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Heres a virtual movie of the great Victorian poet Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) reading Epilogue To Asolando" Asolando was Browning’s last book; it was published in 1889 on the day he died . The title derives from a fanciful verb asolare, to disport in the open air, to amuse oneself at random, attributed to Bembo at the time of his residence in Asolo, in northern Italy. Asolo had played an important part in Browning’s life and work.

The poem is read definitively by the late celebrated English clasical actor Jolyon Aires Forsythe.

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Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008

Epilogue to Asolando
[Ed. Note: This poem was the last Browning wrote. --Nelson]

AT the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where–by death, fools think, imprisoned–
Low he lies who onced so loved you, whom you loved so, –Pity me?

Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!
What had I on earth to do
With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?
Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel –Being–who?

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.

No, at noonday in the bustle of man’s work-time
Greet the unseen with a cheer!
Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be,
"Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed,–fight on, fare ever There as here!"

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Heres a virtual movie of the Victorian poet Gerard Manley Hopkins reading his beautiful angst ridden poem "I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day"

The poem is read definitively by the late celebrated English classical actor Jolyon Aires Forsythe.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (28 July 1844 — 8 June 1889), was an English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest, whose 20th-century fame established him posthumously among the leading Victorian poets. His experimental explorations in prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his use of imagery established him as a daring innovator in a period of largely traditional verse.
Kind Regards

Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008

"I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day"……….

wake and feel the fell of dark, not day ,
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light’s delay.
With witness I speak this. But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! away.

I am gall, I am heartburn. God’s most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.

"Thousands of little brown ones."

I’m not particularly proud of this one, but here it is. I shot this footage with my Sony point and shoot. I’m really happy with the video quality, even if I had to convert it to an alternate file type in order to edit it in Adobe Premier.

Trailer for fictional movie called "86" created for The Brattle Theatre’s "Trailer Smackdown" contest.

I shot this on one of Sony’s P2 HD cameras. It looks good in it’s original form on my computer, but it loses a lot when burned to regular DVD and on here. Oh well.

Low fat milk, yet still over 200 calories per serving!

Kick bun to the curb with Pretzelmaker Pretzel Dogs!

I decided to turn my cat Ernie into a balloon.