shown below, and represent the final words of a young Nordic arctic explorer whose polar expedition ended tragically. Whether channeled or not, I think they are lovely and should be set (although securing copyright permission could be complex ;) ). Anyone?? (sent to me years ago by Mike Michalski, iirc): Oh My Tears Think of the white, grey and azure sky Built upon the green, green velvet And remember all the children chasing leaves. Then stop the stars White, silver, golden stars Before they walk the children to the Earth And end all the azure of life Only to cry O my tears Never to see sky As I must die before my tears are half-shed And my life half-lived O my tears ----- (second poem) Epitaph (carved in ice at the North Pole) In this black hour of frost and ice I wait for her in robes of sun and snow Love her wings, and all the brilliant stars Her lightening path to my side Send her to me with soft bells And gentle trumpets of gold For now I die Axel Nysted trance channeled by Guy Meyer Milwuakee, Wisconsin 1969 When I found this Nomi music video link in another forum, I was reminded of two poems sent me many years ago, and which I then found incredibly moving. Sometime ago but fairly recently, they flooded back into memory—or, their vibration as it were, without the specifics—and I was suddenly sobbing (behavior quite unusual for me). I went hunting for them, and miraculously, I located the original hardcopy in a storage locker (you would have to see it to realize how superficially unlikely this was) and transcribed them into something more portable.

Ostensibly, and I have essentially zero backup that would qualify as provenance, I gather the poems were “channeled” by the Milwaukee person shown below, and represent the final words of a young Nordic arctic explorer whose polar expedition ended tragically.

Whether channeled or not, I think they are lovely and should be set (although securing copyright permission could be complex ;) ). Anyone??

(sent to me years ago by Mike Michalski, iirc):

Oh My Tears

Think of the white, grey and azure sky
Built upon the green, green velvet
And remember all the children chasing leaves.

Then stop the stars
White, silver, golden stars
Before they walk the children to the Earth
And end all the azure of life
Only to cry

O my tears
Never to see sky
As I must die before my tears are half-shed
And my life half-lived

O my tears

—–

(second poem)

Epitaph
(carved in ice at the North Pole)

In this black hour of frost and ice
I wait for her in robes of sun and snow
Love her wings, and all the brilliant stars
Her lightening path to my side
Send her to me with soft bells
And gentle trumpets of gold
For now I die

Axel Nysted
trance channeled by Guy Meyer
Milwuakee, Wisconsin 1969

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