tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.comments2009-04-27T23:40:00.048+03:00Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04284462129833493301followmywaytonight@yahoo.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-55830408767990791172009-03-23T21:03:00.000+02:002009-03-23T21:03:00.000+02:00Hi Lady J!!<BR/><BR/>Great turn around in the fortunes in both our clubs recently, a bit too late for mine I think however :(.<BR/><BR/>Hope you are enjoying your week away!!<BR/><BR/>Take care,<BR/><BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-74519554940545052282009-03-06T13:11:00.000+02:002009-03-06T13:11:00.000+02:00Hi `Lady J,<BR/><BR/>You are busy ... no posts :)<BR/><BR/>Net working at the moment...yea!<BR/><BR/>Glad you liked the book!<BR/><BR/>Onwards and upwards,<BR/><BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-34615852590674880452009-02-05T21:19:00.000+02:002009-02-05T21:19:00.000+02:00Glad to say I have got internet back tonight...I hope it stays fixed.<BR/><BR/>Sounds like a good book you are reading...bout to start one on Stonehenge tonight!<BR/><BR/>Take care....Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-41352377132679479382009-01-24T22:16:00.000+02:002009-01-24T22:16:00.000+02:00Unfortunately Mr. Wilshere has just signed a long-term contract with Arsenal. Unfortunate for you and all the others, amazing for us :DLady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04284462129833493301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-6543347238743284102009-01-24T15:27:00.000+02:002009-01-24T15:27:00.000+02:00Hello Lady J,<BR/><BR/>How much you want for Mr Wilshare?<BR/><BR/>Have a good weekend!<BR/><BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-68602768152126648332009-01-20T22:13:00.000+02:002009-01-20T22:13:00.000+02:00Hello Lady J......nice new hair cut...looks good *wink*<BR/><BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-3632375355245278202009-01-11T16:00:00.000+02:002009-01-11T16:00:00.000+02:00Hi there Lady J,<BR/><BR/>Would have liked a late winner myself yesterday, just can't get away from those draws.<BR/><BR/>Tnks for sharing what you have seen! <BR/><BR/>Been raining here all weekend but temps up to +8c!<BR/><BR/>Bye<BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-955206206357590672009-01-08T21:46:00.000+02:002009-01-08T21:46:00.000+02:00Just dropped in for a minute to say hello!<BR/><BR/>Love the rings Lady J they suit you!<BR/><BR/>Talk soon<BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-17305680741072968662008-12-29T18:15:00.000+02:002008-12-29T18:15:00.000+02:00Picking up on the question in your last blog entry... <BR/><BR/>There are some comments by Lorca on that dialogue:<BR/>Lorca: “When I was eight years old and playing at my house in Fuente Vaqueros, a little boy peered in the window. He looked like a giant, adn he looked at me with scorn and hatred I will never forget. As he went away he spit at me, adn from far away I heard a voice calling him: “Amargo! Come!” After that the Amargo grew inside me until I could decipher why he looked at me that way, an angel of death and of the despair that keeps the doors of Andalusia. This figure is an obsession in my poetic work. By now I don’t know whether I really saw him or whether he was a napparition or whether I imagined him, or whether he’s been watchign me all these years to strangle me with his bare hands. The first time he appears is in Poem of the Deep Song.”<BR/><BR/>Not sure I can answer your question. <BR/><BR/> “Estarse en su sitio" implies to stay in one’s place, to stay put, to mind one’s own business. In "The House of Bernarda Alba" (read it?), for example, Poncia says of women “porque una mujer casada debe estarse en su sitio como Dios manda”. Married women should know their place, stay at home, the way they're supposed to" (literally, "the way God says they should”)<BR/><BR/>Not really sure what those lines mean. “Rider” (who is bringing death to Amargo) asks Amargo why go to Granada? why go anywhere? Why do anything? We all end up in the same place. A sort of existential, fatalistic moment, no?<BR/><BR/>Spanish says:<BR/>JINETE: Porque si llegas allí, ¿qué haces?<BR/>AMARGO: ¿Qué hago?<BR/>JINETE: Y si te estás en tu sitio, ¿para qué quieres estar?<BR/>AMARGO: ¿Para qué?<BR/>JINETE: Yo monto este caballo y vendo cuchillos, pero si no lo hiciera, ¿qué pasaría?<BR/>AMARGO: ¿Qué pasaría?<BR/><BR/>English:<BR/>RIDER: Because if you get there [to Granada], what are you doing?<BR/>AMARGO: What am I doing?<BR/>RIDER: And if you stay put and mind your own business (keep to your proper place), why do you want to be there?<BR/>AMARGO: Why?<BR/>RIDER: I ride this horse and sell knives, but if I didn’t do it, what would happen?<BR/>AMARGO: What would happen?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-70157757292866216972008-12-26T23:47:00.000+02:002008-12-26T23:47:00.000+02:00Federico García Lorca, from a lecture about The Gypsy Ballads (he was reading them in a theater in Barcelona)<BR/>“I’ve chosen to read and comment on the Gypsy Ballads not only because this is my most popular work but also because, until now, it is also my most unified one. It’s there that my poetic countenance appears for the first time with its own personality, well drawn and cleansed of contact with other poets. I won’t criticize the book or study what it means as a form of balladry or show the machinery of its images, or graph its rhythmic and phonetic development, but I will show you its sources, the first glimpses of its total conception. Though it’s called “Gypsy” (gitano), the book as a whole is the poem of Andalusia, and I called it “gitano” because the Gypsy is the loftiest, most profound and aristocratic element of my country, the most deeply representative of its mode, the very keeper of the glowing embers, blood, and alphabet of Andalusian and universal truth.<BR/>Thus the book is a sort of altar piece of Andalusia, with its gypsies, horses, archangels, planets, its Jewish and Roman breezes, rivers, crimes, the vulgar note of the contrabandistas and the celestial note of the naked children of Cordoba, who poke fun at St. Raphael. A book that hardly expresses visible Andalusia at all, but where hidden Andalusia is trembling. I’ll even say this—the book is anti-folklore, anti-local color, anti-flamenco; contains not one short jacket, suit of lights, wide brimmed hat or Andalusian tambourine; has figures of millennial depths and just one character, Pain, dark and big as the summer sky, who percolates through the bone marrow and the sap of trees and has nothing to do with melancholy, nostalgia, or any other affliction or disease of the soul, being an emotion more heavenly than earthly. Andalusian pain, which is the struggle of the loving intelligence with the mystery that surrounds it. [In the poem about Soledad Montoya, for example, “Ballad of Black Pain”], the Pain of Soledad Montoya is the root of the Andalusian people. It is not anguish, because in pain one can smile, nor does it blind, for it never produces tears. It is a longing without object, a keen love for nothing, with the certainty that death (the eternal care of Andalusia) is breathing behind the door.”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-21647704820328897032008-12-20T18:52:00.000+02:002008-12-20T18:52:00.000+02:00Your trade mark is the red shoes. :) <BR/><BR/>And by the way link to Lapkos website doesn't work. Always finding "the mistakes"... :)Marinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-45737200031731462272008-12-20T17:27:00.000+02:002008-12-20T17:27:00.000+02:00Liked it! I won't guess at the trademark, but I'll tell you that what I liked about it was the entirely VISUAL character of it-- as though it were a scenario. You could film it. And I like the brevity. As the Spanish say, "the good, if brief, twice good...the bad less bad."<BR/><BR/>Here's another Lorca poem for you.<BR/><BR/>On Sirius<BR/>there are children.<BR/><BR/>And here's another...<BR/><BR/>Someone brought me a shell.<BR/><BR/>Inside, a map of the sea is singing.<BR/>My heart fills up with water,<BR/>with shadow fish of silver.<BR/><BR/>Someone brought me a shell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-46450409041226706992008-12-19T21:57:00.000+02:002008-12-19T21:57:00.000+02:00I would swap Becks with Ronaldinho..............but hey thats me :)<BR/><BR/>Congrats on reaching 100 not out Lady J!<BR/><BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-212603775114036462008-12-19T21:55:00.000+02:002008-12-19T21:55:00.000+02:00Trade mark ~ not too sure ~ red shoes?<BR/><BR/>Writing very good, nice touch leaving picture behind to show past.jonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-47690952666041895922008-12-18T16:20:00.000+02:002008-12-18T16:20:00.000+02:00So here's my favorite Lorca poem. Enjoy. Quoting /translating from memory.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Rider's Song<BR/><BR/>Cordoba,<BR/>Distant and lonely.<BR/><BR/>Black pony, full moon,<BR/>olives in my saddlebags,<BR/>even though I know the roads<BR/>I'll never get to Cordoba.<BR/><BR/>Over the plain, through the wind,<BR/>black pony, red moon,<BR/>death is watching me,<BR/>from the towers of Cordoba.<BR/><BR/>Ah, how long the road is!<BR/>and how brave my pony.<BR/>Ah, but death is waiting for me,<BR/>in the towers of Cordoba.<BR/><BR/>Cordoba,<BR/>distant and lonely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-67970680490829341762008-12-15T21:49:00.000+02:002008-12-15T21:49:00.000+02:00Good evening Lady J,<BR/><BR/>Sgree with comment about simpsons film, it was a bit yawnny at the cinema.<BR/><BR/>Sleep well :)<BR/><BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-72203080236538184222008-12-14T21:41:00.000+02:002008-12-14T21:41:00.000+02:00Fáilte (Hello) as gaeilge (in Irish) Lady J,<BR/><BR/>A weekend of draws after two leads thrown away..... still am :) with FCB last nite, <BR/><BR/>like your pics...remind me of ice storms scenes I saw on TV tonight from the NE of US,<BR/><BR/>Enjoy :)jonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-54520173019249076192008-12-11T14:06:00.000+02:002008-12-11T14:06:00.000+02:00Like your blog, great music taste and good footballing opinion. Agree with your thoughts on Clichy, he will be an Arsenal legend before long.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06618564821730378699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-31998205399797916932008-12-11T00:19:00.000+02:002008-12-11T00:19:00.000+02:00The Championship players aren´t on the team because UEFA doesn´t think they deserve to be nominated. It´s their bad.Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04284462129833493301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-11309526073632523092008-12-10T20:42:00.000+02:002008-12-10T20:42:00.000+02:00You write very well, from the heart, for me its wonderful you can say what you feel....everyone complains...it's a lot more difficult to do as you have done on your previous posting.....well done Lady J :)<BR/><BR/>Now for this posting; where are the championship players in your team?<BR/><BR/>Talk later after some work!<BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-81483121211490653562008-12-02T20:40:00.000+02:002008-12-02T20:40:00.000+02:00Hi Lady J,<BR/><BR/>Great blog entry, well fu***ng written :)<BR/><BR/>Sorry to read you Grandad passed away earlier this year.<BR/><BR/>Take care,<BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-87352135517212924962008-11-29T17:26:00.000+02:002008-11-29T17:26:00.000+02:00Hope this comment goes in..!<BR/><BR/>Hope our matches go well this weekend!<BR/><BR/>Talk soon Lady J,<BR/><BR/>Jjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-9887762136471944992008-11-16T21:32:00.000+02:002008-11-16T21:32:00.000+02:00Might need the happy pills after the poor weekend results :(<BR/><BR/>Actually jyst finished some peppermint tea myself.jonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-79761392993709114122008-11-09T13:47:00.000+02:002008-11-09T13:47:00.000+02:00Great Win!! <BR/><BR/>What do you mean..."when I have something to write about" ... this was a very busy entry, f'ball, shopping, studying and mysterious obsessions!!?<BR/><BR/>Enjoy your dayjonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455723016077791496.post-88409477845046879612008-11-06T20:59:00.000+02:002008-11-06T20:59:00.000+02:00Enjoy the book!!<BR/><BR/>I won't mention f******l!<BR/><BR/>Oh, the memories of sleeping on the front room floor when visitors were staying over...wow that mattress of yours...what comfort.<BR/><BR/>Enjoy this weekends game..jonphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04726298783208811573noreply@blogger.com