Well said, h101b!

It strikes of this, from great blues guitarist, and philosopher of unique perspectives, Mr. J.J. Cale:

RE: "feel the rythm of the breeze"

I got that green light, baby
I got to be movin' out of here
I got that green light, baby
I got to be movin' out of here
I might go out to California
I might go down to Georgia, might stay here

Well, they call me the breeze
I keep rollin' down the road
Yeah, they call me the breeze
I keep rollin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I ain't carry no heavy load

If there ain't no change in the weather
Lord, there ain't no change in me
If there ain't no change in the weather
Lord, there ain't no change in me
I ain't hidin' from nobody
Ain't nobody hidin' from me

Well, they call me the breeze
I keep rollin' down the road
Yeah, they call me the breeze
I keep rollin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I ain't carry no heavy load

J. J. Cale - Call Me The Breeze Lyrics

iwant to see a raybradbury/ radiohead film, in cartoon with radiohead music and ray bradbury stories in cartoon , and quotes from ray mixed with lyrics from radiohead floating in and out...... yeah buddy

copany idea for anyone.... go to schools and collect all the plastic bottle trah.... clean it, compress it into playgrounds and learning tools....... yeah buddy

furniture... sprots equipment...

just cause PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION IF YOU CARE AT ALL...once again an irish president
The very word “secrecy” is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweighed the dangers which are cited to justify it. Even today, there is little value in opposing the threat of a closed society by imitating its arbitrary restrictions. Even today, there is little value in insuring the survival of our nation if our traditions do not survive with it. And there is very grave danger that an announced need for increased security will be seized upon by those anxious to expand its meaning to the very limits of official censorship and concealment. That I do not intend to permit to the extent that it’s in my control. And no official of my Administration, whether his rank is high or low, civilian or military, should interpret my words here tonight as an excuse to censor the news, to stifle dissent, to cover up our mistakes or to withhold from the press and the public the facts they deserve to know.

But I do ask every publisher, every editor, and every newsman in the nation to reexamine his own standards, and to recognize the nature of our country’s peril. In time of war, the government and the press have customarily joined in an effort based largely on self-discipline, to prevent unauthorized disclosures to the enemy. In times of “clear and present danger,” the courts have held that even the privileged rights of the First Amendment must yield to the public’s need for national security.

Today no war has been declared and however fierce the struggle may be, it may never be declared in the traditional fashion. Our way of life is under attack. Those who make themselves our enemy are advancing around the globe. The survival of our friends is in danger. And yet no war has been declared, no borders have been crossed by marching troops, no missiles have been fired.

If the press is awaiting a declaration of war before it imposes the self-discipline of combat conditions, then I can only say that no war ever posed a greater threat to our security. If you are awaiting a finding of “clear and present danger,” then I can only say that the danger has never been more clear and its presence has never been more imminent.

It requires a change in outlook, a change in tactics, a change in missions–by the government, by the people, by every businessman or labor leader, and by every newspaper. For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covet means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations.

Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed. It conducts the Cold War, in short, with a war-time discipline no democracy would ever hope or wish to match.

Nevertheless, every democracy recognizes the necessary restraints of national security–and the question remains whether those restraints need to be more strictly observed if we are to oppose this kind of attack as well as outright invasion.

For the facts of the matter are that this nation’s foes have openly boasted of acquiring through our newspapers information they would otherwise hire agents to acquire through theft, bribery or espionage; that details of this nation’s covert preparations to counter the enemy’s covert operations have been available to every newspaper reader, friend and foe alike; that the size, the strength, the location and the nature of our forces and weapons, and our plans and strategy for their use, have all been pinpointed in the press and other news media to a degree sufficient to satisfy any foreign power; and that, in at least in one case, the publication of details concerning a secret mechanism whereby satellites were followed required its alteration at the expense of considerable time and money.

The newspapers which printed these stories were loyal, patriotic, responsible and well-meaning. Had we been engaged in open warfare, they undoubtedly would not have published such items. But in the absence of open warfare, they recognized only the tests of journalism and not the tests of national security. And my question tonight is whether additional tests should not now be adopted.

That question is for you alone to answer. No public official should answer it for you. No governmental plan should impose its restraints against your will. But I would be failing in my duty to the nation, in considering all of the responsibilities that we now bear and all of the means at hand to meet those responsibilities, if I did not commend this problem to your attention, and urge its thoughtful consideration.

On many earlier occasions, I have said–and your newspapers have constantly said–that these are times that appeal to every citizen’s sense of sacrifice and self-discipline. They call out to every citizen to weigh his rights and comforts against his obligations to the common good. I cannot now believe that those citizens who serve in the newspaper business consider themselves exempt from that appeal.

I have no intention of establishing a new Office of War Information to govern the flow of news. I am not suggesting any new forms of censorship or new types of security classifications. I have no easy answer to the dilemma that I have posed, and would not seek to impose it if I had one. But I am asking the members of the newspaper profession and the industry in this country to reexamine their own responsibilities, to consider the degree and the nature of the present danger, and to heed the duty of self-restraint which that danger imposes upon us all.

Every newspaper now asks itself, with respect to every story: “Is it news?” All I suggest is that you add the question: “Is it in the interest of the national security?” And I hope that every group in America–unions and businessmen and public officials at every level will ask the same question of their endeavors, and subject their actions to the same exacting tests.

And should the press of America consider and recommend the voluntary assumption of specific new steps or machinery, I can assure you that we will cooperate whole-heartedly with those recommendations.

Perhaps there will be no recommendations. Perhaps there is no answer to the dilemma faced by a free and open society in a cold and secret war. In times of peace, any discussion of this subject, and any action that results, are both painful and without precedent. But this is a time of peace and peril which knows no precedent in history.

It is the unprecedented nature of this challenge that also gives rise to your second obligation–an obligation which I share and that is our obligation to inform and alert the American people to make certain that they possess all the facts that they need, and understand them as well–the perils, the prospects, the purposes of our program and the choices that we face.

No President should fear public scrutiny of his program. For from that scrutiny comes understanding; and from that understanding comes support or opposition and both are necessary. I am not asking your newspapers to support the Administration, but I am asking your help in the tremendous task of informing and alerting the American people. For I have complete confidence in the response and dedication of our citizens whenever they are fully informed.

I not only could not stifle controversy among your readers–I welcome it. This Administration intends to be candid about its errors; for as a wise man once said: “An error does not become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.” We intend to accept full responsibility for our errors and we expect you to point them out when we miss them.

Without debate, without criticism, no Administration and no country can succeed and no republic can survive. That is why the Athenian lawmaker Solon decreed it a crime for any citizen to shrink from controversy. And that is why our press was protected by the First Amendment– the only business in America specifically protected by the Constitution–not primarily to amuse and entertain, not to emphasize the trivial and the sentimental, not to simply “give the public what it wants”–but to inform, to arouse, to reflect, to state our dangers and our opportunities, to indicate our crises and our choices, to lead, mold, educate and sometimes even anger public opinion.

This means greater coverage and analysis of international news–for it is no longer far away and foreign but close at hand and local. It means greater attention to improved understanding of the news as well as improved transmission. And it means, finally, that government at all levels, must meet its obligation to provide you with the fullest possible information outside the narrowest limits of national security–and we intend to do it.

It was early in the Seventeenth Century that Francis Bacon remarked on three recent inventions already transforming the world: the compass, gunpowder and the printing press. Now the links between the nations first forged by the compass have made us all citizens of the world, the hopes and threats of one becoming the hopes and threats of us all. In that one world’s efforts to live together, the evolution of gunpowder to its ultimate limit has warned mankind of the terrible consequences of failure.

And so it is to the printing press–to the recorder of man’s deeds, the keeper of his conscience, the courier of his news–that we look for strength and assistance, confident that with your help man will be what he was born to be: free and independent.

sic nos sic sacra tuemur

https://youtu.be/JVxe5NIABsI

that's all folks

Hi Harvey and one and all on the forums,

It's been Along time since I was last on here over 2 years and guess if truth be known I miss it like hell, but was just being stubben, pig-headed and sulky but I've forgiven myself and anyway life's far too short so here I am again,,,

Hope your all keeping well and big hello to Harvey, hope your looking after yourself too mate ? I'm good myself, my health's still good and guess sometimes you forget these simple but great things and get bogged down by the modern world and all it's hang ups, so apologies for being a pratt and taking life to dam serious at times.
Plus sorry for taking it so bad because my second to last post message got took off the forum, I guess I over-reacted like a spoilt child, and walked out the room, but hey these
things happen, I can't even remember what I said don't think it was that bad but hey , I live and I learn by my words and hope
that's ok too,

i just re-read most of this thread from start to finish and hey, you know what it's not half bad, it reads and reminds me in a kind of therapeutic way firstly how good some of our poems/free verse is and also reads like a time-line- enter of how ill I was and thank god, in the words of Ray "I'm alive" my god still here to tell the tale,
and in a time honoured I'd like to add, a little free verse,
it's been a while but here go's,,,,

today yes, but why now??
because I'm still here right now,
this second, minute, hour this day,
an" what the hell,
i just wanted and needed to write,
speak, to well join in again.
to say we can make our words shine,
and we have done this here before now,
wow, man those words had,
and still have weight,
A lot deep meanings, also random ramblings, free flowing free verse from since you first began,
they sparkle and shimmer and have a life and light of there own now,
they belong here
in this thread - forum along and amongst
the memories, thoughts,inspirations,

we are forever and will be thankful
for the work and words of Ray

Our words/voices are like a river,
sometimes running deep,
and then shallow,
so low,,, solo maybe
but looking back at them now,
we had or found a key
a way out of the forest for me at least...

so keep the dust in the cupboards and a light in the window, and maybe these birds of words and inspiration, will once again flow and fly into my garden and life again.....


and that's what I wanted to say again, even thought it's a bit rambly but hope you pick up and get my true meaning,

words as birds is a good metaphor i think,

well anyway I'll close for now be good to hear your thoughts too, cheers to you one and all, be healthy, creative and good to yourselves like
we all ought to do ,
thanks for listening Dave

I was looking this last page over and realized I forgot to thank fjp451 for his complement , so thank you fjp451. Always good to be appreciated. And once again dave i am really happy that you at you wrote yourself on here and I am glad if it helped you in anyway express yourself or love life more. You definitely helped me my man so thanks again.

And thank you again to this board for allowing this to stay and continue as it has. As out of place or crazy as it may seem. Thank you all.

And of course thank you mr. Bradbury, whatever adventure you are on now. What an impact you made to all of us.

Some free verse hopefully

Water of this soul I may be,
Seeming endless flow ,
Rippling , rippling,
Through the rips and tears of time,
A reminder constantly,
Of this gift we have been given,
Of the challenge to keep going, growing,
We all are here together, together

You are very much welcomed, h101b!

Funny how things sometimes exist forever and yet we never share them with others. Since I was a kid helping my Dad on a back acre of land we "always" planted with crops from a-z (asparagus - melons - zucchini), I quietly, secretly enjoyed the "Breeze."
For on a breeze all sorts of things arrived and departed.

Dragonflies, gossamers, butterflies, dust swirls, and songs - far off and others quite nearby - of a thousand types of birds. My moments of being captivated by the magic of breezes oft brought about another call carried from the far end of the garden. My Dad telling me to get back to hoeing, planting or weeding! Somewhat like Doug, the day he went off for fox grapes in Dandelion Wine, by golly!!

Anyhow, just this morning, with hot cup of fresh coffee in hand, I sat meditative looking upon the much smaller garden my own home now cherishes. Many years later, but still the breeze came by, and I was that kid again in the back acre with Dad close by.

Three bluejays screeched from the tall pines bordering our land, a pair of cardinals flashed low to the ground and then were gone, a sparrow chirped gently at a feeder above the very large pumpkin plants, now over taking a section of the potato and tomato patches. (To think I had so carefully planned the proper distance for their growth earlier this spring.) Oh well! So much for "well-planned." Alas, there will be orange orbs a plenty for decorating the front oak tree this late autumn! "Thanks Mr. B" ~ as you so kindly commented, h101b!

So, what's the purpose? Who knows really. A breeze here, a memory there, or a hand on your shoulder from someone you can not see...but only sense - very close and truly dear.

If I may kindly plagiarize, just briefly, and honestly!

"A reminder constantly,
Of this gift we have been given,
Of the challenge to keep going, growing,
We all are here together, together"

I keep rollin' down the road
Yeah, they call me the breeze
I keep rollin' down the road
I ain't carry no heavy load . . ."

So, it seems the Breeze is always right there,
If only we pause quietly from time to time . . .

medication time...... yes mr. martini there is an easter bunny

BIG PUN- BEWARE ........KIDS