Casaubon's Book

I Got Nothin’

It was a lovely weekend with lots of friends, Eli’s belated birthday party, spring, peace, quiet, music, good stuff. My house is even clean. I mean, well, for me. I’m too happy to worry about anything.

So I got nothing today. I do, however, have a contract with science blogs that requires three posts a week.

Well nothing but a contract and a mind on summer, which is, I’m told, icumen in…

And one of the top songs of the last 1000 years! What have you got?

Comments

  1. #1 Isis the Scientist
    April 12, 2010

    HA HA HA! Oh noes! Not another blog that just posts YouTubes!!!

  2. #2 Nicole in NJ
    April 12, 2010

    Thanks Sharon! I haven’t heard this round in years. A wonderful soundtrack for an afternoon spent in the garden on this splendid day.

  3. #3 Crumpet
    April 12, 2010

    Nothin’? From here it almost looks like the brilliance of…afterglow!! ;)

  4. #4 Kelly R
    April 12, 2010

    I love the parody on wikipedia:

    Winter is icumen in,
    Lhude sing Goddamm,
    Raineth drop and staineth slop,
    And how the wind doth ramm!
    Sing: Goddamm.
    Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
    An ague hath my ham.
    Freezeth river, turneth liver,
    Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
    Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
    So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
    Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
    Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

    Bach apparently did a parody as well. I guess you can’t have a song around for 1000 years without somebody messin’ with it..copyright laws last how long?????

  5. #5 carolynagain
    April 12, 2010

    Not that Ezra Pound’s poem needs any defense (gah, what? No attribution on Wikipedia?), but I’m going to say that this sure looks like fair use to me.

    I certainly wouldn’t call this nothin’. Made my evening!

  6. #6 Southernrata
    April 13, 2010

    Here’s my favourite rustic song, only slightly more modern. I heard it sung late one night on the radio by an unknown female vocalist nearly forty years ago, and it’s haunted me ever since.

    UNDER the greenwood tree,
    Who loves to lie with me,
    And turn his merry note
    Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.

    Who doth ambition shun,
    And loves to live i’ the sun,
    Seeking the food he eats,
    And pleased with what he gets,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.

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    April 13, 2010

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  8. #8 Sarah
    April 13, 2010

    In similar vein:

    Hebban olla vogala nestas hagunnan hinase hic
    enda thu uuat unbidan uue nu.

    Which is Old Dutch for ‘All the birds are building their nests, except for me and you – what are we waiting for?’, written by a Flemish monk in the English town of Rochester around 1100. It seems that springtime has always had an effect on the spirit.

  9. #9 partner
    May 19, 2010

    I was in the military for four years and I still have a hard time getting up early. But now I don’t have a drill sergeant turning the lights on and yelling at me either.

  10. #10 film izle
    December 19, 2010

    Here’s my favourite rustic song, only slightly more modern. I heard it sung late one night on the radio by an unknown female vocalist nearly forty years ago, and it’s haunted me ever since.

    UNDER the greenwood tree,
    Who loves to lie with me,
    And turn his merry note
    Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.

    Who doth ambition shun,
    And loves to live i’ the sun,
    Seeking the food he eats,
    And pleased with what he gets,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.

  11. #11 dizi izle
    December 23, 2010

    UNDER the greenwood tree,
    Who loves to lie with me,
    And turn his merry note
    Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.

  12. #12 liseli izle
    January 21, 2011

    Hmm, what to do about Bunning. It has to be significant. And here’s a hint–don’t go on and on about how there are wonderful Republican Senators out there. It’s a waste of your time at this point. If you want to say something nice, say how different that Republican is from his friends–today.

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