We need no metaphysics Life in the life we make. And the park becomes a jungle When the rain abates For God will give me bliss When the sun abates. (The rhyming scheme is a b c b d b – with a repeat end word in lines four and six of each stanza). 'Rain’ is currently available as a BBC Radio 3 sound file, in which Oswald reads her own poem. ( Log Out /  The stallions of the soul– ( Log Out /  Expounding his thoughts from the previous stanza … bad behaviour will not matter … no accountability… and under God we will be absolved of all our missdemeanours. He recorded a set inspired by Blake's verse, which appropriately featured an adaptation of the poem London from Songs of Experience. The argument was wilful, Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved. Tonight London will be hit by a poetry storm -- that’s right, it will be raining poetry. Tonight London will be hit by a poetry storm -- that’s right, it will be raining poetry. His mind is now back on where he is … in his room looking out on the falling rain … the logic/lust distraction of thought in vain … and the wild horses that took his thoughts away at the beginning of the poem bring him home again … he notices it has started to rain again … falling rain and enough thinking for one night falls asleep… let’s hope he has pleasant dreams! Most recently, Casagrande dropped poems over Berlin, Germany, in 2010 and over Warsaw, Poland, in 2009. It is your right and your responsibility.

The following citations are my transcriptions of this audio. All rights reserved. But if we are under No-God Sometimes circumstances make it hard or impossible for you to vote on Election Day. London night-time rain … I love that word pimples and the catch of light in the pimple from the street lamps … ebony = rich dark black wood … giving a little gloss to the dark … and there is a whole new mapping of the streets … as in a chemical reaction …the light staining, leaving it’s mark. Stain the canals of night Come dimly tumbling down, For me this is the key stanza … it is up to us to make what we will of the world, of this gift … and we can only discover how we should live in living life. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. That fence about my soul.

He wrestles with thoughts on God as he looks out late at night on the rain. Casagrande’s slogan reads, “no se vende ni se compra,” translated to “can’t be sold, can’t be bought,” meaning every project, every performative act, and each poetic utterance is completely free and for the collective imagination or re-imagining. Each state has its own rules for mail-in absentee voting. And we only can discover Under God we can reckon The world is what we make. Logic and lust are quiet, Their gallopings in vain, His poem ‘London Rain’, written against the backdrop of impending war (shortly before the outbreak of WWII in 1939), might be considered that conflict’s response to Edward Thomas’s ‘Rain’, written during the First World War. And the neon lamps of London Nothing will matter at all, ( Log Out /  Bog and lake are references to his Irish / English heritage. Of beauty as I choose. Visit your state election office website to find out if you can vote by mail. Its dance upon the town, The world is what was given, This looks like dissatisfaction on where he is in life … in terms of violent horses … he wants to break free … and this may be a spiritual unrest when we look at later stanzas. So reinforced by logic But now the rain gives over The country to the channel Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. The ebony street with white Sign up for membership to become a founding member and help shape HuffPost's next chapter. Across the countless chimneys The argument was very wilful = headstrong … and indeed ‘we need no metaphysics = abstract thinking’ … and in his case no ‘God/No-God’ thoughts to work out what we should be doing or to justify our actions. Chilean arts collective Casagrande will drop 100,000 poems from a helicopter over the south bank of the Thames river at twilight. ( Log Out /  To the falling London rain. And I need not suffer conscience Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. Through this symbolic "bombing of words," Casagrande hopes to “open up questions that help us to understand cultural works as pacifist practices and also to discuss what the place of poetry could be in the history of war.”. Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. The alternatives untrue, We made it easy for you to exercise your right to vote! Is either up or down. And rain returning duly
Sharing my comments which are shown in italics after each stanza. Where warning beacons toss, Ministers are thought-full people – don’t you think! And neither God nor No-God Focus on the gift of the present, the here and now…don’t worry about what is happening overseas! My lust goes riding horseback To burgle all the turrets

Eager to take the fences Check with your local county elections office for exact times and ID requirements. If there is a God – everything will be OK and if No-God then it doesn’t matter about all the conscience problems … these are his on-going thoughts as he watches the rain … his logic…dare I say late-night logic!
Louis MacNeice was no exception. From all I do amiss Horses black as coal– Polling hours on Election Day vary by state/locality. London Rain by Louis MacNeice. Falling asleep I listen In the alchemy of night. Whichever wins I am happy All five cities that have been hit with poems (Berlin, Warsaw, Gernika, Dubrovnik, Santiago, and London), are cities that have been bombed during military strifes in the past. Logic and lust together To ravish where I choose, Take a look at the slideshow below to see footage from some of the past "Rain of Poems": Your vote is your voice! Today is National Voter Registration Day! Edward Thomas was a poet, critic, and biographer who is best known for his careful depictions of rural England and his prescient understanding of modernity’s … Has not dissolved except the love of death, If love it be towards what is perfect and. Upon the gleaming slates, To a place where God and No-God The rain of London pimples The ebony street with white And the neon lamps of London Stain the canals of night And the park becomes a jungle In the alchemy of night.

Adultery and murder This year many of the the poets visited in our U3A (University of Third Age) sessions have had some connection with religious ministry. This masterly MacNeice poem, written against the backdrop of impending war, might be considered WWII’s response to Edward Thomas’s ‘Rain’, written during the First World War. Visit your state election office website to find out whether they offer early voting. When you come to think about it it is not surprising. The horses ride and across Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. Her poem 'rain’ dramatizes events on one June day, when 40 mm of rain fell on Romford, London. In a sense it is up to us – our responsibility to create our own God (and if we do happen to believe in an external God then perhaps our understanding of God may come clearer). As having nothing to lose

The rain of London pimples Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain, And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks. And again it starts to rain; Falling asleep I listen. Their first "poetry bombing," as it's sometimes referred to, was in 2001 and took place in Chile over "La Moneda", the government palace that was bombed by Gen. Augusto Pinochet on September 11th, 1973. My wishes now come homeward, (I might add that those that shout God is on our side are often using God to justify their ungodly actions.). London Rain – Louis MacNeice October 16, 2014 October 17, 2014 richinaword Poetry analysis Tags: MacNeice , Poetry , Spirituality This year many of the the poets visited in our U3A (University of Third Age) sessions have had some connection with religious ministry.
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We need no metaphysics Life in the life we make. And the park becomes a jungle When the rain abates For God will give me bliss When the sun abates. (The rhyming scheme is a b c b d b – with a repeat end word in lines four and six of each stanza). 'Rain’ is currently available as a BBC Radio 3 sound file, in which Oswald reads her own poem. ( Log Out /  The stallions of the soul– ( Log Out /  Expounding his thoughts from the previous stanza … bad behaviour will not matter … no accountability… and under God we will be absolved of all our missdemeanours. He recorded a set inspired by Blake's verse, which appropriately featured an adaptation of the poem London from Songs of Experience. The argument was wilful, Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved. Tonight London will be hit by a poetry storm -- that’s right, it will be raining poetry. Tonight London will be hit by a poetry storm -- that’s right, it will be raining poetry. His mind is now back on where he is … in his room looking out on the falling rain … the logic/lust distraction of thought in vain … and the wild horses that took his thoughts away at the beginning of the poem bring him home again … he notices it has started to rain again … falling rain and enough thinking for one night falls asleep… let’s hope he has pleasant dreams! Most recently, Casagrande dropped poems over Berlin, Germany, in 2010 and over Warsaw, Poland, in 2009. It is your right and your responsibility.

The following citations are my transcriptions of this audio. All rights reserved. But if we are under No-God Sometimes circumstances make it hard or impossible for you to vote on Election Day. London night-time rain … I love that word pimples and the catch of light in the pimple from the street lamps … ebony = rich dark black wood … giving a little gloss to the dark … and there is a whole new mapping of the streets … as in a chemical reaction …the light staining, leaving it’s mark. Stain the canals of night Come dimly tumbling down, For me this is the key stanza … it is up to us to make what we will of the world, of this gift … and we can only discover how we should live in living life. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. That fence about my soul.

He wrestles with thoughts on God as he looks out late at night on the rain. Casagrande’s slogan reads, “no se vende ni se compra,” translated to “can’t be sold, can’t be bought,” meaning every project, every performative act, and each poetic utterance is completely free and for the collective imagination or re-imagining. Each state has its own rules for mail-in absentee voting. And we only can discover Under God we can reckon The world is what we make. Logic and lust are quiet, Their gallopings in vain, His poem ‘London Rain’, written against the backdrop of impending war (shortly before the outbreak of WWII in 1939), might be considered that conflict’s response to Edward Thomas’s ‘Rain’, written during the First World War. And the neon lamps of London Nothing will matter at all, ( Log Out /  Bog and lake are references to his Irish / English heritage. Of beauty as I choose. Visit your state election office website to find out if you can vote by mail. Its dance upon the town, The world is what was given, This looks like dissatisfaction on where he is in life … in terms of violent horses … he wants to break free … and this may be a spiritual unrest when we look at later stanzas. So reinforced by logic But now the rain gives over The country to the channel Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. The ebony street with white Sign up for membership to become a founding member and help shape HuffPost's next chapter. Across the countless chimneys The argument was very wilful = headstrong … and indeed ‘we need no metaphysics = abstract thinking’ … and in his case no ‘God/No-God’ thoughts to work out what we should be doing or to justify our actions. Chilean arts collective Casagrande will drop 100,000 poems from a helicopter over the south bank of the Thames river at twilight. ( Log Out /  To the falling London rain. And I need not suffer conscience Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. Through this symbolic "bombing of words," Casagrande hopes to “open up questions that help us to understand cultural works as pacifist practices and also to discuss what the place of poetry could be in the history of war.”. Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. The alternatives untrue, We made it easy for you to exercise your right to vote! Is either up or down. And rain returning duly
Sharing my comments which are shown in italics after each stanza. Where warning beacons toss, Ministers are thought-full people – don’t you think! And neither God nor No-God Focus on the gift of the present, the here and now…don’t worry about what is happening overseas! My lust goes riding horseback To burgle all the turrets

Eager to take the fences Check with your local county elections office for exact times and ID requirements. If there is a God – everything will be OK and if No-God then it doesn’t matter about all the conscience problems … these are his on-going thoughts as he watches the rain … his logic…dare I say late-night logic!
Louis MacNeice was no exception. From all I do amiss Horses black as coal– Polling hours on Election Day vary by state/locality. London Rain by Louis MacNeice. Falling asleep I listen In the alchemy of night. Whichever wins I am happy All five cities that have been hit with poems (Berlin, Warsaw, Gernika, Dubrovnik, Santiago, and London), are cities that have been bombed during military strifes in the past. Logic and lust together To ravish where I choose, Take a look at the slideshow below to see footage from some of the past "Rain of Poems": Your vote is your voice! Today is National Voter Registration Day! Edward Thomas was a poet, critic, and biographer who is best known for his careful depictions of rural England and his prescient understanding of modernity’s … Has not dissolved except the love of death, If love it be towards what is perfect and. Upon the gleaming slates, To a place where God and No-God The rain of London pimples The ebony street with white And the neon lamps of London Stain the canals of night And the park becomes a jungle In the alchemy of night.

Adultery and murder This year many of the the poets visited in our U3A (University of Third Age) sessions have had some connection with religious ministry. This masterly MacNeice poem, written against the backdrop of impending war, might be considered WWII’s response to Edward Thomas’s ‘Rain’, written during the First World War. Visit your state election office website to find out whether they offer early voting. When you come to think about it it is not surprising. The horses ride and across Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. Her poem 'rain’ dramatizes events on one June day, when 40 mm of rain fell on Romford, London. In a sense it is up to us – our responsibility to create our own God (and if we do happen to believe in an external God then perhaps our understanding of God may come clearer). As having nothing to lose

The rain of London pimples Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain, And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks. And again it starts to rain; Falling asleep I listen. Their first "poetry bombing," as it's sometimes referred to, was in 2001 and took place in Chile over "La Moneda", the government palace that was bombed by Gen. Augusto Pinochet on September 11th, 1973. My wishes now come homeward, (I might add that those that shout God is on our side are often using God to justify their ungodly actions.). London Rain – Louis MacNeice October 16, 2014 October 17, 2014 richinaword Poetry analysis Tags: MacNeice , Poetry , Spirituality This year many of the the poets visited in our U3A (University of Third Age) sessions have had some connection with religious ministry.
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Or to muffle us in comfort This is not the first "Rain of Poems" to take place.

We need no metaphysics Life in the life we make. And the park becomes a jungle When the rain abates For God will give me bliss When the sun abates. (The rhyming scheme is a b c b d b – with a repeat end word in lines four and six of each stanza). 'Rain’ is currently available as a BBC Radio 3 sound file, in which Oswald reads her own poem. ( Log Out /  The stallions of the soul– ( Log Out /  Expounding his thoughts from the previous stanza … bad behaviour will not matter … no accountability… and under God we will be absolved of all our missdemeanours. He recorded a set inspired by Blake's verse, which appropriately featured an adaptation of the poem London from Songs of Experience. The argument was wilful, Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved. Tonight London will be hit by a poetry storm -- that’s right, it will be raining poetry. Tonight London will be hit by a poetry storm -- that’s right, it will be raining poetry. His mind is now back on where he is … in his room looking out on the falling rain … the logic/lust distraction of thought in vain … and the wild horses that took his thoughts away at the beginning of the poem bring him home again … he notices it has started to rain again … falling rain and enough thinking for one night falls asleep… let’s hope he has pleasant dreams! Most recently, Casagrande dropped poems over Berlin, Germany, in 2010 and over Warsaw, Poland, in 2009. It is your right and your responsibility.

The following citations are my transcriptions of this audio. All rights reserved. But if we are under No-God Sometimes circumstances make it hard or impossible for you to vote on Election Day. London night-time rain … I love that word pimples and the catch of light in the pimple from the street lamps … ebony = rich dark black wood … giving a little gloss to the dark … and there is a whole new mapping of the streets … as in a chemical reaction …the light staining, leaving it’s mark. Stain the canals of night Come dimly tumbling down, For me this is the key stanza … it is up to us to make what we will of the world, of this gift … and we can only discover how we should live in living life. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. That fence about my soul.

He wrestles with thoughts on God as he looks out late at night on the rain. Casagrande’s slogan reads, “no se vende ni se compra,” translated to “can’t be sold, can’t be bought,” meaning every project, every performative act, and each poetic utterance is completely free and for the collective imagination or re-imagining. Each state has its own rules for mail-in absentee voting. And we only can discover Under God we can reckon The world is what we make. Logic and lust are quiet, Their gallopings in vain, His poem ‘London Rain’, written against the backdrop of impending war (shortly before the outbreak of WWII in 1939), might be considered that conflict’s response to Edward Thomas’s ‘Rain’, written during the First World War. And the neon lamps of London Nothing will matter at all, ( Log Out /  Bog and lake are references to his Irish / English heritage. Of beauty as I choose. Visit your state election office website to find out if you can vote by mail. Its dance upon the town, The world is what was given, This looks like dissatisfaction on where he is in life … in terms of violent horses … he wants to break free … and this may be a spiritual unrest when we look at later stanzas. So reinforced by logic But now the rain gives over The country to the channel Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. The ebony street with white Sign up for membership to become a founding member and help shape HuffPost's next chapter. Across the countless chimneys The argument was very wilful = headstrong … and indeed ‘we need no metaphysics = abstract thinking’ … and in his case no ‘God/No-God’ thoughts to work out what we should be doing or to justify our actions. Chilean arts collective Casagrande will drop 100,000 poems from a helicopter over the south bank of the Thames river at twilight. ( Log Out /  To the falling London rain. And I need not suffer conscience Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. Through this symbolic "bombing of words," Casagrande hopes to “open up questions that help us to understand cultural works as pacifist practices and also to discuss what the place of poetry could be in the history of war.”. Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. The alternatives untrue, We made it easy for you to exercise your right to vote! Is either up or down. And rain returning duly
Sharing my comments which are shown in italics after each stanza. Where warning beacons toss, Ministers are thought-full people – don’t you think! And neither God nor No-God Focus on the gift of the present, the here and now…don’t worry about what is happening overseas! My lust goes riding horseback To burgle all the turrets

Eager to take the fences Check with your local county elections office for exact times and ID requirements. If there is a God – everything will be OK and if No-God then it doesn’t matter about all the conscience problems … these are his on-going thoughts as he watches the rain … his logic…dare I say late-night logic!
Louis MacNeice was no exception. From all I do amiss Horses black as coal– Polling hours on Election Day vary by state/locality. London Rain by Louis MacNeice. Falling asleep I listen In the alchemy of night. Whichever wins I am happy All five cities that have been hit with poems (Berlin, Warsaw, Gernika, Dubrovnik, Santiago, and London), are cities that have been bombed during military strifes in the past. Logic and lust together To ravish where I choose, Take a look at the slideshow below to see footage from some of the past "Rain of Poems": Your vote is your voice! Today is National Voter Registration Day! Edward Thomas was a poet, critic, and biographer who is best known for his careful depictions of rural England and his prescient understanding of modernity’s … Has not dissolved except the love of death, If love it be towards what is perfect and. Upon the gleaming slates, To a place where God and No-God The rain of London pimples The ebony street with white And the neon lamps of London Stain the canals of night And the park becomes a jungle In the alchemy of night.

Adultery and murder This year many of the the poets visited in our U3A (University of Third Age) sessions have had some connection with religious ministry. This masterly MacNeice poem, written against the backdrop of impending war, might be considered WWII’s response to Edward Thomas’s ‘Rain’, written during the First World War. Visit your state election office website to find out whether they offer early voting. When you come to think about it it is not surprising. The horses ride and across Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. Her poem 'rain’ dramatizes events on one June day, when 40 mm of rain fell on Romford, London. In a sense it is up to us – our responsibility to create our own God (and if we do happen to believe in an external God then perhaps our understanding of God may come clearer). As having nothing to lose

The rain of London pimples Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain, And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks. And again it starts to rain; Falling asleep I listen. Their first "poetry bombing," as it's sometimes referred to, was in 2001 and took place in Chile over "La Moneda", the government palace that was bombed by Gen. Augusto Pinochet on September 11th, 1973. My wishes now come homeward, (I might add that those that shout God is on our side are often using God to justify their ungodly actions.). London Rain – Louis MacNeice October 16, 2014 October 17, 2014 richinaword Poetry analysis Tags: MacNeice , Poetry , Spirituality This year many of the the poets visited in our U3A (University of Third Age) sessions have had some connection with religious ministry.

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