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HawkeyeLinus

Lifer
Oct 16, 2020
6,219
43,576
Midwest
I really enjoy watching and listening to the good Reverend Dr. Malcom Guite. His literature readings are always entertaining and often enlightening. Recently he had a vid up specific to pipe smoking (which many of you know feature in his videos but it is not a pipe smoking channel by any means). This is an essay of his recently published in a book of essays by a variety of authors on normal, everyday things and maybe some will enjoy it.
 

romaso

Lifer
Dec 29, 2010
2,189
8,694
Pacific NW
Smoke Rings From My Pipe, Malcolm Guite

All the long day’s weariness is done
I’m free at last to do just as I will
Take out my pipe, admire the setting sun
Practice the art of simply sitting still
Thank God I have this briar bowl to fill,
I leave the world with all its hopeless hype,
Its pressures, and its ever-ringing till,
And let it go in smoke rings from my pipe

The hustle and the bustle, these I shun
The tasks that trouble and the cares that kill,
The false idea that there’s a race to run,
The pushing of that weary stone uphill,
The wretched i-phone’s all-insistent trill,
Whingers and whiners, each with their own gripe,
I pack them in tobacco leaves until
They’re blown away in smoke rings from my pipe

And then at last my real work is begun,
My chance to chant, to exercise the skill
Of summoning the muses, one by one,
To meet me in their temple, touch my quill
( I have a pen but quills are better still)
And when the soul is full, the time is ripe
Kindle the fire of poetry that will
Breathe and expand like smoke-rings from my pipe

Prince I have done with grinding at the mill,
These petty-pelting tyrants aren’t my type,
So lift me up and set me on a hill,
A free man blowing smoke rings from his pipe.
 

romaso

Lifer
Dec 29, 2010
2,189
8,694
Pacific NW
As rain recedes I pause to fill my pipe
And kindle fire that flickers into light
And lights the leaf all curled and cured and ripe
Within a burr-starred bowl. How fierce and bright
It glows against the cold. And I delight
In taste and fragrance, watching whisps of grey
And graceful smoke in their brief flight,
As sun breaks from the clouds and lights my way
I feel the fire that makes the light that makes the day

 

mawnansmiff

Lifer
Oct 14, 2015
7,901
8,927
Sunny Cornwall, UK.
I’m sorry, but unless you’re the copyright holder or have the copyright holder’s permission, you do not have the right to post this content.
Mr. Bittner, this is the third time in as many weeks where you have bemoaned the content of posts made on this Forum by regular members.

Are you really sure this is the right forum for you? Perhaps you should make it clear to one and all what we can and what we cannot post?

BTW, you re-posting the link above surely puts yourself in breach of copyright laws no?

Regards,

Jay.
 

rmbittner

Lifer
Dec 12, 2012
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Perhaps you should make it clear to one and all what we can and what we cannot post?
No one has the right to post lines from a copyrighted poem unless they own the copyright or have permission of the copyright holder. This isn’t me being cranky; it’s copyright law.
 
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mortonbriar

Lifer
Oct 25, 2013
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New Zealand
No one has the right to post lines from a copyrighted poem unless they own the copyright or have permission of the copyright holder. This isn’t me being cranky; it’s copyright law.
I am sure you are right about copyright law, but surely you can see that in this context that is fairly pedantic? A link to the authors page was attached within the same post, we can all see who gets credit for the poem...
 

rmbittner

Lifer
Dec 12, 2012
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I am sure you are right about copyright law, but surely you can see that in this context that is fairly pedantic? A link to the authors page was attached within the same post, we can all see who gets credit for the poem...
I guess I can cop to sometimes being pedantic. Apologies. As someone who makes a living from words, I probably take infringement more seriously than most. It’s been drilled into me for my entire editing/writing career.
 

SBC

Lifer
Oct 6, 2021
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Yoopsconsin
As an Anglican, former Lit teacher, Tolkien and Lewis fanatic, long-time appreciator of Fr. Guite, and pipe smoker, you rung all my bells with this video. I hadn't seen it yet. Thanks.

This video captures very well the notion of pipe smoking I had when I started. This forum would have, er, adjusted that notion, had it not woken up to the more common reality already, but I do have a handful of like-hearted pipe smoking friends with whom to have those "golden" smokes / talks, if only rarely anymore.
 

Zero

Lifer
Apr 9, 2021
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13,260
I really enjoy watching and listening to the good Reverend Dr. Malcom Guite. His literature readings are always entertaining and often enlightening. Recently he had a vid up specific to pipe smoking (which many of you know feature in his videos but it is not a pipe smoking channel by any means). This is an essay of his recently published in a book of essays by a variety of authors on normal, everyday things and maybe some will enjoy it.
I like him. The sitting still reminds me of the scripture Psalm 46:10 and the meditation that I practice. I've been meaning to watch his videos since I heard him on the pipes magazine radio show, thank you for posting.
 

Flopoz

Lurker
Feb 6, 2023
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Smoke Rings From My Pipe, Malcolm Guite

All the long day’s weariness is done
I’m free at last to do just as I will
Take out my pipe, admire the setting sun
Practice the art of simply sitting still
Thank God I have this briar bowl to fill,
I leave the world with all its hopeless hype,
Its pressures, and its ever-ringing till,
And let it go in smoke rings from my pipe

The hustle and the bustle, these I shun
The tasks that trouble and the cares that kill,
The false idea that there’s a race to run,
The pushing of that weary stone uphill,
The wretched i-phone’s all-insistent trill,
Whingers and whiners, each with their own gripe,
I pack them in tobacco leaves until
They’re blown away in smoke rings from my pipe

And then at last my real work is begun,
My chance to chant, to exercise the skill
Of summoning the muses, one by one,
To meet me in their temple, touch my quill
( I have a pen but quills are better still)
And when the soul is full, the time is ripe
Kindle the fire of poetry that will
Breathe and expand like smoke-rings from my pipe
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Prince I have done with grinding at the mill,
These petty-pelting tyrants aren’t my type,
So lift me up and set me on a hill,
A free man blowing smoke rings from his pipe.
Sounds very life-affirming, by the way. Respect.