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Here's a virtual movie of the great William Shakespeare reading in the modern actors mumbled way "To be, or not to be".How appropriate on the occasion of his 450th Birthday today 23 April 2014.
"To be or not to be..." is the opening phrase of a soliloquy in the "Nunnery Scene"[1] of William Shakespeare's play Hamlet.
It made me laugh out loud when I heard this on BBC Radio 4's IPM programme today and they got Nigel Havers do this mumbled recital to demonstrate the problem.
The BBC have received complaints about actors mumbling their lines in their "Jamaica Inn" drama series here's an article from the Telegraph Newspaper about the issue.
The number of viewer complaints over the audibility of BBC One television drama series Jamaica Inn has escalated, with the second episode seeing a decline in ratings.
A total of 252 people complained after the second episode on Tuesday, following the 546 who complained after Monday night's opening episode.
Episode two drew an average audience of 4.5 million, down on the 6.1 million who tuned in for the first instalment.
The three-part adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's novel concludes later.
The BBC apologised on Tuesday, attributing problems viewers had understanding the dialogue to "issues with the sound levels".
Some viewers said they had to use subtitles to understand the actors' apparent "mumbling", which one complainant said "was the worst [ever] heard in a TV drama".
Comedian Al Murray and Only Fools and Horses actor John Challis were among those to voice their displeasure on Twitter.
In a statement, the BBC apologised to viewers and said it would be "adjusting the dialogue levels in episode two and three to address audience concerns".
Speaking to BBC Radio 5 live on Tuesday, director Philippa Lowthorpe said she was more "sad" than angry that the sound issues "may have disturbed a few people's enjoyment".
Set in 1821, Jamaica Inn tells of a young woman, played by former Downton Abbey actress Jessica Brown Findlay, who gets mixed up with smugglers in Cornwall.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
Here's a virtual movie of the great William Shakespeare reading in the modern actors mumbled way "To be, or not to be".How appropriate on the occasion of his 450th Birthday today 23 April 2014.
"To be or not to be..." is the opening phrase of a soliloquy in the "Nunnery Scene"[1] of William Shakespeare's play Hamlet.
It made me laugh out loud when I heard this on BBC Radio 4's IPM programme today and they got Nigel Havers do this mumbled recital to demonstrate the problem.
The BBC have received complaints about actors mumbling their lines in their "Jamaica Inn" drama series here's an article from the Telegraph Newspaper about the issue.
The number of viewer complaints over the audibility of BBC One television drama series Jamaica Inn has escalated, with the second episode seeing a decline in ratings.
A total of 252 people complained after the second episode on Tuesday, following the 546 who complained after Monday night's opening episode.
Episode two drew an average audience of 4.5 million, down on the 6.1 million who tuned in for the first instalment.
The three-part adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's novel concludes later.
The BBC apologised on Tuesday, attributing problems viewers had understanding the dialogue to "issues with the sound levels".
Some viewers said they had to use subtitles to understand the actors' apparent "mumbling", which one complainant said "was the worst [ever] heard in a TV drama".
Comedian Al Murray and Only Fools and Horses actor John Challis were among those to voice their displeasure on Twitter.
In a statement, the BBC apologised to viewers and said it would be "adjusting the dialogue levels in episode two and three to address audience concerns".
Speaking to BBC Radio 5 live on Tuesday, director Philippa Lowthorpe said she was more "sad" than angry that the sound issues "may have disturbed a few people's enjoyment".
Set in 1821, Jamaica Inn tells of a young woman, played by former Downton Abbey actress Jessica Brown Findlay, who gets mixed up with smugglers in Cornwall.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2013
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

![Badly Chosen Lover - Rosemary Tonks - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the recluse and English poet Rosemary Tonks reading her bitter sweet love poem Badly Chosen Lover Most of us probably had the misfortune of being left used and let down by somebody else we foolishly thought loved us who we could trust,alas the moral is if you go looking for love you are very likely to be disappointed,but my suggestion is not be bitter about it you was probably looking for something that is rarely found,and may not even exist as you hope it does outside the sphere of maternal/parental kindred ship. As somebody long married myself I can testify that in my opinion a good marriage is not founded on infatuation or intense love, A good marriage is built on a mix of tolerance,patience and unselfishness,and forgiveness the true elements of friendship and like a flower if nurtured/watered by these things if you are lucky in the course of time the true love of unselfish devotion will come. This is not something than can be rushed and it doesnt just suddenly happen at the Altar and may not take root for many years to develop if luck is on our side this will be a protracted indefinable process. Marriage is in its pure state a bit like the so called nuclear deterrent both sides should live knowing that a breakdown of the peace may lead to mutual destruction.
Rosemary Tonks (17 October 1928 – 15 April 2014) was an English poet and author. After publishing two poetry collections, six novels,[1] and pieces in numerous media outlets, she disappeared from the public eye after her conversion to Fundamentalist Christianity in the 1970s; little was known about her life past that point, until her death.
Rosemary Desmond Boswell Tonks was born 17 October 1928 in Gillingham, Kent, the only child of Gwendoline (née Verdi) and Desmond Tonks, a mechanical engineer. Desmond, who died of blackwater fever in Africa before Rosemarys birth, was the nephew of the surgeon and painter Henry Tonks, an official war artist on the Western Front during World War I and then professor of fine art at the Slade during the 1920s. Desmonds brother Myles was married to Gwendolines sister Dorothy (the aunt who was later to provide Rosemary with refuge in Bournemouth, when Rosemarys life crisis had become unbearable alone). Tonks attended boarding school at Wentworth college in Bournemouth.[1]
Rosemary published childrens stories while a teenager. In 1949, she married Michael Lightband (a mechanical engineer, and later a financier), and the couple moved to Karachi, where she began to write poetry. Attacks of paratyphoid, contracted in Calcutta, and of polio, contracted in Karachi, forced a return to England. She lived in Paris in 1952-53, before returning to London where she settled with her husband in Hampstead. They later divorced and lived several doors from each other for some years.[
Critics praised Tonks as a cosmopolitan poet of considerable innovation and originality. She has been described as one of the very few modern English poets who has genuinely tried to learn something from modern French poets such as Paul Éluard about symbolism and surrealism. Al Alvarez said Notes on Cafés and Bedrooms showed an original sensibility in motion.[14] Edward Lucie-Smith said the movements of an individual awareness – often rather self-conscious in its singularity – supply the themes of most of her work.[14] Daisy Goodwin commented on her poem, Story of a Hotel Room, about infidelity: This poem should be read by anyone about to embark on an affair thinking that its just a fling. It is much harder than you know to separate sex from love.Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![All the worlds a stage - William Shakespeare - Poem - animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great William Shakespeare reading All the worlds a stage
All the worlds a stage is the phrase that begins a monologue from William Shakespeares As You Like It, spoken by the melancholy Jaques in Act II Scene VII. The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play, and catalogues the seven stages of a mans life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man:[1] infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, Pantalone and old age, facing imminent death. It is one of Shakespeares most frequently quoted passages.
You Can See the lovely 78 rpm record playing that the soundtrack for this virtual movie came from here..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5LyPBnIFC4
The division of human life into a series of ages was a commonplace of art and literature, which Shakespeare would have expected his audiences to recognize. The number of ages varied: three and four being the most common among ancient writers such as Aristotle. The concept of seven ages derives from medieval philosophy, which constructed groups of seven, as in the seven deadly sins, for theological reasons. The seven ages model dates from the 12th century.[4] King Henry V had a tapestry illustrating the seven ages of man.[5]
According to T. W. Baldwin, Shakespeares version of the concept of the ages man is based primarily upon Palingenius book Zodiacus Vitae, a school text he would have studied at the Stratford Grammar School, which also enumerates stages of human life. He also takes elements from Ovid and other sources known to him but not.[6]
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![England in 1819 - Percy Bysshe Shelley - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great Percy Bysshe Shelley reading his bitter diatribe of a Poem England in 1819
England in 1819 is a political sonnet by the English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, and reflects his liberal ideals.[1] Composed in 1819, it was not published until 1839 in the four-volume The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (London: Edward Moxon) edited by Mary Shelley.
The sonnet describes a very forlorn reality. The poem passionately attacks Englands, as the poet sees it, decadent, oppressive ruling class. King George III referred to by old, mad, blind, despised, and dying. The leech-like nobility (princes) metaphorically suck the blood from the people, who are, in the sonnet, oppressed, hungry, and hopeless, their fields untilled. Meanwhile, the army is corrupt and dangerous to liberty, the laws are harsh and useless, religion has lost its morality, and Parliament (the Senate) is a relic. In addition, the civil rights of the Catholic minority are non-existent Times worst statute unrepealed. In a startling burst of optimism, the last two lines express the hope that a glorious Phantom may spring forth from this decay and illumine our tempestuous day.
This poem was written as a response to the brutal Peterloo Massacre in August 1819.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![Charles Graves - Poems With The Classics in Mind - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of Charles Graves poet and brother of Robert Graves reading Poems With The Classics in Mind. Four of the poems are his original poems Myrra & Damon A love poem probably from Greek mythology , The Pool of Narcissus is based on the Greek myth of a boy who fell in love with his own reflected image on water who fell in and drowned, At The Grave of Drummond of Hawthornden Is a tribute to celebrated 16th Century poet William Drummond,Mildred is a love poem not sure of the origin perhaps it was to his wife. The final Poem is his translation The Glass that Knew Your Weeping - Le Miroir Quoi av u Tes by the 19th Century Swiss Poet Henry Speiss.
n Greek mythology, Narcissus (/nɑrˈsɪsəs/; Greek: Νάρκισσος, Narkissos) was a Hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia who was known for his beauty. He was the son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope.[1] He was proud, in that he disdained those who loved him. Nemesis noticed this behavior and attracted Narcissus to a pool, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was merely an image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narcissus drowned. Narcissus is the origin of the term narcissism, a fixation with oneself and ones physical appearance.
Charles Ranke Patrick Graves (1 December 1899 – 21 February 1971) was a journalist and writer, and brother of Robert Graves.
He was born in Wimbledon, England. His father was Alfred Perceval Graves (born in Dublin, 22 July 1846) who was a poet of high standing, writing many charming poems and ballads. His mother was Amalie (Amy) Elizabeth Sophie (or Sophia) von Ranke.[1]
He worked on the Sunday Express, Daily Mail and many other newspapers. He published 46 books in all including the Thin Blue Line or Adventures in the RAF. He also wrote a continuation (more than a sequel) called The Avengers. His hobbies were golf and gin rummy.
Two of his books are of special interest, his Ireland Revisited (1949) and his autobiography The Bad Old Days (1951). In Ireland Revisited he takes the reader on an informative and humorous tour of Ireland.
He begins his autobiography:
Those were the days, the Bad Old Days – primarily of large families, but also of could look the dollar in the eye without flinching or wincing, when cigarettes were 11d. for 20 and beef was unrationed and champagne was 5s. a bottle.
and he concludes it as follows:
What is happiness? I did not yet know. But I had already learnt that to have any chance of success in life one must be able to ‘take it’; that tact can be worth all the genius in the world; that unless you specialise you will never make more than £800 a year; that it is madness to disbelieve in luck and the cycles of luck; that you have to spend money to make money; that you must at all costs keep your youthful enthusiasms; that the two greatest influences in a man’s life are his mother and his wife; that marriage will either make you or break you, because it can never leave you the same.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![The Journey Work of the Stars - Walt Whitman - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great Walt Whitman reading from poetic masterpiece Leaves of Grass this segment I have called The Journey Work of the Stars this most memorable of segments expresses the notion than that the simplest of things can in fact be the most wondrous. The poem states, “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars...” Whitman explains how even the simplest blade of grass is an extremely complex, important thing, and thus of immense value. In essence, he is saying that everything is valuable, so why can humanity not focus on getting along instead of declaring war upon itself ?
Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Though the first edition was published in 1855, Whitman spent his entire life writing and re-writing Leaves of Grass,[1] revising it in several editions until his death. This resulted in vastly different editions over four decades—the first a small book of twelve poems and the last a compilation of over 400 poems.
The poems of Leaves of Grass are loosely connected and each represents Whitmans celebration of his philosophy of life and humanity. This book is notable for its discussion of delight in sensual pleasures during a time when such candid displays were considered immoral. Where much previous poetry, especially English, relied on symbolism, allegory, and meditation on the religious and spiritual, Leaves of Grass (particularly the first edition) exalted the body and the material world. Influenced by Ralph Waldo Emerson and the Transcendentalist movement, itself an offshoot of Romanticism, Whitmans poetry praises nature and the individual humans role in it. However, much like Emerson, Whitman does not diminish the role of the mind or the spirit; rather, he elevates the human form and the human mind, deeming both worthy of poetic praise.
With one exception, the poems do not rhyme or follow standard rules for meter and line length. Among the poems in the collection are Song of Myself, I Sing the Body Electric, Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking. Later editions included Whitmans elegy to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomd.
Walter Walt Whitman (/ˈhwɪtmən/; May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse.[1] His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sexuality.
Born in Huntington on Long Island, Whitman worked as a journalist, a teacher, a government clerk, and—in addition to publishing his poetry—was a volunteer nurse during the American Civil War. Early in his career, he also produced a temperance novel, Franklin Evans (1842). Whitmans major work, Leaves of Grass, was first published in 1855 with his own money. The work was an attempt at reaching out to the common person with an American epic. He continued expanding and revising it until his death in 1892. After a stroke towards the end of his life, he moved to Camden, New Jersey, where his health further declined. When he died at age 72, his funeral became a public spectacle.[2][3]
Whitmans sexuality is often discussed alongside his poetry. Though biographers continue to debate his sexuality, he is usually described as either homosexual or bisexual in his feelings and attractions. However, there is disagreement among biographers as to whether Whitman had actual sexual experiences with men.[4]
Whitman was concerned with politics throughout his life. He supported the Wilmot Proviso and opposed the extension of slavery generally. His poetry presented an egalitarian view of the races, though his attitude in life reflected many of the racial prejudices common to nineteenth-century America and his opposition to slavery was not necessarily based on belief in the equality of races per se.[5] At one point he called for the abolition of slavery, but later he saw the abolitionist movement as a threat to democracy.
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Jim Clark
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![The Guest House - Rumi - Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of the 12th Century Persian Poet and Mystic Rumi reading his much loved philosophical Poem The Guest House This reading ends part way into the poem,but encapsulates the essential meaning of the poem - To always endeavor to Keep an open and welcoming heart
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (Persian: جلالالدین محمد رومی), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī (جلالالدین محمد بلخى), Mawlānā (مولانا, our master), Mevlânâ, Mevlevî (مولوی Mawlawī, my master), and more popularly simply as Rūmī (1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian[1][8] poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic.[9] Rumis influence transcends national borders and ethnic divisions: Iranians, Tajiks, Turkish, Greeks, Pashtuns, other Central Asian Muslims, and the Muslims of South Asia have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy for the past seven centuries.[10] His poems have been widely translated into many of the worlds languages and transposed into various formats. Rumi has been described as the most popular poet[11] and the best selling poet in the United States.[12][13]
Rumis works are written mostly in Persian, but occasionally he also used Greek,[14][15][16] Arabic, and Turkish in his verse.[17][18] His Mathnawī, composed in Konya, remains one of the purest literary glories of the Persian language.[19][20] His works are widely read today in their original language across Greater Iran and the Persian-speaking world.[21] Translations of his works are very popular, most notably in Turkey, Azerbaijan, the United States, and South Asia.[22] His poetry has influenced Persian literature, but also Turkish, Punjabi, Hindi, and Urdu, as well as the literature of some other Turkic, Iranian, and Indo-Aryan languages including Chagatai, Pashto, and Bengali.
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Jim Clark
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