Weekend 569.0

(1) Do you remember when GE (General Electric) built things?

(2) A poem¹ by Tom Moore:

Have you not oft, in nightly vision, stray’d
To the pure isles of ever-blooming shade,
Which bards of old, with kindly magic, plac’d
For happy spirits in th’ Atlantic waste?
There as eternal gales, with fragrance warm,
Breath’d from elysium through each shadowy form,
In eloquence of eye, and dreams of song,
They charm’d their lapse of nightless hours along!
Nor yet in song, that mortal ear may suit,
For every spirit was itself a lute,
Where virtue waken’d, with elysian breeze,
Pure tones of thought and mental harmonies!
Believe me, Lady, when the zephyrs bland
Floated our bark to this enchanted land,
These leafy isles upon the ocean thrown,
Like studs of emerald o’er a silver zone;
Not all the charm, that ethnic fancy gave
To blessed arbours o’er the western wave,
Could wake a dream, more soothing or sublime,
Of bowers ethereal and the spirit’s clime!


(3) The Jubilee Line Extension: One Of The London Underground’s Finest Moments (The Londonist)

(3a) Limestone Archives: Weekend 273.1

Weekend 568.0 (Sparsa Collegit)

There’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost…but you’ll never see the end of the road…while you’re traveling with me.

(1) Impressions of a Soulless New Airport (The Imaginative Conservative)

“There is little architectural daring or upward movement. It is a place without a sense of place—it could be anywhere or nowhere.”

(2) Folding bike-maker Brompton rides towards £20m stake sale (Sky News)

(3) Scan from Helvetica and the New York City Subway System by Paul Shaw

Architectural Drawing. 86th St-Lexington Av Station Modernization of Control Areas

(4) A Quick & Dirty Guide to the Middle Ages (The Imaginative Conservative)

It was the Christiana Res Publica. “I saw monarchy without tyranny, aristocracy without factions, democracy without tumult, wealth without luxury,” Erasmus later wrote, idealizing the past. “Would that it had been your lot, divine Plato, to come upon such a republic.” Perhaps most important, medieval man believed that he knew his place in the Economy of Grace, in God’s universe.

(4a) Women’s rights…medieval style… (The History Jar)

The Brothers York by Thomas Penn (Pages 491-92)

Weekend 567.1

For you have given your children a sacred time for the renewing and purifying of their hearts, that, freed from disordered affections, they may so deal with the things of this passing world as to hold rather to the things that eternally endure.

(1) This Week at Westminster Cathedral: From the Chaplains

As depicted in our English Saints Chapel, England’s original patrons were Pope St Gregory the Great, who sent St Augustine of Canterbury to convert the Angles and Saxons (see the Latin as you enter), St. Edmund Martyr, a king of East Anglia who was cruelly put to death by invading Vikings when he refused to renounce Christ, and St Edward the Confessor, who was king of England shortly before the Norman conquest.

(2) The Eternal Shakespeare (The Imaginative Conservative)

Insofar as Shakespeare’s works are good, true and beautiful, which of course they are, and in so far as they are the fruits of God’s presence in the creative process, which is indubitable, those works will be enshrined with Shakespeare in eternity.

(3) Colour Study¹:

¹Scan is from Walt Disney’s Mickey Mouse: The Ultimate History.

(4) Quotes from Bermuda’s Story by Terry Tucker:

But before we hear of the adventures of Governor Richard Moore and the sixty Bermuda settlers, I must tell you something about the second, very different kind of people, who had at once believed in all the magical stories of this far-away shores—the writers and poets. When you are older, you will read the works of poets, most of whom never came here, whose imaginations were greatly stirred by the beauty and the strangeness of all that they heard. Most notably, William Shakespeare was inspired to write The Tempest, his last and most magical play. Although his plot is not laid in Bermuda, not only are these islands mentioned, but the descriptions of the dreadful storm and of the wreck are very much the same as the story told by Strachey in his letter which was almost certainly written to the Countess of Bedford. Even the very wording is similar. Shakespeare surely must have read the letter. Like Somers, he had been born in Elizabeth’s reign, and was forty-five years old at the time the Sea Venture was wrecked. He was to live until 1616 and hear much about these islands.

Each tribe was named after a big shareholder in England and contained fifty parts or subdivisions: altogether that made 400 shares of twenty-five acres each. These eight tribes, together with St George’s, now correspond to our nine parishes.

Let us begin with the west end of the islands:

SOUTHAMPTON after Henry Wriothesley (pronounced Rocksley), THIRD EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON

Faith of Our Fathers: A History of True England by Joseph Pearce (Pg. 184)
Will in the World: How Shakespeare Became Shakespeare by Stephen Greenblatt

Weekend 566.0 (Black Umbrella)

(1) Kingdom Hearts 20th Anniversary Vinyl LP Box — Translated Yoko Shimomura Interview (KH13 · for Kingdom Hearts)

(2) Why Did It Take 13 Years To Build The Elizabeth Line? | The Trouble With Crossrail | Spark (YouTube)

(2a) London’s railway of the future is finally here (Engadget)

(2b) Elizabeth line: London’s brand new railway has finally arrived (YouTube)

(3) Notre-Dame Cathedral Will Reopen by 2024 (Smithsonian Magazine)

(4) Bermuda “Hogge Money” Coin Sold For $96,000 (Bernews)

(4a) A quote from Bermuda’s Story by Terry Tucker:

“It was at that stage, millions of years ago, when the great winds blew our little limestone hills into the shapes they are to-day: the highest is only about 260 feet above the present sea-level. The so-called coral of which the islands are formed is in reality a true aeolian (windblown) limestone, formed of wind-driven shells and sand, with a small admixture of coral materials.”

(4b) The Earl of Southampton – Shakespeare’s Patron (No Sweat Shakespeare)

(4c) A poem by Nathaniel Tucker

Beneath my bending eye, serenely neat,
Appears my ever-blest paternal seat.
Far in the front the level lawn extends,
The zephyrs play, the nodding cypress bends;
A little hillock stands on either side,
O’er spread with evergreens, the garden’s pride.
Promiscuous here appears the blushing rose,
The guava flourishes, the myrtle grows.
Upon the surface earth-born woodbines creep,
O’er the green beds the painted ‘sturtians peep.
Their arms aloft triumphant lilacs bear,
The jessamines perfume the ambient air.
The whole is from an eminence display’d
Where the brown olive lends his pensive shade.

Weekend 565.0

In all our photography, working in a two-dimensional medium, we try as much as we possibly can to light for a third dimensional result having roundness or stereoscopic effect.
— Karl Struss

(1) April 2023: The Boulevard Montmartre at Night (The National Gallery)

(2) Benedict XVI and the History of Art (The Imaginative Conservative)

“…no art of any real value, either sacred or profane, can come from such isolated and alienated subjectivity. Ultimately the beautiful is inseparable from the good and the true. If we will not have virtue and verity, caritas and claritas, we will not have beauty either. The truth does not only set us free, it also enables us to see; without it, we will not behold the beauty of the cosmos as made manifest in the music of the spheres; we will see nothing but mere matter.”

(3) The amazing life of Karl Struss. How have you spent yours?

(3a) Scan from Karl Struss’ Bermudian Journey