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Plagiarism, apologies and not a little irony

A few days ago I received an email telling me that I was showing the posts of another blog and not crediting them back to the author. Now, though I can find my way around and know a little bit about some of the intricacies of web pages I am certainly no wizard when it comes to the finer technical points of the Internet and how things work.  When setting up the other site, and after asking around for some advice a friend set up a few feeds from sources I enjoyed. All seemed fine to me, but it now seems that this little gadget was actually adding the feed as posts to my blog and showing me as the author. There was a link back to the original post, but with my authorship being credited to the actual posting itself. All very confusing, and something that I really should have spotted. 

Once I was aware of the issue I took the site down in its entirely, mainly because I couldn’t find a way of altering how these feeds were being posted and couldn’t stop it working! The absence of the person who had helped set it up left me with little room for manoeuvre, and I certainly didn’t want to upset the individual concerned any more than I already had.  So the other site has now gone. What I find sad is that this whole incident, accidental though it was, has been played out on a public forum when the issue could have been dealt with quietly and privately – just as it was when someone was found (by someone else) to be taking some articles and photographs of mine from a site where they were being used with permission and were re-posting them to their own site – this time, not using some clever little widget gadget but personally and deliberately.  It does seem sad when folk jump to sinister conclusions, especially when a quiet word would have had the same effect, but such modern is life I suppose.

I am embarrassed by the whole thing, utterly apologetic, with my reputation in tatters and sitting here now feeling very guilty about the whole sorry episode.

Midwinter Greetings /|\

Blessings of Alban Arthan, the deepest darkness, and the returning of the sun

Jill Bolte Taylor: My stroke of insight

This video was sent to me by a friend. It is a wonderful and inspirational talk, one that as a Druid seeking the ecstasy of Awen and as one who has occasionally experienced some of the insights she speaks of, offers some fascinating glimpses of how our brains work.

You may have to get through some online advertising to reach the talk, and the video runs for some 18 minutes, but it is worth it.

Cor Gawr – Midsummer 2008 review

011-thumb.jpgPhoto: Rainbow

Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his Beltaine cloak hanging down.
He sits quietly under every tree —
in the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his staff upon the ground —
signals the snowdrops it’s time to grow.

Must be fun being Jack-In-The-Green —
So much time to dance, and for song.
He wears the colours of shimmering summer —
And carries the green flag all the winter long.
Jack, do you never sleep —
does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times,
motorways, powerlines,
now and always keep us apart?

The rowan, the oak and the holly tree
are the charges left for you.
And we gaze, entranced, at your green canopy
In awe at such wondrous views.
Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green.
As we stand in bright summer’s light.
And we are the berries on that rowan and holly,
The acorn on the Oak.
We are the song of the harvest thrush.
Oh, and Jack? How long to winter’s night?

Jack In The Green

Photo: Trish Jackdaw

When I walked into the Stones I felt the crackling energy of the past few days of madness which had been there and I knew as I stepped in Peace that they accepted in peace
As we watched the sunrise I felt the Stones settle and us become part of the land, melting into and accepted by the land, the birds returning cautiously to the centre.
When Jack entered the circle I felt the ecstasy of him and as I danced up to him, and stared into his eyes, I felt connection with deep dark past time, the dance being an echo of the past time, I saw that dance before, long ago many times, sacred… danced with him before, ancient ancestor, dancing the sacred dance for the fertility, health of the tribe, eternal dance. It felt so right and centred and right. The echo of our ancestors.

Rainbow

Bardic Initiation

Photo: Trish Jackdaw

And it rises yes it rises and we knew it would

Apocalyptic in it’s brightness in its whiteness and Tryw’s robe it glowed in likeness.

And the mist it did surround us and the Stones leaned in and the skylark larked above us and the ancients stirred beneath and groaned as the sacred lorries droned.

The priest she is behind us and smiles a truth toward the Eastish place and keeps her frown beneath a natty red bandana and her hands in folds of green flowing cloak and whispers to her mates..
Who’s that all green of face?!

An antlered lad come leapeth forward all secrets in his purse
He weaves amongst the women
And waves his erect and mighty Stick.

There’s a girl with yellow hair where rainbows play within
Her voice is smooth and honey sweet whilst she seduces us with sticky bread and mead and meanwhile the green lad keels over dead and dies.

And Lisa! Lisa! smiles for miles across the misty plains she is delighted is delightful and the drumming it gets out of hand.
A changeling she can do the splits and loves her friends to bits and sighs at shiny things and bunnies fluffy nibble grass quite used to all the din.

© Trish Fraser 27.06.2008

Tindersticks at the Royal Festival Hall 3rd May

stuart staplesHaving spent the last year or so criss-crossing the south of England moving house before finally settling down again, it was a rare treat to be able to look forward to a trip to London, and especially the prospect of seeing the first gig from Tindersticks in this country since they performed at the Barbican in 2006.

This was to be their only performance on UK soil promoting their new album, The Hungry Saw and it didn’t disappoint in any way!

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