{"id":1913,"date":"2008-11-14T14:42:35","date_gmt":"2008-11-14T18:42:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=1913"},"modified":"2022-11-15T14:35:12","modified_gmt":"2022-11-15T19:35:12","slug":"on-the-inside-looking-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2008\/11\/on-the-inside-looking-out\/","title":{"rendered":"On the Inside, Looking Out"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" style=\"width: 100%;\" title=\"Raven's Paradox, by Drew Keilback\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/ravensparadox_drewkeilback_sm.jpg?ssl=1\" alt=\"Raven's Paradox, by Drew Keilback\" \/><\/p>\n<p>From <a title=\"whiskey river: 'Stone,' by Charles Simic\" href=\"http:\/\/whiskeyriver.blogspot.com\/2008\/11\/stone-go-inside-stone-that-would-be-my.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">whiskey river<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Stone<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Go inside a stone<br \/>\nThat would be my way.<br \/>\nLet somebody else become a dove<br \/>\nOr gnash his teeth inside a tiger.<br \/>\nI am happy with a stone.<\/p>\n<p>From the outside the stone is a riddle;<br \/>\nNo one knows how to answer it.<br \/>\nYet within, it must be cool and quiet<br \/>\nEven though a cow steps on it full weight,<br \/>\nEven though a child throws it in a river;<br \/>\nThe stone sinks, slow, unperturbed<br \/>\nTo the river-bottom<br \/>\nWhere the fishes come to knock on it<br \/>\nAnd listen with eyes of dead roosters.<\/p>\n<p>I have seen sparks fly out<br \/>\nWhen two stones are rubbed.<br \/>\nSo perhaps, it is not dark inside after all.<br \/>\nPerhaps, there is a moon shining<br \/>\nFrom somewhere, as behind a hill;<br \/>\nJust enough light to make out<br \/>\nThe strange writings, the star-charts<br \/>\nOn the inner walls.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(by Charles Simic)<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Poetry for Kids: 'I Often Contradict Myself'\" href=\"http:\/\/www.poetry4kids.com\/poem-359.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Not<\/a> from whiskey river:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>I Often Contradict Myself<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I often contradict myself.<br \/>\nOh no, I never do.<br \/>\nI argue with me day and night.<br \/>\nThat simply isnt true.<\/p>\n<p>Oh yes it is. Oh no it&#8217;s not.<br \/>\nI do this all day long.<br \/>\nOh no I don&#8217;t. Oh yes I do.<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s right. No way! It&#8217;s wrong.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m really quite agreeable.<br \/>\nI argue night and day.<br \/>\nI love to be around myself.<br \/>\nI wish I&#8217;d go away.<\/p>\n<p>So if you see me arguing,<br \/>\nit&#8217;s certain that you won&#8217;t.<br \/>\nI like to contradict myself.<br \/>\nI promise you I don&#8217;t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(by children&#8217;s poet <a title=\"Wikipedia, on Kenn Nesbitt\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Kenn_Nesbitt\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Kenn Nesbitt<\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"dropcap\">F<\/span>inally: The Missus and I saw the group <a title=\"Wikipedia, on Celtic Woman\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Celtic_Woman\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Celtic Woman<\/a> on tour a couple-three years ago. Although their voices are almost unbearably sweet, one of my favorite numbers &#8212; actually a back-to-back <em>pair<\/em> of numbers &#8212; was instrumental: &#8220;Ashoken Farewell&#8221; and &#8220;Contradiction.&#8221; Of those two, the first really sang to me; if you remember the PBS\/Ken Burns <a title=\"PBS: The Civil War\" href=\"http:\/\/www.pbs.org\/civilwar\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Civil War<\/em><\/a> series, you&#8217;ll probably recognize the tune.<\/p>\n<p>Again, this is an instrumental performance. (It&#8217;s by fiddler M\u00e1ir\u00e9ad Nesbitt of Celtic Woman &#8212; through most of the show, a manic dancing dervish of a leprechaun-like presence, but not here&#8230; not <em>at all<\/em>.) Nonetheless, the piece does have lyrics (added some time after the tune itself was composed), and these appear below the video.<\/p>\n<div class=\"intrinsic-container intrinsic-container-16x9\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/w6p8WE6ZemY\" width=\"601\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/div>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Ashokan (or Ashoken) Farewell<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>(music by Jay Ungar, lyrics by Grian McGregor)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan,<br \/>\nThe pines and the willows know soon we will part.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken,<br \/>\nAnd a love that will always remain in my heart.<\/p>\n<p>My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter,<br \/>\nThe magic of moving as one.<br \/>\nAnd a time we&#8217;ll remember long ever after<br \/>\nThe moonlight and music and dancing are done.<\/p>\n<p>Will we climb the hills once more?<br \/>\nWill we walk the woods together?<br \/>\nWill I feel you holding me close once again?<br \/>\nWill every song we&#8217;ve sung stay with us forever?<br \/>\nWill you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?<\/p>\n<p>Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping,<br \/>\nOver the lake the stars shine.<br \/>\nThey wonder if you and I will be keeping,<br \/>\nThe magic and music, or leave them behind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>From an interview (at the PBS site linked above) with Jay Ungar, who wrote the music:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;Ashokan Farewell&#8221; is a tune that I wrote unintentionally, really. It was a moment of deep emotion after the summer camps at Ashokan had ended. It was the third summer, and it was an experiment every summer, you know, pulling this together. And it had been such a deeply moving experience and the community of people and the feeling of unity that we had had through music, and being away from the regular world was so important to me that when I&#8217;d gotten home, I had a sense of loss and longing; and I was looking for a Scottish lament, you know, that would express how I felt. And I couldn&#8217;t think of one, so I just started playing, and this tune came out. And it brought me to tears. And every time I played the beginning of it, for months afterward, I was brought to tears.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From whiskey river: Stone Go inside a stone That would be my way. Let somebody else become a dove Or gnash his teeth inside a tiger. I am happy with a stone. From the outside the stone is a riddle; No one knows how to answer it. Yet within, it must be cool and quiet [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":25907,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","h5ap_radio_sources":[],"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"activitypub_content_warning":"","activitypub_content_visibility":"","activitypub_max_image_attachments":3,"activitypub_interaction_policy_quote":"anyone","activitypub_status":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[247,74,251],"tags":[717,718,719,720,721,722,723],"class_list":{"0":"post-1913","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-ruminations","8":"category-music","9":"category-poetry-writing_cat","10":"tag-contradiction","11":"tag-introspection","12":"tag-stone","13":"tag-raven","14":"tag-ashoken-farewell","15":"tag-celtic-woman","16":"tag-mairead-nesbitt","17":"entry"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/ravensparadox_drewkeilback_sm.jpg?fit=500%2C321&ssl=1","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6kZSG-uR","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1913","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1913"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25905,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1913\/revisions\/25905"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/25907"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}