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art of tony baldwin

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I have published a book of my poetry, art, and photos.

Find it here:
art of tony baldwin
art of tony baldwin 2010

It can be read online, or purchased both as a pdf download, or a bound and print copy.

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August 22, 2010 at 11:44 am

Sláinte chugat : Happy St. Patty's!

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Great stuff from Ireland:
First a poem from Irishman, W.B. Yeats:
The Stolen Child

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats, one of my favorite poets of all times…


Now some great music:


Waterboys – Fisherman’s Blues

Great music! I saw the Waterboys in some tiny club in Chicago, on tour for this ablum back in about 1989, I believe, with my good friend, Harry,
while I was out in Indiana, attending Purdue University. The show was phenomenal. This is truly amazing music! This particular album includes the musical rendering of Yeat’s Stolen Child which I posted earlier from youtube.


And now a couple of great books:

How the Irish Save Civilization: The Untold Story of the Irish role in the Fall of the Roman Empire and the Rise of Medieval Europe

Beginner’s Gaelic (Hippocrene Beginners Language Series)

Saol fada chugat

./tony

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March 17, 2010 at 10:34 am

Top o' the morning to all ye lads & lassies!

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March 17, 2010 at 5:43 am

amor nos quemará outra vez

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ainda que el sol brilha nessa verão sem fim
e as noites nem se esfriam, deixando meu corpo
ferver numa piscina de soar na cama
onde posso ouvir você respirar
e ver seu corpo quente ao meu lado
com um fogo de desejos cursando as minhda veias
me sento frio e nua
sem abrigo contra o vento sem miseracordia
e minha alma chora no silêncio da noite
chora de saudades, de dor inaguentável
para seus lábios
meu único remedio…

© a baldwin – 07/29/2008

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January 14, 2009 at 2:41 pm

Myst'ries Seed

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(an ode to William Shakespeare)

To read the lines of he who has stirred hearts

In generations gone and which remain

In regions far abroad and nearby parts

Whose Muse upon the stage holds light domain;

Amazes each: the mind, the eye, the ear.

A trail to take true care to tread upon,

And stepping blind, ’tis strange we do not steer

Beyond the path, the Poet’s pre-scrib’d song

To search, perhaps, for sights we cannot see

Through times’ obscured, dim and distant lens.

I would we’d let our lips determin’d be

To taste ambrosia issued from his pens.

But then, perhaps, we fear our ignorance

Would transplant mystr’ies seed and grow offence.

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August 25, 2008 at 2:41 am

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