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Ultraculture With Jason Louv
Ep. 197: The Fall of Hyperion

Ultraculture With Jason Louv

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 1, 2024 30:47


A dramatic reading by Jason Louv of the 1819 poem "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" by John Keats, set to music by Jason. Not uncommon for the 19th century, it is awash in occult and Hermetic symbolism.  Show Links Magick.Me Magick.Me's Fast-Growing YouTube Channel: Like and Subscribe!!!   The full text of the poem follows: "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" John Keats CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance. But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. Methought I stood where trees of every clime, Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, With plantain, and spice blossoms, made a screen; In neighbourhood of fountains, by the noise Soft showering in my ears, and, by the touch Of scent, not far from roses. Turning round I saw an arbour with a drooping roof Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, Like floral censers swinging light in air; Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; For empty shells were scattered on the grass, And grape stalks but half bare, and remnants more, Sweet smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know. Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth, at banqueting For Proserpine return'd to her own fields, Where the white heifers low. And appetite More yearning than on earth I ever felt Growing within, I ate deliciously; And, after not long, thirsted, for thereby Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, And, pledging all the mortals of the world, And all the dead whose names are in our lips, Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. No Asian poppy nor elixir fine Of the soon fading jealous Caliphat, No poison gender'd in close monkish cell To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, Could so have rapt unwilling life away. Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd, Upon the grass I struggled hard against The domineering potion; but in vain: The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sunk Like a Silenus on an antique vase. How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. When sense of life return'd, I started up As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone, The mossy mound and arbour were no more: I look'd around upon the carved sides Of an old sanctuary with roof august, Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; So old the place was, I remember'd none The like upon the earth: what I had seen Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, The superannuations of sunk realms, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things To that eternal domed monument. Upon the marble at my feet there lay Store of strange vessels and large draperies, Which needs had been of dyed asbestos wove, Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, So white the linen, so, in some, distinct Ran imageries from a sombre loom. All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay Robes, golden tongs, censer and chafing dish, Girdles, and chains, and holy jewelries. Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd My eyes to fathom the space every way; The embossed roof, the silent massy range Of columns north and south, ending in mist Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates Were shut against the sunrise evermore. Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off An image, huge of feature as a cloud, At level of whose feet an altar slept, To be approach'd on either side by steps, And marble balustrade, and patient travail To count with toil the innumerable degrees. Towards the altar sober paced I went, Repressing haste, as too unholy there; And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine One minist'ring; and there arose a flame. When in mid May the sickening East wind Shifts sudden to the south, the small warm rain Melts out the frozen incense from all flowers, And fills the air with so much pleasant health That even the dying man forgets his shroud; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire, Sending forth Maian incense, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss, And clouded all the altar with soft smoke, From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard Language pronounc'd: 'If thou canst not ascend 'These steps, die on that marble where thou art. 'Thy flesh, near cousin to the common dust, 'Will parch for lack of nutriment thy bones 'Will wither in few years, and vanish so 'That not the quickest eye could find a grain 'Of what thou now art on that pavement cold. 'The sands of thy short life are spent this hour, 'And no hand in the universe can turn 'Thy hourglass, if these gummed leaves be burnt 'Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps.' I heard, I look'd: two senses both at once, So fine, so subtle, felt the tyranny Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed. Prodigious seem'd the toil, the leaves were yet Burning when suddenly a palsied chill Struck from the paved level up my limbs, And was ascending quick to put cold grasp Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat: I shriek'd; and the sharp anguish of my shriek Stung my own ears I strove hard to escape The numbness; strove to gain the lowest step. Slow, heavy, deadly was my pace: the cold Grew stifling, suffocating, at the heart; And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not. One minute before death, my iced foot touch'd The lowest stair; and as it touch'd, life seem'd To pour in at the toes: I mounted up, As once fair angels on a ladder flew From the green turf to Heaven. 'Holy Power,' Cried I, approaching near the horned shrine, 'What am I that should so be saved from death? 'What am I that another death come not 'To choke my utterance sacrilegious here?' Then said the veiled shadow 'Thou hast felt 'What 'tis to die and live again before 'Thy fated hour. That thou hadst power to do so 'Is thy own safety; thou hast dated on 'Thy doom.' 'High Prophetess,' said I, 'purge off, 'Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' return'd that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world 'Are misery, and will not let them rest. 'All else who find a haven in the world, 'Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days, 'If by a chance into this fane they come, 'Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half.' 'Are there not thousands in the world,' said I, Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade, 'Who love their fellows even to the death; 'Who feel the giant agony of the world; 'And more, like slaves to poor humanity, 'Labour for mortal good? I sure should see 'Other men here; but I am here alone.' 'Those whom thou spak'st of are no vision'ries,' Rejoin'd that voice; 'they are no dreamers weak; 'They seek no wonder but the human face, 'No music but a happy noted voice; 'They come not here, they have no thought to come; 'And thou art here, for thou art less than they: 'What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, 'To the great world? Thou art a dreaming thing, 'A fever of thyself think of the Earth; 'What bliss even in hope is there for thee? 'What haven? every creature hath its home; 'Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, 'Whether his labours be sublime or low 'The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: 'Only the dreamer venoms all his days, 'Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve. 'Therefore, that happiness be somewhat shar'd, 'Such things as thou art are admitted oft 'Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile, 'And suffer'd in these temples: for that cause 'Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees.' 'That I am favour'd for unworthiness, 'By such propitious parley medicin'd 'In sickness not ignoble, I rejoice, 'Aye, and could weep for love of such award.' So answer'd I, continuing, 'If it please, 'Majestic shadow, tell me: sure not all 'Those melodies sung into the world's ear 'Are useless: sure a poet is a sage; 'A humanist, physician to all men. 'That I am none I feel, as vultures feel 'They are no birds when eagles are abroad. 'What am I then? Thou spakest of my tribe: 'What tribe?' The tall shade veil'd in drooping white Then spake, so much more earnest, that the breath Moved the thin linen folds that drooping hung About a golden censer from the hand Pendent. 'Art thou not of the dreamer tribe? 'The poet and the dreamer are distinct, 'Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes. 'The one pours out a balm upon the world, 'The other vexes it.' Then shouted I Spite of myself, and with a Pythia's spleen, 'Apollo! faded! O far flown Apollo! 'Where is thy misty pestilence to creep 'Into the dwellings, through the door crannies 'Of all mock lyrists, large self worshipers, 'And careless Hectorers in proud bad verse. 'Though I breathe death with them it will be life 'To see them sprawl before me into graves. 'Majestic shadow, tell me where I am, 'Whose altar this; for whom this incense curls; 'What image this whose face I cannot see, 'For the broad marble knees; and who thou art, 'Of accent feminine so courteous?' Then the tall shade, in drooping linens veil'd, Spoke out, so much more earnest, that her breath Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung About a golden censer from her hand Pendent; and by her voice I knew she shed Long treasured tears. 'This temple, sad and lone, 'Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war 'Foughten long since by giant hierarchy 'Against rebellion: this old image here, 'Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell, 'Is Saturn's; I Moneta, left supreme 'Sole priestess of this desolation.' I had no words to answer, for my tongue, Useless, could find about its roofed home No syllable of a fit majesty To make rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. There was a silence, while the altar's blaze Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon, And on the paved floor, where nigh were piled Faggots of cinnamon, and many heaps Of other crisped spice wood then again I look'd upon the altar, and its horns Whiten'd with ashes, and its lang'rous flame, And then upon the offerings again; And so by turns till sad Moneta cried, 'The sacrifice is done, but not the less 'Will I be kind to thee for thy good will. 'My power, which to me is still a curse, 'Shall be to thee a wonder; for the scenes 'Still swooning vivid through my globed brain 'With an electral changing misery 'Thou shalt with those dull mortal eyes behold, 'Free from all pain, if wonder pain thee not.' As near as an immortal's sphered words Could to a mother's soften, were these last: And yet I had a terror of her robes, And chiefly of the veils, that from her brow Hung pale, and curtain'd her in mysteries That made my heart too small to hold its blood. This saw that Goddess, and with sacred hand Parted the veils. Then saw I a wan face, Not pin'd by human sorrows, but bright blanch'd By an immortal sickness which kills not; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to; deathwards progressing To no death was that visage; it had pass'd The lily and the snow; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face But for her eyes I should have fled away. They held me back, with a benignant light Soft mitigated by divinest lids Half closed, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things; they saw me not, But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon, Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not What eyes are upward cast. As I had found A grain of gold upon a mountain side, And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes To search its sullen entrails rich with ore, So at the view of sad Moneta's brow I ach'd to see what things the hollow brain Behind enwombed: what high tragedy In the dark secret chambers of her skull Was acting, that could give so dread a stress To her cold lips, and fill with such a light Her planetary eyes, and touch her voice With such a sorrow 'Shade of Memory!' Cried I, with act adorant at her feet, 'By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house, 'By this last temple, by the golden age, 'By great Apollo, thy dear Foster Child, 'And by thyself, forlorn divinity, 'The pale Omega of a withered race, 'Let me behold, according as thou saidst, 'What in thy brain so ferments to and fro!' No sooner had this conjuration pass'd My devout lips, than side by side we stood (Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine) Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, And saw, what first I thought an image huge, Like to the image pedestal'd so high In Saturn's temple. Then Moneta's voice Came brief upon mine ear 'So Saturn sat When he had lost his realms ' whereon there grew A power within me of enormous ken To see as a god sees, and take the depth Of things as nimbly as the outward eye Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme At those few words hung vast before my mind, With half unravel'd web. I set myself Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. Along the margin sand large footmarks went No farther than to where old Saturn's feet Had rested, and there slept, how long a sleep! Degraded, cold, upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were clos'd, While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. It seem'd no force could wake him from his place; But there came one who with a kindred hand Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence, though to one who knew it not. Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne, And griev'd I hearken'd. 'That divinity 'Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood, 'And with slow pace approach our fallen King, 'Is Thea, softest natur'd of our brood.' I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary Surpassing wan Moneta by the head, And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up. One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his hollow ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake In solemn tenor and deep organ tune; Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in this like accenting; how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! 'Saturn! look up and for what, poor lost King? 'I have no comfort for thee; no not one; 'I cannot cry, Wherefore thus sleepest thou? 'For Heaven is parted from thee, and the Earth 'Knows thee not, so afflicted, for a God; 'And Ocean too, with all its solemn noise, 'Has from thy sceptre pass'd, and all the air 'Is emptied of thine hoary majesty: 'Thy thunder, captious at the new command, 'Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; 'And thy sharp lightning, in unpracticed hands, 'Scorches and burns our once serene domain. 'With such remorseless speed still come new woes, 'That unbelief has not a space to breathe. 'Saturn! sleep on: Me thoughtless, why should I 'Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? 'Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 'Saturn, sleep on, while at thy feet I weep.' As when upon a tranced summer night Forests, branch charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Swelling upon the silence; dying off; As if the ebbing air had but one wave; So came these words, and went; the while in tears She press'd her fair large forehead to the earth, Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. Long, long those two were postured motionless, Like sculpture builded up upon the grave Of their own power. A long awful time I look'd upon them: still they were the same; The frozen God still bending to the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet, Moneta silent. Without stay or prop But my own weak mortality, I bore The load of this eternal quietude, The unchanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon. For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the night, And ever day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly. Oftentimes I pray'd Intense, that Death would take me from the vale And all its burthens gasping with despair Of change, hour after hour I curs'd myself; Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes, And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet. As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves Fills forest dells with a pervading air, Known to the woodland nostril, so the words Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, Even to the hollows of time eaten oaks And to the windings of the foxes' hole, With sad low tones, while thus he spake, and sent Strange musings to the solitary Pan. 'Moan, brethren, moan; for we are swallow'd up 'And buried from all Godlike exercise 'Of influence benign on planets pale, 'And peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 'And all those acts which Deity supreme 'Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail, 'Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres 'Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep, 'Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, 'Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon, 'Still buds the tree, and still the sea shores murmur; 'There is no death in all the Universe, 'No smell of death there shall be death Moan, moan, 'Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious babes 'Have changed a God into a shaking Palsy. 'Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left, 'Weak as the reed weak feeble as my voice 'O, O, the pain, the pain of feebleness. 'Moan, moan, for still I thaw or give me help; 'Throw down those imps, and give me victory. 'Let me hear other groans, and trumpets blown 'Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival 'From the gold peaks of Heaven's high piled clouds; 'Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 'Of strings in hollow shells; and let there be 'Beautiful things made new, for the surprise 'Of the sky children.' So he feebly ceas'd, With such a poor and sickly sounding pause, Methought I heard some old man of the earth Bewailing earthly loss; nor could my eyes And ears act with that pleasant unison of sense Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form, And dolorous accent from a tragic harp With large limb'd visions. More I scrutinized: Still fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, With leaves all hush'd; his awful presence there (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie To what I erewhile heard only his lips Trembled amid the white curls of his beard. They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven A mid day fleece of clouds. Thea arose, And stretched her white arm through the hollow dark, Pointing some whither: whereat he too rose Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight. They melted from my sight into the woods; Ere I could turn, Moneta cried, 'These twain 'Are speeding to the families of grief, 'Where roof'd in by black rocks they waste, in pain 'And darkness, for no hope.' And she spake on, As ye may read who can unwearied pass Onward from the antechamber of this dream, Where even at the open doors awhile I must delay, and glean my memory Of her high phrase: perhaps no further dare. CANTO II 'Mortal, that thou may'st understand aright, 'I humanize my sayings to thine ear, 'Making comparisons of earthly things; 'Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, 'Whose language is to thee a barren noise, 'Though it blows legend laden through the trees. 'In melancholy realms big tears are shed, 'More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, 'Too huge for mortal tongue, or pen of scribe. 'The Titans fierce, self hid or prison bound, 'Groan for the old allegiance once more, 'Listening in their doom for Saturn's voice. 'But one of our whole eagle brood still keeps 'His sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty; 'Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire 'Still sits, still snuffs the incense teeming up 'From man to the sun's God: yet unsecure, 'For as upon the earth dire prodigies 'Fright and perplex, so also shudders he: 'Nor at dog's howl or gloom bird's Even screech, 'Or the familiar visitings of one 'Upon the first toll of his passing bell: 'But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve, 'Make great Hyperion ache. His palace bright, 'Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, 'And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, 'Glares a blood red through all the thousand courts, 'Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries: 'And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds 'Flush angerly; when he would taste the wreaths 'Of incense breath'd aloft from sacred hills, 'Instead of sweets his ample palate takes 'Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick. 'Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West, 'After the full completion of fair day, 'For rest divine upon exalted couch 'And slumber in the arms of melody, 'He paces through the pleasant hours of ease 'With strides colossal, on from hall to hall; 'While far within each aisle and deep recess 'His winged minions in close clusters stand 'Amaz'd, and full of fear; like anxious men, 'Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops, 'When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. 'Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance, 'Goes step for step with Thea from yon woods, 'Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, 'Is sloping to the threshold of the West. 'Thither we tend.' Now in clear light I stood, Reliev'd from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne Was sitting on a square edg'd polish'd stone, That in its lucid depth reflected pure Her priestess garments. My quick eyes ran on From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light And diamond paved lustrous long arcades. Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion; His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scared away the meek ethereal hours And made their dove wings tremble. On he flared. THE END 1819

Psychobabble with Tyler Oakley & Korey Kuhl
PB 434: Girdles All The Way Down

Psychobabble with Tyler Oakley & Korey Kuhl

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 24, 2023 41:08


In this episode Tyler and Korey discuss the origin of the doughnut hole, Timothee Chalamet's unique take on Barb Dylan, Kelly Clarkson's bone to pick with P.R. stunts of the NFL, and the 11 biggest bombshells in Britney Spears' new memoir. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Wow, Nice Segue
Episode 85: Ep. 85: Wow, Nice DVD (The Sequel)

Wow, Nice Segue

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2023 83:47


Howdy, we know it's been a minute but we are back baby!  We're drinking Truly Lemonades (we are Truly sluts) and we're talking comic book stuff, video game stuff, tv show stuff, movie stuff, somebody gets cancelled, and we're back with another DVD game called "Forrest ain't got no DVDs!"  As always we got a little rowdy and we hope you do too!  If you enjoy this podcast please Like, Share, Comment and review our show.  Send us suggestions for movies to watch and discuss, send us suggestions for alcohol to review during the show.  Like us on Facebook, follow us on Twitter @wownicesegue12, subscribe to our Youtube Channel, and follow us on TikTok @wownicesegueSponsored By: Myrtle's Girdles

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Women Over 70
223 Barbara McAfee: Taking the Girdles Off Women's Voices

Women Over 70

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 19, 2023 30:37


As a voice coach, singer, and songwriter Barbara McAfee's mission is to ‘midwife'women's voices. “Tell me your story about your voice” is Barbara's invitation tohelp aging women break the sounds of silence, express new sounds for healing,and experience singing for the joy of it. Her original music taps into jazz, gospel,and folk roots. In 2007, Barbara founded the Morning Star Singers, a volunteerchoir that sings for people facing illness, end- of -life, depression, or grief. She isthe author of Full Voice: The Art and Practice of Vocal Presence.Connect with BarbaraEmail: barbara@barbaramcafee.comWebsite: https://www.barbaramcafee.com

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Sifter
Girdles and Garters

Sifter

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 15, 2023 29:01


Stories from The Marvelous Mrs Maisel and more [powerpress]

Force Insensitive - A Star Wars Podcast
S3E44: Goiters, Girders, and Girdles

Force Insensitive - A Star Wars Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 3, 2022 151:37


The 9th Episode of Andor has it all. There is Imperial torture, shady political dealings, family secrets, prisoners getting fried, a rebellion brewing, creepy stalkers, motivational headgear, and old men having strokes. Just your normal run of the mill Star Wars show. We surprisingly have some in depth discussion about the episode this week, don't worry there are some derailments to balance things out. Turn up your headphones, dial back your sensibilities, and join the wretched hive of scum and villainy as we take the low road to resistance on Season Three, Episode Forty Four of Force Insensitive!Send Email/Voicemail: mailto:forceinsensitive@gmail.comDirect Voice Message: https://www.speakpipe.com/ForceInsensitiveStart your own podcast: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=386Use our Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2CTdZzKFB Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/ForceInsensitive/Twitter: http://twitter.com/ForceNSensitiveFacebook: http://facebook.com/ForceInsensitiveInstagram: http://instagram.com/ForceInsensitive

The Medieval Podcast
Biocodicology and Birth Girdles with Sarah Fiddyment

The Medieval Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 6, 2022 37:41


This week, Danièle speaks with Dr. Sarah Fiddyment about a mind-blowingly simple way of collecting biological information from parchment, what it can tell us, and what it reveals about how a late medieval birth girdle was used.You can support this podcast and Medievalists.net on Patreon - go to https://www.patreon.com/medievalists

Transformation Talk Radio
The Great Shapewear Debate: Control or Conformity?

Transformation Talk Radio

Play Episode Listen Later May 12, 2022 56:55


Shapewear, in some form or another, has been around for centuries. Thanks to the invention of spandex women no longer have to suffer the whale bones of the corset, but that doesn't address why we still want to alter our silhouettes. And then there were the days of mandatory pantyhose and heels for ladies in the workplace...don't get us started. Join us for a lively conversation about the history of shapewear next Thursday.

Red State Blue Mom
EP #18: Girdles, Nurdles, and Turtles... All the Way Down

Red State Blue Mom

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 20, 2022 37:37


Mama B. answers some fan mail, has a good deal to say about the confirmation hearings and the Senate vote for Ketanji Brown Jackson, and wants y'all to participate in Earth Day by doing a little bit more than just recycling.

Two Old Bitches: Stories from Women who Reimagine, Reinvent and Rebel
SO7 Episode 08: Two Old Bitches/StoriedLives

Two Old Bitches: Stories from Women who Reimagine, Reinvent and Rebel

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 14, 2022 31:06


Stories transport us across time and space, bring us together, help us make sense of our lives and the world, make us laugh and cry, and even change our minds. Stories fuel social change and personal change. Their power drives us, as Two Old Bitches, to collect edgy elder women's stories to share with story-loving listeners of all genders and ages. And to discover and tell our own stories. In this episode, we each share a personal story crafted in a recent storytelling class. Yes crafted, because storytelling is an art, one that can be honed, and it's a joy to hone it in the company of others as we did in our most recent workshop. Joanne shares “What Happens When Your Heart Really Does Belong to Daddy?” a story of gendered power dynamics in the workplace decades ago that still drives her passion for justice today. Idelisse shares “Girdles,” a childhood story of the physical and psychological constraints foisted on women and girls that shaped her, in more ways than the obvious.  You can listen to our stories on audio AND – for those who like the combined audio-visual effect – check out Idelisse and Joanne telling their stories to each other. And guess which one of us tried (with partial success) to tell her story and hula hoop at the same time? We'd love to hear from you! We are going to host a Two Old Bitches storytelling salon/class in the spring. Please let us know if you're interested and have ideas or questions. Write to us at 2obpodcast@gmail.com and share your brilliance!  

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Two New Mums
Episode 4: Second Trimester; Baby brain, Big Girdles and Gender Reveal

Two New Mums

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2022 50:13


This episode we embark on the glorious second trimester. Most of the grim symptoms have subsided, but there are new bizarre challenges, largely involving Amy's brain failing to work, sadly for a lot of this episode. Also girdles, the benefits of having a bump and career concerns. Plus the 16 week scan we both chose to have-why Amy's was a tad terrifying and Jennie reveals the gender for her baby! Follow us for more on instagram @twonewmumspodcast and email any questions to twonewmumspodcast@gmail.com Get discounted tickets to The Baby Show, our Official Podcast Partner, on our website Two New Mums And please rate and review! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Drilling Down
#121 (TTB) The Book Of RUTH - The One You've All Been Waiting For! Tighten up those girdles and strap on those Spanx!

Drilling Down

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 28, 2022 95:46


I know! One of Kyle's favorite books in the Old Testament comes to life once again! Of course Kyle makes a complete fool of himself in this episode, why would we expect any less? 

Minute Women
Wonderbra (HYGAM 9)

Minute Women

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 1, 2021 30:57


Girdles and pantyhose and brassieres, oh my! On this week's episode, Grace and Linnea dive into one of Canada's most well-known brands, the one and only Wonderbra. Tune in to learn how this bra took the world by storm and thrived even when bra-burning was all the rage, by transforming bras from a functional undergarment into expression of women's sexual freedom.minutewomenpodcast.ca

Wood Whisperer Live (Audio)
Man Girdles & Steel Balls | TWW Live

Wood Whisperer Live (Audio)

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 7, 2021


Woodworking Q&A

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Burning Bright
Poems or Girdles?

Burning Bright

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 20, 2021 6:05 Transcription Available


Two form poems, by Antoinette Kennedy and Lynn Dizard.Support the show (https://www.passagerbooks.com/donate/)

Back To Happy
Key Lessons We Learned from Our Mothers…and Our Daughters

Back To Happy

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 25, 2021 31:45


What is at the heart of the mother-daughter relationship… and how does it affect us? In this show, we take a good clear look at our own relationships with our mothers (very different!), as well as with our daughters. For what’s here is nothing but unvarnished love. And it can be healing, indeed! Among other things, we covered: The story of Teal and Amera, our daughters Dealing with our daughter’s pushback The heart of love in motherhood What the moment was like when Teal was born Girdles and Chanel No.5 vs farm dresses—our two moms An important lesson Debi learned from her mom However, you get along with your mother, there is nothing as foundational as your relationship with the person who gave birth to you. May you find some healing and inspiration here. Suzanne and her mother Debi and her mother Submitted with love, Debi and Suzanne RESOURCES Suzanne’s essay ‘Learning to Forgive My Difficult Mother’

Healthy Love with Cynthia Clark
122. Empathic Healer Palm Reading with Sarah Kennedy

Healthy Love with Cynthia Clark

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 24, 2020 36:50


Check out this palm reading of empathic healer, Sarah Kennedy. Cynthia Clark, Quantum Palmist, Love & Ascension Coach, analyzes Sarah’s fingerprints, Butterfly hand shape and talks about the Saturn Star, Girdles of Venus, Throat Star and Loop of Productivity. Learn how to contribute love in the world through your palms. If you want to ignite soulmate love, Cynthia offers a free video training, go here to sign up: https://loveinyourhands.com/masterclass. Would you like Cynthia to read your hands? Apply to be a guest on the show here: https://loveinyourhands.com/podcast. Have a quick relationship question? Email Cynthia at loveinyourhands@yahoo.com and she may answer it on the show too.

Lance Roberts' Real Investment Hour
6-18-20 Fiscal Girdles & Yield Curve Control

Lance Roberts' Real Investment Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2020 44:22


SEG-1: Monetary Policy & Yield Curve Control SEG-2: Proper Pricing-in of Risk SEG-3: The Fed Tells us How Things Should Be SEG-4: Pro Sports, COVID-19, & The Shrinking Odds of a V-shaped Recovery -------- RIA Advisors Chief Investment Strategist Lance Roberts w Porfolio Manager, Michael Lebowitz, CFA -------- Articles Mentioned in this podcast: https://realinvestmentadvice.com/the-next-iteration-what-is-yield-curve-control/ https://realinvestmentadvice.com/technically-speaking-bulls-bears-square-off-at-the-line/ https://realinvestmentadvice.com/macroview-rationalizing-high-valuations-wont-improve-outcomes/ -------- Get more info & commentary: https://realinvestmentadvice.com/newsletter/

The Real Investment Show Podcast
Fiscal Girdles & Yield Curve Control (Full Show)

The Real Investment Show Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2020 44:23


SEG-1: Monetary Policy & Yield Curve Control SEG-2: Proper Pricing-in of Risk SEG-3: The Fed Tells us How Things Should Be SEG-4: Pro Sports, COVID-19, & The Shrinking Odds of a V-shaped Recovery -------- RIA Advisors Chief Investment Strategist Lance Roberts w Porfolio Manager, Michael Lebowitz, CFA -------- Articles Mentioned in this podcast: https://realinvestmentadvice.com/the-next-iteration-what-is-yield-curve-control/ https://realinvestmentadvice.com/technically-speaking-bulls-bears-square-off-at-the-line/ https://realinvestmentadvice.com/macroview-rationalizing-high-valuations-wont-improve-outcomes/ -------- Get more info & commentary: https://realinvestmentadvice.com/newsletter/

Red Pill Phone Tap
The Red Pill Phone Tap #32

Red Pill Phone Tap

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 14, 2020 180:02


"You don't understand, she's different!"Do you not compromise because you lived it, or because you've read it? There is a difference...How treating every girl like they're different messes up your discipline AND your game.

Red Pill Phone Tap
The Red Pill Phone Tap #31

Red Pill Phone Tap

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 7, 2020 180:02


Women wanna date up, but then they wanna be equals?Red Pill story time.Women found out you're Red Pill. Now what?!Anthony talks about coaching a female client, and it doesn't go how you think....on this episode of The Red Pill Phone Tap.

The Dave Underwood Show
The John Hatch, Dispatch, "Pantie-Girdles"

The Dave Underwood Show

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 11, 2020 124:33


dispatch girdles john hatch
What Were They Thinking? with The KEARTH 101 Morning Show
11/22 - Lost Cars, Vegan Food, & Man Girdles

What Were They Thinking? with The KEARTH 101 Morning Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 22, 2019 16:30


The gang recaps stories of listener's losing cars, what food people think is vegan but may not be, and how are we actually able to produce milk in cows? Listen in to find out! Plus, what song do you think everyone loves?! Call us on Music Monday with your answers!

The Thick Movement
Spanx, Body Shapers & Girdles: Don't Be Confided

The Thick Movement

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2019 37:22


This week, we're sharing our options on body shapers and how we really feel about them. Listen in! You're guaranteed to get a good laugh. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thethickmovement/message

Pregnancy Podcast
Belly Binding & Postpartum Girdles

Pregnancy Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 18, 2019 28:09


There are a lot of products you can wear postpartum that are marketed as a way to return to your pre-pregnancy body faster with claims that they promote healing and weight loss. This ranges from Bengkung belly binding to mass produced garments that go by a lot of different names like pregnancy shape wear, belly wraps, belly binders, postpartum girdles, or support belts.  Brands vary and there are a lot of different styles, but overall the idea behind all of these is the same. The big question is, do they really work? This episode digs into all of the marketing claims and talks about the evidence, or lack of evidence, to back up these claims. If you do decide you would like to try a postpartum girdle there are tips for finding the right one and an evaluation of the top selling products available.   You can read the full article and resources that accompany this episode by clicking here.   For more evidence based information visit the Pregnancy Podcast website.

New Glam Gal Podcast by Judith Gaton
Ep.16 - Girdles and Shapewear, Oh My!

New Glam Gal Podcast by Judith Gaton

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2018 11:51


In this week's New Glam Gal podcast episode we discuss: -Girdles, shapewear, and bras, oh my! -How to prevent shapewear from rolling down -How to evaluate whether you really need the shapewear -That your body is not sausage in need of an external casing -To remember that you were once a toddler that strutted around belly forward with swagger Instagram: JudithGaton Facebook: New Glam Gal Free 5 Day Challenge Free Style Session Music by www.bensound.com

Team VTAC with Kyle Lamb
Episode 37 Pelvic Girdles and Lollipops. Paul Allen and Roland Paquette, Assistant Professors, PA Dudes from San Antonio, TX

Team VTAC with Kyle Lamb

Play Episode Listen Later May 17, 2018 112:27


Pelvic girdles, trauma kits, and Fentanyl Lollipops. Rode into San Antonio, Texas, home of great Mexican food, the Alamo, Fort Sam Houston, and my fellow retired Army Dudes. Paul Allen, retired as a Major after 27 years of service. He now owns the title of DSc, MPAS, PA-C, Assistant Professor, Program Director and Chair, Department of Physician Assistant Studies. I think I am hypoxic after all of that, but wait there is more. Roland Paquette, retired Staff Sergeant, MPAS, PA-C, Assistant Professor. That is a mouthful just to say two dudes that really know medicine, especially combat medicine. I worked with Paul for many years and have been waiting to meet Roland. Both great American’s that have sacrificed dearly for our country. We talk medic stuff, we talk pelvic girdles, we talk tourniquets and much more. Oh and don’t forget to Remember the Alamo… God Bless Texas, and God Bless America!!

Life and Mission
Towera Loper

Life and Mission

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2017 24:04


Towera Loper is the author of Girdle Girlfriends: Lessons Learned from Girdles on How to do Friendships. Towera shares about friendships and her journey as a first-time author. Towera Nyirenda Loper is a speaker, life coach, author, licensed minister, and guest writer for Christian Broadcasting Network’s (CBN) Spiritual Life section. A native of Zambia, she came to the United States to pursue her education, obtaining a BA, from Northpoint Bible College (formally Zion Bible Institute, Barrington, RI), Haverhill, MA and both a Masters of Divinity, and a Doctor of Ministry from Regent University, Virginia Beach, VA. Her life’s mission is to help people transition from information to transformation. She and her husband reside in Florida.Girdle Girlfriends: Lessons Learned from Girdles on How to do Friendships is available on iTunes and Amazon.com.Support the show (https://www.paypal.me/kayhelm)

Pregnancy Podcast
94: Postpartum Girdles

Pregnancy Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 9, 2017 25:23


It took 9 months for your body to get to where it is after birth, and your body has been through a lot. There is so much societal pressure to get back in shape. Give yourself time and have some compassion for all of the amazing things your body has done. Especially in the first few weeks after birth you are healing and your focus should be you and your baby, not getting back into shape. There are a lot of products you can wear that are marketed as a way to return to your pre-pregnancy body faster with a lot of claims that they promote healing and weight loss. These garments go by a lot of different names like pregnancy shape wear, belly wrap, belly binder, postpartum girdle, or support belts. Brands vary and there are a lot of different styles, but overall the idea behind all of these is the same. The big question is, do they really work? This episode digs into all of the marketing claims and talks about the evidence, or lack of evidence to back up these claims. If you do decide you would like to try a postpartum girdle there are tips for finding the right one and an evaluation of the top selling products available.   Show notes: http://pregnancypodcast.com/episode94/   Thank you to Aeroflow for sponsoring this episode. Aeroflow is a company that helps you get a breast pump through your health insurance. There can be some hoops to jump through to get a breast pump through your insurance but Aeroflow does all of this for you and makes it so easy. All you need to do is fill out a form that takes just a minute and they will contact your health insurance company and work out all the details, then they will get in touch with you to help you choose the right breast pump. To get started on ordering your pump go to http://pregnancypodcast.com/breastpump/   Thank you to Zahler for their support of this episode. Zahler makes a high quality prenatal vitamin that has the active form of folate, that I refer after all of the research I have read on folic acid, plus it has omega 3s and DHA. This is the prenatal vitamin I take and the one I recommend. Zahler was very generous and gave me a promo code I can share with you so you can save 25% off when you buy a month supply on Amazon. To order them today go to http://amzn.to/2nOuFVB and enter the promo code PREPOD25 when you checkout.

Ok Girl! Podcast
#5: It's You Ain't Wearing That Season

Ok Girl! Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 29, 2017 43:38


OkGirl! you ain't wearing that out with me! Girdles, slips, & smoothers!

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This Retro Life
Episode Two: The Nylon Swish

This Retro Life

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2016 18:46


Get ready to lace yourself in! Today we are talking about corsets, girdles, suspender belts, stockings and so much more. We enter the world of vintage lingerie and discover pieces of lingerie history and bust some bizzare corset myths! 

The Julie Tussey Show
The Julie Tussey Show Ep 4: Stacey Dime Julie's GF Dishes the Dirt

The Julie Tussey Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2016 24:25


This funny episode where Stacey Dishes the Dirt on Julie after 25 years of friendship.

The Double Shadow
Episode #33: “The Theft of the Thirty-Nine Girdles”

The Double Shadow

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 18, 2013 39:01


A transcription of this episode is available. In this week's episode, we close Hyperborea with a story from the, err, “master thief” Satampra Zeiros. That's right, it's time for the infamous “Theft of the Thirty-Nine Girdles.” Join us next time as we reflect on the NecronomiCon conference we all went to at the end of […]

Funemployment Radio
Funemployment Radio Episode 716

Funemployment Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 8, 2012 75:01


What Day Is It, The Rules Of Birthdays, Not Eating, Gray, AARON DURAN, Girdles, Loki, That Guy At Thanksgiving, Burning Computers, In The Year 3000, Presents, Ball Talk Sad, World Of Crazy, Glute Enhancement, Ghost Investigations, Yelling The Name

Yoga classes - Live Love Teach - Yoga Teacher Training School

Alignment means the charge of the fight in the pose disappears in stability and relaxation.   This smaller class feels like a relaxed, private class.Side crow from standing prayer twist  Excerpts from Seinfeld episode, The Opposite. Repelling girls.  The power of being authentic.Opposite abwork.  Emergency hip pose.  Girdles.  Ray Long.  The body exhibit.  Purpose of alignment.