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10 декабря 2017, 11:00

Barnum review – all show, not enough tell

Menier Chocolate Factory, LondonMarcus Brigstocke stars in a revival of the Broadway musical that brings the big top to fire-eating life, if not the showman himself“Humbug” at this time of year usually means Scrooge. Barnum gives the word an altogether different twist. In this 1980 musical, “humbug” is legerdemain, entrepreneurial flair, salesman’s hype, the dazzle that puts stars in your eyes. Phineas Taylor Barnum, peddler of the American dream, bravura creator of spectacle (just look at his elephants sashaying through Victorian Chesterfield), was not only a showman and hustler but a politician. He might have lived in the 19th century but his life and circus could equally belong to 2017.Not in Gordon Greenberg’s staging, the show’s first major London revival since the 1981 production starring Michael Crawford. Mark Bramble’s script is thin. Episodes of Barnum’s life – bickering lovingly with his puritan wife (all principle and devotion), hearing his museum has burned down, having a romance with “the Swedish nightingale” Jenny Lind, trying to sell us a mermaid – are plonked undramatically down, one after another. Cy Coleman’s music – lots of brass oompah – and Michael Stewart’s merry but undistinguished lyrics are entertaining but not strong enough to make the story vivid. Continue reading...

29 ноября 2017, 16:39

Jill Barklem obituary

Creator of the Brambly Hedge children’s booksJill Barklem, who has died of pneumonia aged 66, was the creator of the Brambly Hedge children’s titles, a richly imagined and beautifully illustrated series of stories that are a fine example of the pastoral tradition in children’s books. Inspired by her observations of the countryside around Epping in Essex, where she grew up, Jill created the series on the underground as she commuted to her degree course at St Martin’s School of Art in central London. Hating the overcrowded trains, she transported herself to a place of her own imagining that offered peace, space and friendliness, populating it with a community of mice.The first four Brambly Hedge books – each set in a different season – were published simultaneously in 1980, thus creating from the outset a year-round introduction to Jill’s wonderfully imagined, small-scale world. Together, and mostly in the illustrations rather than the words, the four books, Spring Story, Summer Story, Autumn Story and Winter Story, introduced and defined the busy and charming lives of Jill’s anthropomorphic, fully dressed mice, primarily Mr and Mrs Toadflax and their children, but also their friends and family, who live in the roots and trunks of trees and hedgerows. Continue reading...

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16 ноября 2017, 18:43

Brambly Hedge creator Jill Barklem dies aged 66

Writer and illustrator of children’s book series about a community of mice in the English countryside had sold more than 7m copiesJill Barklem, whose intricate Brambly Hedge stories have delighted children for decades, has died at the age of 66.Her publisher HarperCollins Children’s Books said this morning that the author died peacefully in London on Wednesday following a long illness. Barklem had sold more than 7m copies of her Brambly Hedge books, which tell the tales of a community of mice in the English countryside. Continue reading...

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15 октября 2017, 08:00

Canvey Wick: the Essex ‘rainforest’ that is home to Britain’s rarest insects

Nearly 2,000 invertebrate species – from predatory wasps to explosive beetles – flourish in this unique nature reserve in the ruins of an oil refinery on the ThamesAround a roundabout in the Thames estuary, beyond a Morrisons supermarket and just off an old concrete road, stand great hummocks of bramble, scrubby hawthorn and silver birch. An old car seat is dumped in tangled grass amid the ruins of an abandoned oil refinery.These desolate flatlands, behind where the old Thames does flow, do not look like a biodiversity hotspot. But Canvey Wick is a “brownfield rainforest”: one of Britain’s most precious nature reserves, it is an atmospheric, accidental landscape that teems with some of the country’s rarest insects. Continue reading...

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17 сентября 2017, 08:00

Early autumnal reds: spice and warmth for cooler nights

Chilly evenings call for a bolder, darker taste. These three wines will lift your spiritsDelas Crozes-Hermitage, France 2015 (£13.99, The Co-operative) Rather like wearing that new winter coat for the first time, at this time of year there is a pleasant novelty to autumnal food. The spicy soups and rich stews answer the early call of cosiness. There are wines, too, that go well with this seasonal shift; red wines of spice and warmth that match the dishes and the softly melancholic nights-drawing-in mood. With their mix of blackberries, cassis, violet and pepper, those made from the syrah grape in the area south of Lyon in France’s Rhône Valley have a pronounced autumnal lilt. This example from the reliable firm of Delas in the area’s largest appellation, Crozes-Hermitage, is beautifully vivid, supple and succulent.La Verdier Cairanne, France 2015 (£10, Morrisons) It’s a good 70-mile journey from Crozes-Hermitage to the village of Cairanne. The trip from the northern to the southern end of the Rhône Valley marks a seamless change in style. Here, the grenache grape variety makes its presence felt – usually in tandem with syrah (and mourvèdre and sometimes a cluster of other varieties, too) – and this generally brings wines that have much of the spice of their northern counterparts, but with more sweetly fleshy fruit, weight and heft. They’re just as effective with those same autumnal dishes, however, not least in this particularly polished example made for Morrisons by Boutinot, where the brambly jam fruit is seasoned with aniseed, rosemary and pepper. Continue reading...

20 июля 2017, 06:00

These Shoes Are Killing Me!

The human foot is an evolutionary masterpiece, far more functional than we give it credit for. So why do we encase it in “a coffin” (as one foot scholar calls it) that stymies so much of its ability — and may create more problems than it solves? The post These Shoes Are Killing Me! appeared first on Freakonomics.

16 июля 2017, 07:59

Fire and spice: the best barbecue wines | David Williams

Firing up the barbie? Quench your thirst with these meaty redsAsda Extra Special Douro, Portugal 2015 (£5.98, Asda) When people – or back labels – say a wine is good for barbecues, I come over all pedantic. ‘Barbecued what?’ I want to ask, since the wine that works best with barbecued prawns (an Aussie riesling, please) may well not go with spicy marinated chicken (an off-dry Loire chenin or Alsace or Kiwi pinot gris, maybe) or charred vegetable kebabs (mine’s a Beaujolais). What they really have in mind, I think, is smoky red meat, which is why the Big Red has become fixed in our heads as the catch-all barbecue wine. And if burgers and steaks are the main focus of your barbie, then there really is nothing better than a richly flavoured, sweetly fruited warm-climate red, with this example from the home of Port offering a good force-and-flavour-to-price ratio.Kilikanoon Grenache/Syrah/Mourvèdre, South Australia 2016 (£7,99, reduced from £10.99 until 8 August, Waitrose) The recipe of grape varieties perfected in France’s southern Rhône valley makes wines that radiate solar force, and the mix of flavours – woody scrubland herbs, peppercorns and brambly fruit – chimes well with charry red meat. From an excellent vintage in the region, the supple, succulent berry fruitiness of Majestic Definition Côtes du Rhône 2015 (£10.99, or £8.99 as part of a mixed case of six) and the plumper, spicier Le Verdier Cairanne 2015 (£10, Morrisons) would both be especially good with barbecued lamb in a herby marinade. Australia also does a nice line in barbecue-ready Rhône inspired GSM (grenache, shiraz and mourvèdre) reds, with this bold, bright newcomer from the excellent Clare Valley’s Kilikanoon being brilliant value on its introductory price. Continue reading...

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20 июня 2017, 16:00

Speaker And Serial Entrepreneur Anne-Marie Faiola Delivers Practical Guide For Achieving Success In New Book

Anne-Marie Faiola Releases “Live Your Best Day Ever” with ForbesBooks NEW YORK (June 20, 2017) – Anne-Marie Faiola, CEO of Bramble Berry Handcraft Provisions and founder of Best Day Ever, today announced the publication of Live Your Best Day Ever: Thirty-Five Strategies For Daily Success (available now). The book is published [...]

13 июня 2017, 14:08

The Forgotten Reason Nazi Germany Never Built a Killer Battleship Fleet

Sebastien Roblin Security, It all came down to one big naval battle.  Dönitz was right—the mere possibility of a German battleship sortie forced the Royal Navy to devote disproportionately large forces in reserve just to protect against the threat. This is a strategy known as having a “fleet in being.” Even if the Germans couldn’t use their surface fleet, they could tie down British forces and constrict their strategy with the threat that they might use theirs if the British let down their guard. Hitler’s orders nonetheless had consequences. Nazi Germany did not commission a single additional capital ship for the remainder of World War II, and a refit of the battleship Gneisenau was abandoned halfway through. Many sailors were reassigned to serve in naval infantry divisions. The Kriegsmarine attempted only one more capital ship sortie, which ended with the sinking of the battleship Scharnhorst. At first glance, the Battle of the Barents Sea seems insignificant, a minor World War II naval battle in which a couple of destroyers were sunk. Yet the New Year’s Eve skirmish in frozen Arctic waters convinced Hitler that he should scrap all of his capital ships and had far-reaching consequences on the leadership of Nazi Germany. The reason why points to the dilemmas inherent to being an underdog in naval warfare. During World War I, the Imperial German Navy had disposed of dozens of massive battleships, dreadnoughts and battlecruisers—but due to their numerical inferiority vis-à-vis the British Royal Navy, almost never committed them to battle, with the notable exception of the inconclusive clash at Jutland. In 1939 Hitler conceived of an ambitious “Plan Z” to build a large fleet to rival the British Royal Navy—one that would reach full strength in 1945, the year World War II ended. Instead, the German Kriegsmarine entered the war with around sixteen modern cruisers and battleships and twenty destroyers. The successful invasion of Norway in February 1940 cost the German Navy two light cruisers and half its destroyers, as well as many ships damaged. Read full article

29 апреля 2017, 23:46

In NYC, Birthplace Of Climate March, A Reminder Of Who Suffers Most From Pollution

function onPlayerReadyVidible(e){'undefined'!=typeof HPTrack&&HPTrack.Vid.Vidible_track(e)}!function(e,i){if(e.vdb_Player){if('object'==typeof commercial_video){var a='',o='m.fwsitesection='+commercial_video.site_and_category;if(a+=o,commercial_video['package']){var c='&m.fwkeyvalues=sponsorship%3D'+commercial_video['package'];a+=c}e.setAttribute('vdb_params',a)}i(e.vdb_Player)}else{var t=arguments.callee;setTimeout(function(){t(e,i)},0)}}(document.getElementById('vidible_1'),onPlayerReadyVidible); QUEENS, N.Y. ― Jerome Nathaniel, 27, looks small standing in front of Ravenswood Generating Station, its four smokestacks looming like colossal candy canes over the power plant’s gated bramble of pipes and machinery. But his protest chant, soundtracked by a big speaker blasting Public Enemy’s anthem “Fight The Power,” rings loud. “This is what democracy looks like,” he shouted as protesters, marching in New York City’s only official climate march on Saturday afternoon, streamed past the power plant. The People’s Climate March began in 2014 as a massive protest in Manhattan. But this year, with environmental regulations under assault from a new president who dismissed climate change as a hoax, organizers encouraged as many people as possible to join thousands for a mass march in Washington, D.C. Knowing not everyone could make the trip, Nathaniel, a community organizer in Queens for nonprofit food pantry City Harvest, assembled a sister march through New York City’s biggest and most diverse borough. The march began outside a public housing development in Queens’ Woodside neighborhood and snaked through the borough’s otherwise quiet residential streets, stopping off at four different public housing projects. “This is bigger than one block, two blocks, one NYCHA development or four NYCHA developments,” Nathaniel told HuffPost, using the acronym for the New York City Housing Authority. The last stop, the Jacob A. Riis Neighborhood Settlement, served as a microcosmic example of the larger environmental problem about which Nathaniel hoped to raise awareness: that low-income people and communities of color often suffer the worst effects of the greenhouse gas pollution warming the planet and rapidly changing the climate. The housing project sits sandwiched between the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, where a steady stream of vehicles spew exhaust all day, and the one of the dirtiest power plants in New York State. Ravenswood produces about 2.3 million metric tons of emissions each year, according to figures the Queens Tribune cited. That’s equivalent to about 500,000 cars. Unlike many plants that run on cleaner-burning natural gas alone, the power station burns 3,264,000 gallons of fuel oil per year. Under a law passed in 2015, the plant has until 2020 to switch over to a cleaner fuel. But lawmakers have recently stepped up efforts to probe emissions from the plant, citing health problems for people who live nearby.  “For decades, power plants in our communities here in western Queens have strongly contributed to increased asthma rates and increases in hospitalizations and ER visits that exceed the average in Queens,” said Costa Constantinides, a Democrat who represents the area on the city council, in December. “Our city has made great progress on ending the use of dirty fuel oil in buildings. Now more than ever, these plants must become better neighbors and stop the practice.” The march wasn’t locals only. Protesters came from around the city and surrounding suburbs. Tina Nannaroni, who lives in the Forest Hills area of Queens, said she got up at 5 a.m. to take a bus to Washington, D.C., only to learn her ride had been mysteriously canceled.  Jerome Nathaniel, 27, of Bed-Stuy, organized the NYC #climatemarch. Here's his takeaway: pic.twitter.com/N6ol65LLJd— Alexander Kaufman (@AlexCKaufman) April 29, 2017 “In 1965, they sabotaged the anti-Vietnam marches by canceling the buses,” she said. “I don’t know if that’s what happened, or if it’s just incompetence.”  Evelyn Fenick and Stephen Judd took the train in from Connecticut to march with matching signs that read “Just Cuz The Climate Killed The T. Rex Doesn’t Mean Rex T. Gets To Kill The Climate,” a reference to Secretary of State Rex Tillerson, who previously served as chief executive of Exxon Mobil Corp.  “It blew up,” Nathaniel said. “This is urgent, it’s important for a lot of people, you can no longer work in silos. It’s all community, it’s all climate justice.”   type=type=RelatedArticlesblockTitle=Related... + articlesList=59024d6ae4b02655f83b1803,5900f0d8e4b0026db1ddabd6,58fba3fae4b018a9ce5bcad5,58fe2c1be4b00fa7de1665cb,58fa93d1e4b00fa7de147c50 -- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.

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31 марта 2017, 10:00

A moment that changed me: an inspiring encounter with a bold fox| Paula Cocozza

I felt I was being watched – and from a tangle of brambles came the triangulated stare of a fox. I had to write about it – and so my novel began All my life I have read stories. A few years ago, quite out of the blue, I started to write one. I was 40. My children were two and five. I had a job with fairly long hours; at home, the constant churn of domestic duties. On paper, it was not the best time to decide to start. I couldn’t even point to a childhood spent stapling books. But for me the urge was irrefusable, unquietable. I had no say in it; it seemed to speak itself, and it happened like this. Related: A moment that changed me: my coming out letter to my mum | Sophie Wilkinson Continue reading...

27 февраля 2017, 00:00

The Future of Not Working

Annie Lowrey, New York Times MagazineThe village is poor, even by the standards of rural Kenya. To get there, you follow a power line along a series of unmarked roads. Eventually, that power line connects to the school at the center of town, the sole building with electricity. Homesteads fan out into the hilly bramble, connected by rugged paths. There is just one working water tap, requiring many local women to gather water from a pit in jerrycans. There is no plumbing, and some families still practice open defecation, lacking the resources to dig a latrine. There aren’t even oxen strong enough to pull a plow, meaning that...

23 января 2017, 13:30

Рынок акций Японии ушел в минус из-за укрепления иены

Фондовые индексы Азиатско-Тихоокеанского региона (АТР) завершили торги в понедельник без единой динамики после того, как в прошлую пятницу президент США Дональд Трамп выступил с инаугурационной речью, носившей яркий протекционистский характер, сообщает CNBC.

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15 января 2017, 12:00

Grenache, the toughest grape in the world

It survives in inhospitable terrain and its wines are too often undervalued. So try a few of these …Grape vines of all kinds can cope with the most extraordinarily difficult and extreme environments. But few varieties of this tenacious plant are as tough as grenache, aka garnacha in Spain. It can survive, even thrive, in some of the dustiest corners of the wine world, roots plunged many feet deep into inhospitable terrain seeking out moisture.The wonder of grenache is that the meagre crops of fruit produced by vines which can be anything up to 100 years old create some of the most vivacious wines around: a stream of soft, mouth-filling juiciness, with flavours of bramble jam, raspberry, cherry, tangy plum and paprika. How all this primary-coloured flavour emerges from such harsh surroundings is a wonder of nature on a par with something from a David Attenborough documentary – like one of those desert plants that lie dormant for years waiting for the briefest rain shower to bring them into bloom. Continue reading...

07 января 2017, 15:04

Manchester United v Reading: FA Cup third round – live!

Live updates from the 12.30pm GMT kick-offEmail [email protected] equals Charlton’s Man Utd goals record of 249Live scoreboard: the latest from Saturday’s matches 2.16pm GMT 89 min Blind is lucky not to be booked for a cynical foul on Gunter, who had skipped past him on the right wing. 2.15pm GMT 86 min So, Manchester United are still just about on course for the Alternative Quadruple. This is their eighth win in a row; the last time they did that was in the 2008-09 season, when they were two games and a penalty shoot-out away from the Actual Quadruple. Continue reading...

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28 декабря 2016, 10:00

Grass was greener but wildlife struggled in muggy 2016

Brambles and birds did well, but bees dipped and butterflies were hindered, according to a review of the year’s wildlife and weather by the National TrustFarmers made hay but rampant grass growth in 2016 made life hard for butterflies and even puffin chicks, according to a review of the year’s wildlife and weather by the National Trust.The nation’s ever more variable weather brought both booms and busts, with brambles and birds doing well, and slugs flourishing. But bumblebees dipped and owls found field voles hard to find. Continue reading...

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23 декабря 2016, 08:30

The snap of a twig, the running of the deer

Fermyn Woods, Northamptonshire I watch them through thickets of interwoven hazel and birch as they make their getawayCrack! A stick snaps a little distance to my right. Too big a snap for a small animal. Probably deer-sized, I estimate. I wonder how close I can get to the originator before being detected in the wood’s growing afternoon gloom. I creep away from the muddy path, through snagging brambles and naked hazel. I have advanced 15 meters towards the target when I feel a stick give under my foot and an inevitable, and similar, “crack” resonates through the still hush. Instantly, three young roe deer start from cover 20 meters away; I watch them through, and between, thickets of interwoven hazel and birch as they make their unswerving getaway with a stiff, springing gallop.My tracking skills are good enough to know how rudimentary they are. As a young lad I would, entranced, read Jim Corbett’s accounts of years spent pursuing man-eating leopards and tigers in the forests of India. Marvelling at how his corporeal self was absorbed into the forest. The meaning of every rustle, crack, bird call and grunt so familiar and significant that they keyed directly into his nervous system, and into that of the cat that was sometimes his quarry, sometimes his hunter, often both. Continue reading...

16 декабря 2016, 23:04

Humans Just Killed Off These 12 Animals, And You Didn't Even Notice

For thousands of years, the Bramble Cay melomys, a small, mouse-like rodent, eked out a living on a tiny coral island in Australia’s Great Barrier Reef. It was the reef’s only endemic mammal species, and survived on the few plants that grew on its island home. But as climate change expedited sea level rise and increased storm surges that flooded the low-lying island, the Bramble Cay melomys and its food supply was severely threatened. In June, after years of fruitless searching, scientists announced that they could no longer find any trace of the rodent.  The melomys was posthumously bestowed the ignominious title of the first mammal to go extinct because of human-induced global warming. “Sadly,” WWF-Australia spokesperson Darren Grover told The New York Times, “it won’t be the last.”  Scientists say the planet is currently on the precipice of the sixth mass extinction, an event that could see the wiping out of at least 75 percent of the Earth’s species. The current extinction rate is at least 100 times higher than normal, according to a 2015 study. Humans have triggered an extinction episode “unparalleled for 65 million years,” the researchers said.  Habitat destruction, poaching and pollution have killed off many species, and as we hurtle toward a 2-degrees Celsius temperature rise, climate change is rapidly becoming another major threat.  “The climate is changing faster than it ever has in the entire history of many species, and heading towards a ‘new normal’ that is outside the conditions that species have become adapted to in their long evolutionary history,” co-author Anthony Barnosky, executive director of Stanford University’s Jasper Ridge Biological Preserve, told The Huffington Post this week. “They can’t move to new places, because humans now use 50 percent of the Earth’s land, and they can’t evolve fast enough to keep up with the changes.” In the past 10 years alone, we know at least a dozen animals, including several mammals, birds and amphibians, have been driven to extinction by humans. And that number is likely a staggering underestimate. “Only approximately 2 million species have been scientifically described, but the number of species on Earth is estimated at 15 million or more. So many species are unknown to us,” said Gerardo Ceballos, a veteran ecologist at Mexico’s National Autonomous University and another of the study’s co-authors. “I think most species that are extinct will never be known to science.” It can also often take years for scientists to confirm an extinction. Conservationists often maintain a lingering hope that an animal presumed to be extinct could still be found alive, said Craig Hilton-Taylor, head of the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s Red List of Threatened Species. “It can take several years to tens of years of repeated surveying before we can say a species has gone,” he said.  Based on the work of the IUCN, as well as government reports and other research, HuffPost has compiled a list of 12 creatures that have almost certainly left us for good in the past decade: the Bramble Cay melomys, Pinta giant tortoise, Western black rhino, Vietnamese rhino, Rabbs’ fringe-limbed tree frog, South Island kokako, a Malaysian snail known as Plectostoma charasense, Barada Spring minnow, Christmas Island pipistrelle, Cryptic Treehunter, Ua Pou monarch and a mysterious springtail which has yet to be scientifically described.  Each of these animals was last spotted, or heard, alive in the past 10 years, and disappeared without a trace over the same period.  Before It’s Too Late From the smallest springtail to the largest rhinoceros, the loss of any species is a tragedy. “All species are ecosystem engineers, which means that the way they modify the environment around them can foster new environments for other organisms to live in,” Mark Williams, a paleobiology professor at England’s University of Leicester, told HuffPost. For certain “keystone” species, which play critical roles in their environments, an extinction could mean the collapse of entire ecosystems. There are also species that “belong to very ancient groups. [Losing those] would be one major component of the evolutionary story of life on Earth wiped out forever,” Williams said. The loss of animal species can also affect humans. “We’re losing services that are valuable, even critical, to people,” Barnosky said. “For example, commonly used high blood-pressure medications were derived from a little-known and highly poisonous snake that lives in jungle environments, the fer-de-lance.” Scientists have estimated that the biosphere ― all the parts of the world where life exists ― provides services to humans worth about $33 trillion a year. The benefits of conserving species outweigh the costs of doing so by a factor of 100, according to a 2002 study. Ceballos says that species extinctions can also have profound knock-on effects ― potentially even threatening kind’s own survival.  “Imagine that you are in a room where the walls are made of bricks. If a brick is lost, the wall will not collapse, but will start to work less efficiently,” said Ceballos. “But if you continue to take bricks, the wall will eventually collapse. In environmental terms, [a brick is a species] and the collapse will be a collapse of environmental services and eventually the collapse of civilization.”  Humans could kill off two-thirds of all wildlife by 2020, according to an October WWF report. If we continue at the rate we’re going, “we are likely to be left with an impoverished biodiversity for several million years to come,” said Williams.  He stressed, however, that it is not to late to turn the tide. “We might be on the brink of a mass extinction, but we can still avoid it!” Williams said. “We haven’t lost the biodiversity yet. All is to play for.”  Humans would need to fundamentally change consumption habits and treatment of the planet in order to do so, scientists say, and there is little time to waste.  “When we’re going to start seeing impacts more locally ― your favorite lake dries up or your favorite species is no longer there ― maybe at that point you start thinking longer-term,” said Colby Loucks, senior director of WWF’s Wildlife Conservation Program, in an interview earlier this year. “But at some point the earth is going to say ‘enough.’ And that’s going to be catastrophic.” type=type=RelatedArticlesblockTitle=Related Coverage + articlesList=5746a423e4b0dacf7ad3fe0a,580f2f63e4b0a03911ee8c9e,58185d9de4b0390e69d24d94,562eaf7ae4b00aa54a4aef64,5812e332e4b064e1b4b190bd,58136094e4b09b190529c379 -- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.

07 декабря 2016, 12:26

Ты прибыл сюда как в кошмар, молясь о том, чтоб забыться.

ООО, это было непросто.Даже читать это невыносимо тяжело, не говоря уж чтобы привести в относительно читабельный вид гугл-переводНе пришлось задумываться только над первым стихотворением.Оно собственно и подсказка)Что объединяет следующие четыре поэмы?Осторожно не для слабонервных:Страна уже принадлежала нам, А мы ей нет. Мы ею обладали, Не став ее народом. Весь восток Уж век был наш, а мы... мы оставались Английскими и, только колонисты, Владели тем, что нами не владело, Во власти у того, что потеряли. Мы всё искали, где же наша слабость, Пока не поняли, что отделили Себя от той земли, где мы живем, И отдались ей, и нашли спасенье. Мы уступили раз и навсегда, Не побоявшись воевать за это, Стране, туманно охватившей запад, Где всё: народ, история, искусства - Всё предстояло, в ней одной теперь.=====================(чуть-чуть подкорректированный гугл-перевод)Скала, Река и Дерево От тех, кто давно ушел,На них омертвевшие знаки:Различных древних существ, Шагавших по нашей планете,Но сгинувших в сумрак веков,Не справившись с тревогойУскорившей их уход.Но ныне взывает Скала к намРешительно и ясно:"Приди, поднимись на меняВглядись в своё назначениеИщи, но не прячься в тени,Сгустившейся у подножья,Внизу не создашь укрытия Ты создал намного меньшеТех ангелов, что притихли,Укрылись лишь ненадолгоНо сумрак их успокоилНадолго лишив движеньяЗаставив застыть в равнодушие.Твой рот источает слова,Заточенные на убой.Скала к нам сегодня взывает:"Ты можешь стоять надо мной,Но только не прячь лицаВзгляни через стену мираРека там поёт свою песню,К себе всех оставшихся манит:"Каждый из вас как страна, Которую терпеливо и нежно Учили быть гордойИ окружили границейНо вы всё равно под осадойИ в вечной борьбе за прибыль.Мой берег усеян хламом,Но я все равно приглашаюК себе, если ты научился Прожить эту жизнь, не воюяПриди сюда с миром и слушайЯ буду петь тебе песни,Которые наш СоздательВдохнул в нас, когда мы едиными С деревьями, скалами были.Пред тем, как твой ум пропиталсяЦинизмом и знаньем ложным,Незнанью аналогичным.Так пела река и пелаСлова той реки поющейИ мудрой скалы поведайЕврею, испанцу, азиатуАфриканцу и коренному американцу сиуКатолику, мусульманину, французу, греку, Ирландцу, раввину, священнику, шейхуГею, гетеросексуалуСвященнику и учителюБездомному и именитомуОни услышат, все услышатО том, что сказало Дерево.There is a true yearning to respond toThe singing river and the wise rock.So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,The African and Native American, the Sioux,The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.They hear. They all hearThe speaking of the tree.Впервые и лишь однаждыСегодня случится чудо -- Каждое дерево сможетБеседовать с человечеством "Прибудь ко мне, на берег реки. Сядь со мной и послушай:Ты тот потомок, что дал мнеВпервые моё названьеТы пауни, апач, сенека,Чероки… ты мог отдохнуть со мноюНо встав на ноги, покинул,Оставив другим ловцам счастья,Помешанным на корысти,И вечно жаждущим золотаТы турок, шотландец, швед, немецТы, кру, ашанти, йоруба, Тебя покупали, сбывали, кралиТы прибыл сюда как в кошмар,Молясь о том, чтобы забыться.Укорени себя рядом Я Дерево у Реки, Меня не подвинут отсюдаЯ -- Река, Я – Скала, Я -- Дерево Я с тобой – твой проход оплачен...==================Единое солнце над нами, сегодня взошло, разгоревшись над нашими берегами, и скалистыми ### горамиприветствовав лица Великих Озёр, распространяя простую истину над Великими Равнинами, и затем вновь заряжаясь над Скалистыми горами.Один свет, пробуждающий крыши домов, под каждой из которых – история, рассказанная нашими беззвучными жестами, что ползают в окнах.Моё лицо, твоё лицо, миллионы лиц в утренних зеркалах, зевающие на жизнь, врывающиеся внутрь нашего дня: жёлтые школьные автобусы, ритмичное переключение сигнала светофора, фруктовые ларьки: яблоки, лаймы и апельсины, разложенные под радугу, выпрашивающие нашу похвалу. Серебристые грузовики, наполненные нефтью или бумагой, кирпичами или молоком, кишащие на магистралях, около нас, на нашем пути на работу, Мы будем там чистить столы, читать бухгалтерские книги спасать чьи-то жизни, обучать геометрии или пробивать продукты, как это делала моя мать в течение двадцати лет, чтобы я смог написать это стихотворение для всех вас сегодня.Всех нас, таких же полных жизни, как тот единый свет, что мы пропускаем сквозь себя, тот же свет, что падает на школьные доски с заданиями на сегодня: уравнения, чтобы их решать, история, чтобы задавать вопросы, или атомы, чтобы их представлять, строчка «Я мечтаю о…», которую мы до сих пор храним в себе, или неподъёмный словарь печали, который не объяснит нам, почему опустели парты двадцати ребятишек, отмеченных отсутствующими сегодня и навсегда**. Много молитв, но один свет с разноцветным дыханием в запятнанных окнах, жизнью в лицах бронзовых статуй, теплотой в шагах по нашим музеям, возле скамеек в парках, где мамаши присматривают за своими детьми, скользящими в разгар дня.Одна земля. Наша земля, привязывающая нас к каждому стебельку, к каждому колоску пшеницы, что тяжким трудом посажен руками, теми руками, что собирают уголь или строят мельницы в пустынях и на вершинах гор, чтобы нам было тепло, руками, что роют траншеи, прокладывают трубы и кабель, руками, такими же тёплыми, как руки моего отца, срезающие сахарный тростник, чтобы я и мой брат могли иметь книги и обувь.Вся пыль, лежащая на фермах, в пустынях, городах и прериях, смешанная с единым ветром, – это наше дыхание. Дыши. Слушай дыхание сквозь ежедневное яркое гудение такси, автобусов, катящихся по проспектам, симфонию шагов, гитар, визжание вагонов метро, неожиданную песню птицы, севшую на верёвку для сушки белья.Слушай: скрип качелей на детской площадке, свист поездов или шёпот за столиком в кафе, слушай: двери, которые мы открываем для каждого, чтобы сказать: хэллоу, шалом, бон джорно, как дела, намасте или буэнос диас, на том языке, что учила меня мать – на каждом языке, издающемся в едином ветре, что несёт наши жизни без предубеждения, как эти слова, сорвавшиеся с моих губ.Одно небо: с тех пор как Аппалачи и Сьерра-Невада заявили о своём величии, а Миссисипи и Колорадо проложили себе дорогу к морю. Благодари старания наших рук: заливать сталь в мосты, во время сдавать ещё один отчёт для босса, зашивать ещё одну рану или униформу, сделать первый мазок кистью на портрете или последний этаж Башни Свободы, выпирающей в небо, которое уступает перед нашей несгибаемостью.Одно небо, на которое мы изредка поднимаем наши глаза, уставшие от работы: иногда, чтобы догадаться о предстоящей погоде, иногда, чтобы поблагодарить за любовь, что отвечает нам взаимностью, иногда, чтобы воспеть свою маму, которая умела жертвовать, или чтобы простить отца, который не мог дать нам то, чего мы хотели.Мы управляем нашим домом: сквозь блеск дождя или тяжесть снега, или сквозь сливовый багрянец сумерек, но всегда, всегда – домом, всегда под единым небом, нашим небом. И всегда одна луна, как тихий барабан, стучащий по каждой крыше и каждому окну единой страны, всех нас, глядящих на звёзды с надеждой встретить новое созвездие, ожидающее нас, чтобы мы нанесли его на карту, ожидающее нас, чтобы мы подарили ему имя, все вместе. We have memorized America, how it was born and who we have been and where. In ceremonies and silence we say the words, telling the stories, singing the old songs. We like the places they take us. Mostly we do. The great and all the anonymous dead are there. We know the sound of all the sounds we brought. The rich taste of it is on our tongues. But where are we going to be, and why, and who? The disenfranchised dead want to know. We mean to be the people we meant to be, to keep on going where we meant to go. But how do we FASHION the future? Who can say how except in the minds of those who will call it Now? The children. The children. And how does our garden grow? With waving hands—oh, rarely in a row— and flowering faces. And brambles, that we can no longer allow. Who were many people coming together cannot become one people falling apart. Who dreamed for every child an even chance cannot let luck alone turn doorknobs or not. Whose law was never so much of the hand as the head cannot let chaos make its way to the heart. Who have seen learning struggle from teacher to child cannot let ignorance spread itself like rot. We know what we have done and what we have said, and how we have grown, degree by slow degree, believing ourselves toward all we have tried to become— just and compassionate, equal, able, and free. All this in the hands of children, eyes already set on a land we never can visit—it isn’t there yet— but looking through their eyes, we can see what our long GIFT to them may come to be. If we can truly remember, they will not forget.

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Tamar's manure canal returns to nature

Gunnislake, Tamar Valley Barges that carried coal, corn, manure, granite, bricks and lime had to be hauled manually upstream against the currentFrom the hilltop railway station, rain clouds veil sight of Dartmoor and, in nearby Stony Lane, run-off flows between shoals of sodden beech leaves. Down this sunken way towards the river, ferns, mosses and pennywort show green under the tangle of fading bramble, yellow-leafed hazel and bare sycamore; the enclosing hedge-banks frame occasional glimpses across the valley where steep woodland engulfs river-cliffs and pinnacles like Chimney Rock.Sound of water roaring over the weir carries uphill and becomes even louder below Hatches Green, where tennis court and football pitch in King George’s Field are overlooked by the orange and dark green deciduous and coniferous woods opposite – once part of the Duke of Bedford’s estate. Continue reading...