Holst Quotes

The Heavenly Spheres make music for us, The Holy Twelve dance with us, All things join in the dance! Ye who dance not, know not what we are knowing.

I’ve learned what ‘classical’ means. It means something that sings and dances through sheer joy of existence.

Oh, quit your infernal squawking!

Of God de mens schiep, staat te bezien. Dat de mens God schiep, staat vast.

He was making music - Howells, Finzi, Holst - so you could see the sounds in the serried air. Serried. Then just as suddenly empty when his sound-proof right hand closed off the notes.

Hang up and drive!

I love my love because my love loves me

This wasn’t a fairy story. And even if it were, no tale had ever told her she could rely on the generosity of wolves, the eaters of grandmothers and lambs and piglets, the trickers of blue-eyed girls in carmine riding hoods.

Gail Holst-Warhaft is a poet and translator and has worked as a journalist, broadcaster, prose writer, academic, and musician. Among her many publications are Road to Rembetika, Theodorakis: Myth and Politics in Modern Greek Music, The Collected Poems of Nikos Kavadias, Dangerous Voices: Women’s Laments and Greek Literature, The Cue for Passion: Grief and Its Political Uses, I Had Three Lives: Selected Poems of Mikis Theodorakis, and Penelope’s Confession. She has published translations of Aeschylus and

The Knights Templar have been customarily described as holding large estates that were well-known to the people of their day. Certainly there were many such estates. However it was also true that many of their holdings were much smaller and less well-known. These latter properties also changed hands frequently, making ownership unclear even to their neighbors. Malcolm Barber, a well-respected chronicler of the Templars, noted that: …the Order was not simply a passive recipient of donations, but an active agent in the land market, buying, selling and exchanging property on a considerable scale.[135]

The flag that Templar knights carried into battle was called the Beauceant, and consisted of two panels, one black and one white. As we have seen, the Templars were also known for collecting relics—primarily bones—of Christian saints while they were in the Holy Land. One of their most treasured relics was said to be the skull of St. Euphemia, which was displayed in ceremonies with her two crossed leg bones. Some have argued that the bones were not those of St. Euphemia, but it is now widely accepted that the Templars revered the skull and crossed bones of some deceased donor during their private ceremonies.

The only time one could have seen two Templar knights on a single horse would have been when they were returning from the battlefield. If one knight’s horse died in battle, and the man faced imminent death on foot with the enemy on every side, no other knight was allowed to leave the field of battle. The nearest knight was obliged by stubborn honor to fly to the aid of his brother, no matter the cost. I believe it is that loyal knight, having rescued his brother, whom we see returning after battle with his fellow knight seated behind. That was the symbol of the Templars. To them, it embodied their pride, their honor, and lifelong bonds of brotherhood. The Templar Rule and culture seems to have so strongly permeated every aspect of their life that it imbued each white knight, green cleric, and brown-clad servingman with this indelible sense of brotherhood. Among the Templars. the punishment for failing to live up to those standards was swift and clear. Suffice it to say that the average person of that day seemed unable

COBOL er i dag uten tvil verdens mest brukte høynivå programmeringsspråk. Det har vært i kontinuerlig bruk siden den første kompilatoren så dagens lys i 1960. En rekke versjoner av COBOL er blitt standardisert og internasjonalisert, først i 1968, senere i 1974 og i 1985. Som standardisert språk har COBOL klart vist sin verdi. Men på tross av dette har ettervirkningene fra utviklingen vært forholdsvis beskjedne, bortsett fra det IBM-utviklede generelle programmeringsspråket PL/1 som ble lansert i begynnelsen av 1970-årene. Kanskje en av grunnene til en manglende bred videreføring av COBOLs gode prinsipper og strukturer er at få har sett det mulig å gå videre. En annen grunn er kanskje at mesteparten av COBOL-brukerne er nettopp brukere og ikke teknologer. Den store masse av brukerne er enten ikke i stand til eller interessert i å utvikle et nytt programmeringsspråk, så lenge de har ett som virker bra, og som dessuten har vist seg å være utrolig pålitelig. COBOL har derfor vært uten virkelig konkurranse i over førti år. Selv i dag skrives det flere applikasjonsprogrammer i COBOL enn i hvilket som helst annet høynivå programmeringsspråk, FORTRAN inklusivt.

It helps, of course, that Denmark is essentially one giant middle class or, as the Danes would have you believe, effectively classless. The creation of this economically and gender-equal society has driven much of Denmark’s social and economic development over the last hundred or so years. One very well-known Danish quotation sums this up—it is another line, like Holst’s “What was lost without…” that every Dane knows by heart, and was written by N. F. S. Grundtvig: Og da har i rigdom vi drevet det vidt, når få har for meget og færre for lidt. (And we will have made great strides in equality, when few have too much and fewer too little.) It sounds like some kind of utopian fantasy but, by and large, the Danes have succeeded in achieving it. As historian Tony Hall writes in Scandinavia: At War with Trolls, Grundtvig’s Folk High Schools were founded on the principle of “teaching them, whenever feasible, that regardless of their social rank and occupation, they belonged to one people, and as such had one mother, one destiny and one purpose.” The result is that, according to the New Statesman, “90 percent of the population [of Denmark] enjoy an approximately identical standard of living.

The

Fuck if I know." Xephos said bluntly.

Beggin' yer most gracious pardon most 'umbly, Oi'm sure, Miss 'Ogawrth. Oi on'y wants ter be of service to yer in me own 'umble ker-passity. 'Cos, as you well knows, Miss 'Ogawrth, Oi'm a very 'umble person, Oi am. Most 'umble indeed, Miss, Oi do assure yer!

Jag minns att jag försökte fotografera dem, men det gick inte. Alla färger blev till svarta fyrkanter i kameran. Mamma förklarade att det berodde på att verkligheten är så vacker att den inte kan fångas på film.

Niet alleen in het holst van de nacht van het jaar, iedere dag van het jaar heeft het licht het koud. Het vraagt om geen engelenstemmen, het hongert naar een beetje gerechtigheid aan deze kant van de tijd. En dromen doet het ook niet van eeuwig hemelse zomers in en om het vaderhuis, het hunkert naar aardse dagen ooit zonder marteling en moord, het licht dat van puur licht kind is en woord.

I lay back for the first time since leaving America and searched through Clara’s iPod, stopping at the Planets suite by Gustav Holst.

Meanwhile, the people of Solomon split their kingdom in two during the reign of his son, with the remnants taking the name of Israel in the north and Judah in the south. Israel fell to foreign occupation first, with Judah following in 609 BC when the Babylonians swept in. Twelve years later King Jeconiah, grandfather to the legendary Zerubbabel, was taken from Judah along with many others in the first wave of the Babylonian captivity. In 586 BC the second deportation completed this task of taking the Hebrew people into exile, and the Temple of Solomon, having been sacked many times by others, was now utterly destroyed and left in ruins.

The choice of potting medium is limited only by the grower's imagination.

The love that existed between Ferdinand Bauer and Ephraim Holst was unrivaled. The maestro and the singer. Gods, the stars would never forget how Ferdinand could sing.

Holst’s astringent orchestral piece Egdon Heath, completed shortly after visiting Hardy, captures the novelist’s eerie atmospheres and weight of foreclosing tragedy.

To be honest, she had been too tired to argue. Sharing a sleeping bag with a storybook creature one had just shot at could do that to a person.

Á hinn bóginn, hugsar hún og lætur tvo villta táningsstráka trufla sig því þeir hunsa reykingabannið í lestarklefanum og kveikja sér skellihlæjandi hvor í sinni sígarettunni, þá vill hún heldur deyja en veslast upp eins og móðir hennar. Sykursýki, offita, of hár blóðþrýstingur og útlit fyrir að hún verði óvirkur bótaþegi í þjóðfélagi sem henni finnst hún ekki eiga heima í. Hvers konar líf er það? Að sitja innilokuð fyrir lífstíð í eigin fangelsi og hneykslast á hnignun heimsins?

The moment when it crystallized for me was in early 1999. Due to the vicissitudes of my freelancing schedule, I ended up playing Holst’s The Planets three times with three different orchestras in a six-month period. Maybe you know that piece. There are recycled versions of it in everything John Williams swiped for the Star Wars movies and everything bombastic and shallow you’ve ever been annoyed by in every action movie of the last twenty years, plus the horrible Phrygian raised fourth that was everywhere in early twentieth-century English classical music (I’m talking to you, Gordon Jacob, and you, Edward Elgar). The Planets, along with Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana, had been grating on me more and more with each passing year of being a musician. Playing The Planets with three orchestras within a year, this time as clarinet two in the Modesto Symphony, made me realize that if I played it one more time, I would go on a rampage and hurt people with my clarinets. I needed a plan B, and coffee was all I could imagine.

Occasionally, we may even use something special, like the Gustav Holst Hymns from the Rig Veda.

Music, being identical with heaven, isn't a thing of momentary thrills, or even hourly ones. It's a condition of eternity.