T P O

T   P   O
The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

G r e e t i n g s !

** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

* Your comments and evaluations are appreciated ! *

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

As Time Goes By - by TPO

 

 
Regarding aging ...
a few things to ponder (truths from humor) ...

1 - "When I was a boy, the Dead Sea was only sick."  - George Burns

2 - "Middle age is when your age starts showing around your middle."  - Bob Hope

3 - "Age is a case of mind over matter.  If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."  - Jack Benny

4 - "Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils."  - Hector Louis Berlioz

5 - " Never take life seriously.  Nobody gets out alive anyway."  - Anonymous

6 -" May Your Life Be Like Arithmetic:
       Joys Added,
       Sorrows Subtracted,
       Friends Multiplied,
       Love Un-Divided."   - Anonymous





Saturday, July 28, 2012

"An Die Musik" - by Franz Peter Schubert


Franz P. Schubert



Ian Bostridge

"An Die Musik" - D. 547 (Op. 88/4)
by Franz Peter Schubert (1797-1828)





Tenor: Ian Bostridge

Piano:  Julius Drake



"An Die Musik"* - D. 547 (Op. 88/4)
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Du holde Kunst, in wieviel grauen Stunden,
Wo mich des Lebens wilder Kreis umstrickt,
Hast du mein Herz zu warmer Lieb' entzunden,
Hast mich in eine beßre Welt entrückt!

[In eine beßre Welt entrückt ...]

Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf' entflossen,
Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir
Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,
Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!

[Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir ...]

* (text from poem by Franz von Schober)
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Translation

"To Music" 
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Oh gracious Art, in how many grey hours,
When life's fierce orbit ensnared me,
Have you kindled my heart to warm love,
Transfigured me into a better world!

How often has a sigh escaping from your harp,
A sweet, a sacred harmony of yours
Thrown open the heaven of better times,
Oh gracious Art, for that I thank you!