neumelcua1975 / Ivor

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Huffduffed (4)

  1. Salter Cane - Sorrow

    from http://saltercane.com/tidings/23

    Lyrics:

    Passion was my first-born child,
    I raised her pure, I raised her wild,
    took her where no child should ever go.
    She burned the bridge, cut the trees,
    ripped each root out on her knees,
    every single door was left wide open.
    And all the people of the town
    tried to keep Passion down,
    said that I should keep her locked and bound.
    And I never heard it when she fell,
    just found her shoes next to the well,
    my Passion’s sleeping cold deep underground.
    
    Blow, wind, blow
    But you will never blow away my sorrow.
    
    My second child, I called her Love,
    and I thanked the lord and the stars above
    that I’d received a heart full overflowing.
    And I built a house, wood and stone,
    myself, my wife and child at home,
    happy just smiling at the walls.
    But late one night upon the road,
    I could not find my way back home,
    and I stepped into a cold and darkened doorway.
    And I took a drink, maybe four,
    took another five or more,
    and thought I heard Passion calling for me.
    For seven days and nights alone,
    inside that gutter deep I crawled,
    until I found that house upon that ground.
    But when I got up close I saw
    Love did not live there anymore
    and no one knows where Love can be found.
    
    Blow, wind, blow
    But you will never blow away my sorrow.
    
    My last-born child, I called her Pain,
    Sorrow was her middle name,
    I built high walls to keep her safe from harm.
    But late at night I climb the walls,
    and there’s this gap through which I crawl,
    and I can see how strong my Sorrow grows.
    
    Blow, wind, blow
    But you will never blow away my sorrow.
    Blow, wind, blow
    But you will never blow away my sorrow.
    Blow, wind, blow
    But you will never blow away my sorrow.
    Blow, wind, blow
    But you will never blow away my sorrow.
    

    —Huffduffed by neumelcua1975

  2. The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

    "The Tell-Tale Heart" is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe first published in 1843. It follows an unnamed narrator who insists on his sanity after murdering an old man with a "vulture eye". The murder is carefully calculated, and the murderer hides the body by cutting it into pieces and hiding it under the floorboards. Ultimately the narrator’s guilt manifests itself in the hallucination that the man’s heart is still beating under the floorboards.

    —Huffduffed by neumelcua1975

  3. The Psychology of Creativity — Claire Rowland (Fjord London)

    A lot of hot air and expensive business consultancy time is sold in pursuit of facilitating creativity but the creative process is still thought of as a mysterious black box, often the preserve of certain people and not others. But what’s the actual science behind it? Are some of us more creative than others, and if so, why? What can all of us do to help ourselves have more and better ideas? This talk offers a brief introduction to the psychology of creativity.

    —Huffduffed by neumelcua1975