LOVE LOVE LOVE

So...I said I wouldn't be back until the weekend....I'm sorry I lied.. There's just soo much love in the atmosphere that I could not help but share it...

Well you can probably tell that this post has absolutely nothing to do with the wonderful world of ART or POETRY... but I will try to be as artistic and poetic as possible.

Today is Valentine's Day and I hope that everybody had a day filled with love and if you did not we would just like to say Happy Valentine's Day to everybody from us here at Rare Art Arena with Poetry Literature and Everything else.

I'm not going to write about how the entire Valentine's Day thing came about but you can find some information here. However, I am going to share a LOVEly video :-) . This is one of my favorite songs any day of the year and if you ask me I think its rather poetic. Don't You?

Anyway I'm off to get some work done now. I really won't be back until weekend :-D
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LOVE LOVE LOVE

Abstract Art

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Hello everyone...

Just stopping by to share a quick post before I get to preparing for the new week ahead. Today, I decided to take a little look at abstract art. Abstract art can be described as a visual composition which can exist with a degree of independence from visual references in the world. I personally like the sense of mystery and thought that abstractness provokes, not only in visual arts but in writing as well. However, I have not committed my time to painting abstract pieces. Because of my undying love for nature, I have only done a few abstracts, one of which can be seen in my gallery.

As I was doing my search, I stumbled across a very nice website all about abstract art- paintings.name. This includes artists of abstract art as well as a historical timeline of abstract art. I do hope you enjoy.

Well, I'm off for now, most probably until the weekend. I trust that everybody will have a great week.

Cheers!!

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Abstract Art

Back At It!

♪Guess who's back? Back again? Well we're back so tell a friend♫

Hey Guys...

It's been forever since we've posted here. It's amazing how I started this blog because I had a lot of free time on my hands now have no time to blog because I've got a lot to do. Well... I really like blogging and don't wanna give it up so I'm back at it again. Let me just say now a very very happy and prosperous new year to all of you guys and I hope it has already begun on a good note :-).

As for me, nothing has changed here I'm still ever so curious about everything life has to offer and ever so excited about sharing my findings with you.... Hopefully I'll hae a year full of learning and you will too ;-).

Well, before I leave I would just like to share a story which my chemistry lecturer told on the first day of class this semester. It really had me thinking of what kind of person I was and how it is I can live a better life. It's never too late...(or too early) to change.. I hope that you enjoy this story....

How Do You Handle Adversity?

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life, and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it, and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first pot, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft. She then asked her to take the egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to smell and sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she smelled and tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What's the point, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity- boiling water-but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When trials and adversity knock on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a passive heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside, am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or, am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you become better and change the situation around you. When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate to another level?

Author Unknown

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Back At It!

Aesop

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Aesop was a slave and storyteller who lived in Ancient Greece between 620 and 560 B.C. He is best known, and well remembered for his fables. A fable is s a story, in prose or verse, that features animals, plants, inanimate objects, or forces of nature which are anthropomorphized (given human qualities), and that illustrates a moral lesson, which may at the end be expressed explicitly in a pithy maxim. In his lifetime, Aesop told many of these, which were later written and compiled into what we now know as Aesop's fables or Aesopica. These fables are commonly use to teach and instill values and morals and are especially used for children. Below is a copy of one of Aesop's Fables.

The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs

A man and his wife had the good fortune to possess a goose which laid a golden egg every day. Lucky though they were, they soon began to think they were not getting rich fast enough, and, imagining the bird must be made of gold inside, they decided to kill it. Then, they thought, they could obtain the whole store of precious metal at once; however, upon cutting the goose open, they found its innards to be like that of any other goose.

More about Aesop's Fables can be read here.
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Aesop

Beautiful September Morning

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Hi everyone,

It's a very beautiful day...a bit cold I must say, but I'm so excited to see this new day :). Well... I've just stopped by to share a little bit of poetry. Over the past few months I've developed a new love - science, and I have not been paying much attention to Literature but there are times when poetry is needed to help you just lighten up and relax. Today, I will share a more light-hearted poem. Laughter can never be enough, for that matter it is the best medicine. Do enjoy. :-)!

The Pig's Tale

Sir I was cooking my dinner
When I saw the neighbour's hog
Walk straight up to my cooking
And sniff it like a dog.

I warned that pig your honour
Your honour I warned that pig.
I told him to leave my dinner
But the pig was acting big.

I told him 'Dog eat your supper
If you eat my food tonight,
If you touch my fish and ackee
I promise you, I will fight.'

I continued to eat my dinner
I ignored the stupid pug
But the hog was hard of hearing
And he didn't care a fig.

I was going to get the flour
And I'd hardly turn around
When I heard a big commotion
And my pot was on the ground.

You can't imagine, your honour
How it must really feel
To see a 'hard-ears' shoat pug
Treating your dinner like peel!

I'd not have been so angry
If it had been a dog,
But i couldn't stand the thought
Of sharing dinner with a hog.

So, I rushed out in great anger
And I gave a mighty shout
I threw my wooden spoon at him,
It caught him on the snout.

Would you believe your honour,
That the hog look up and grunted,
Then he lay down and pretended
To be completely stunted?

So I thought he had a conscience
And in shame had hung his head.
But when I looked, your honour
The stupid pig was dead!

But as I said your honour
I warned the pig before.
I warned him once, I warned him twice.
I couldn't do much more!

A wise and clever judge therefore
Could not find it unfair
For me to clean and cook that pig
And eat him then and there.

And that's exactly what I did
It surely served him right
You can't ignore such warnings
And not expect a fight!

Just one more thing your honour
That pig was full of spite
For that pig made me suffer
From a belly-ache all night!

'Enough, enough, you've said enough
And silence in the court!'
His honour banged the table
To cut the laughter short.

'As i listened to you state your case
I understood your plight
But you have made one error
And so you can't be right.

That you had warned the creature
Is clear on every hand,
But why did you use a language
Which he did not understand?

To sum up, you took advantage
Of his inability
To comprehend a language
Which is plain to you and me.

The verdict then is 'Guilty" -
Yes, it is clear to me
That any wise or clever judge
Could not let you go free

Pay a fine of twenty dollars
Or sixty days in jail
Give the man a pig or money
Yes, sir, justice must prevail!'

There's a moral to the story
Don't forget it anytime
A pig is not a person
So don't cast your pearls on swine!
Grace Walker Gordon

Enjoy your day everybody!
Cheers!!

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Beautiful September Morning

The Melody of the SUN

Hey guys! Is there a possibility that the Sun could be trying to tell us something really important? maybe some indication of what the weather would be like, what rout to take to avoid the traffic, or perhaps, its mood lol! maybe it usually has a song on its mind hehe! I don't know. However, I found something really interesting that you guys could check out. A sound installation powered by solar energy. Hope you like it.



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The Melody of the SUN

A Brand New Day

Hey Guys,

Its always good to start off the day in the word of God. Today, I read one of my favourite chapters in the bible, one which always encourages me: Lamentations 3. In this chapter the author puts His trust and hope in Jesus, not because His life is sweet and dandy, for it is far from that. But because God has and always will be faithful. I hope this chapter will be a blessing to you as it is to me. :-)

Lamentations 3

Hope in the Lord’s Faithfulness

¹ I am the one who has seen the afflictions
that come from the rod of the Lord’s anger.
² He has led me into darkness,
shutting out all light.
³ He has turned his hand against me
again and again, all day long.

⁴ He has made my skin and flesh grow old.
He has broken my bones.
⁵ He has besieged and surrounded me
with anguish and distress.
⁶ He has buried me in a dark place,
like those long dead.

⁷ He has walled me in, and I cannot escape.
He has bound me in heavy chains.
⁸ And though I cry and shout,
he has shut out my prayers.
⁹ He has blocked my way with a high stone wall;
he has made my road crooked.

¹⁰ He has hidden like a bear or a lion,
waiting to attack me.
¹¹ He has dragged me off the path and torn me in pieces,
leaving me helpless and devastated.
¹² He has drawn his bow
and made me the target for his arrows.

¹³ He shot his arrows
deep into my heart.
¹⁴ My own people laugh at me.
All day long they sing their mocking songs.
¹⁵ He has filled me with bitterness
and given me a bitter cup of sorrow to drink.

¹⁶ He has made me chew on gravel.
He has rolled me in the dust.
¹⁷ Peace has been stripped away,
and I have forgotten what prosperity is.
¹⁸ I cry out, “My splendor is gone!
Everything I had hoped for from the Lord is lost!”

¹⁹ The thought of my suffering and homelessness
is bitter beyond words.^a]">[a]
²⁰ I will never forget this awful time,
as I grieve over my loss.
²¹ Yet I still dare to hope
when I remember this:

²² The faithful love of the Lord never ends!^b]">[b]
His mercies never cease.
²³ Great is his faithfulness;
his mercies begin afresh each morning.
²⁴ I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance;
therefore, I will hope in him!”

²⁵ The Lord is good to those who depend on him,
to those who search for him.
²⁶ So it is good to wait quietly
for salvation from the Lord.
²⁷ And it is good for people to submit at an early age
to the yoke of his discipline:

²⁸ Let them sit alone in silence
beneath the Lord’s demands.
²⁹ Let them lie face down in the dust,
for there may be hope at last.
³⁰ Let them turn the other cheek to those who strike them
and accept the insults of their enemies.

³¹ For no one is abandoned
by the Lord forever.
³² Though he brings grief, he also shows compassion
because of the greatness of his unfailing love.
³³ For he does not enjoy hurting people
or causing them sorrow.

³⁴ If people crush underfoot
all the prisoners of the land,
³⁵ if they deprive others of their rights
in defiance of the Most High,
³⁶ if they twist justice in the courts—
doesn’t the Lord see all these things?

³⁷ Who can command things to happen
without the Lord’s permission?
³⁸ Does not the Most High
send both calamity and good?
³⁹ Then why should we, mere humans, complain
when we are punished for our sins?

⁴⁰ Instead, let us test and examine our ways.
Let us turn back to the Lord.
⁴¹ Let us lift our hearts and hands
to God in heaven and say,
⁴² “We have sinned and rebelled,
and you have not forgiven us.

⁴³ “You have engulfed us with your anger, chased us down,
and slaughtered us without mercy.
⁴⁴ You have hidden yourself in a cloud
so our prayers cannot reach you.
⁴⁵ You have discarded us as refuse and garbage
among the nations.

⁴⁶ “All our enemies
have spoken out against us.
⁴⁷ We are filled with fear,
for we are trapped, devastated, and ruined.”
⁴⁸ Tears stream from my eyes
because of the destruction of my people!

⁴⁹ My tears flow endlessly;
they will not stop
⁵⁰ until the Lord looks down
from heaven and sees.
⁵¹ My heart is breaking
over the fate of all the women of Jerusalem.

⁵² My enemies, whom I have never harmed,
hunted me down like a bird.
⁵³ They threw me into a pit
and dropped stones on me.
⁵⁴ The water rose over my head,
and I cried out, “This is the end!”

⁵⁵ But I called on your name, Lord,
from deep within the pit.
⁵⁶ You heard me when I cried, “Listen to my pleading!
Hear my cry for help!”
⁵⁷ Yes, you came when I called;
you told me, “Do not fear.”

⁵⁸ Lord, you are my lawyer! Plead my case!
For you have redeemed my life.
⁵⁹ You have seen the wrong they have done to me, Lord.
Be my judge, and prove me right.
⁶⁰ You have seen the vengeful plots
my enemies have laid against me.

⁶¹ Lord, you have heard the vile names they call me.
You know all about the plans they have made.
⁶² My enemies whisper and mutter
as they plot against me all day long.
⁶³ Look at them! Whether they sit or stand,
I am the object of their mocking songs.

⁶⁴ Pay them back, Lord,
for all the evil they have done.
⁶⁵ Give them hard and stubborn hearts,
and then let your curse fall on them!
⁶⁶ Chase them down in your anger,
destroying them beneath the Lord’s heavens

Well there's a beautiful day ahead of me. There's lots that can be done but so little time to do so. I hope that everyone has a great day.

Cheers!!
Tunsie

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A Brand New Day

My latest artpiece

Quiet Beach by: Mystery Artist

Hi all! I am sure that you guys were wondering what has been going on with the artistic side of my life. the truth is, I have been so busy for the past few months with website developing and . However, last week, i took some time to put an art piece together for my friend who is no longer in the country. This friend will be getting married soon and I thought that I should send a wedding gift that would bring back memories. I had fun putting this work together. i at times had to put in some extra time at nights to get it done since I used up some of the daytime doing other recreational stuff such as fishing. My next art piece will be one that will take up a lot more of my time. I was hired to do a portrait of a centurion on a living room wall. i will let you guys know when i will be starting. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My latest artpiece

What We've Been Up To

Hi everyone!

Summer's finally here and although I still have to go to work, we've been blessed with great weather here - the perfect weather to bond with nature. That's indeed what we've been doing. It's a shame that we've been living in this beautiful place all our lives and have not yet seen half of its natural beauty. Well, its never to late to start! So far we've visited waterfalls, rivers, the beach and we have even been to an adventure park. It has been great. Here are a few photos of where we've been so far. I hope you all like them!




















































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What We've Been Up To

Endless love...

I live like I’m ok
With not having you in the ways
That I always wish I could
I pretend, when you’re with me
That I am filled with glee
Truth is I always long for something more…

I say that I love you with a grudge
Cause you don’t accept the true definition of my love
Even worse,
You don’t extend the same …

Yet still my love still remains
Evermore
You will always be my endless love…
Tunsie ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Endless love...

Some Poetry Fun

Hey guys,

Doing English Literature in high school, I came across some funny poetry. These somehow were brought back to mind to day and I'd like to share one with you. I hope you like it.

At the Theatre: To the Lady Behind me

Dear Madam, you have seen this play;
I never saw it till today.
You know the details of the plot,
But, let me tell you, I do not.
The author seeks to keep from me
The murderer's identity,
And you are not a friend of his
If you keep shouting who it is.
The actors in their funny way
Have several funny things to say,
But they do not amuse me more
If you have said them just before;
The merit of the drama lies,
I understand, in some surprise;
But the surprise must now be small
Since you have just foretold it all.
The lady you have brought with you
Is, I infer, a half-wit too,
But I can understand the piece
Without assistance from your niece.
In short, foul woman, it would suit
Me just as well if you were mute;
In fact, to make my meaning plain,
I trust you will not speak again.
And—-may I add one human touch?—-
Don't breathe upon my neck so much.
A P Herbert

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Some Poetry Fun

Short Stop

Hey Guys,

It has been just a little over a week since my computer has been down and life has taken a backward step for me; I really depend on my computer that much. So right now I'm just stepping in with a bit of poetry. Do enjoy!


I'm always right
You, whenever you agree with me
When you don't
You're WRONG
Even when you're right
You cannot be right
Because I'm always right

The car may be blue
But I'll call it black
Blue you say?
Can't Be
Because I'm always right
You disagree?
Then wrong you must be

What? I did something wrong you say?
It cannot be me
Because I do things just perfectly
You did not see it properly
Right I must be
I'm never wrong
That's Policy!

Tunsie

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Short Stop

May...

May your days be filled with laughter
May your heart no sorrow feel
May the sun not set on your anger
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May...

Droplet art

Photo: flickr user Gil Searcy

http://www.flickr.com/photos/gcsearcy/3579952582/

Hi all. Ever wondered why water seems to have such a calming and soothing quality? Sometimes, I take a short walk to the beach or river just to sit and listen to the sound of the waves as they constantly rush unto the shore or the sound of the stream as it runs between the rocks. Inspirational places to be.

Anyway, I stumbled upon an artist who really has a way with water and creates masterpieces using water droplets - Martin Waugh who lives in Portland

He uses high-speed photography to capture the beautiful shapes of liquid, a lot of which are whimsical in shape.

These images are sure to capture your attention as he uses a variety in size, speed, color and position of drops, and also the viscosity, and surface tension.

One of my favorites can be seen Here
Hope you enjoy the droplets LOL! take care.

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Droplet art

April is Almost Done...But Not Yet

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Hi Everyone,

April is already coming to an end and I just realized that I overlooked some things completely. The month of April was marked Alcohol Awareness Month, National Autism Awareness Month, National Occupational Therapy Month and National Parkinson's Awareness Month. I think we all need to have some awareness and concern of these things because we are or may be someday in one way or another affected by alcoholism and/or these diseases. I just wanted to share some links with you concerning each of these.

Alcohol Awareness Month is an opportunity to raise the awareness of alcohol abuse and encourage people to make healthy, safe choices. You can have a look at these links: Facts About Alcohol and Alcohol Abuse, How to Fight Against Alcohol Addictions.

National Autism Awareness Month seeks to highlight the growing need for concern and awareness for autism. National Autism Awareness month has been initiated and recognized by the Autism Society since the 1970's. Here are a few links: The Autism Society, Autism.

Occupational Therapy is therapy based on performing the meaningful activities of daily life (self-care skills, education, work, or social interaction), especially to enable or enhance participation in such activities despite impairments or limitations in physical or mental functioning. Take a look at this website: Occupational Therapy.

National Parkinson's Awareness Month aims at the development of concern and awareness for Parkinson's Disease. Feel free to visit this website: parkinson.org ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

April is Almost Done...But Not Yet

Rested and Ready to Move On

Hey Everyone,

I'm finally ready to continue the journey of how Literature has developed over the years. Yes, I did remember that I had started a journey. Well, after a long break, I'm refreshed and ready to dig back deep in the past and see what exactly transpired. I will of course be continuing where I left off - Sumerian Literature :-D. And, of course, there is a poem about continuing a journey ;-D... I hope you all like it.

The Journey Continued

Sat down at the river
For a minute or two
I was disoriented
Was lost and confused
Needed some refreshment
Some inspiration too

Got all I needed at the river
I was soothed from deep within
Everything all seemed clear now
A journey to start again...
Tunsie

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Rested and Ready to Move On

Crafty with leaves

Hi all!
I found this artist who really inspires me. Kazuo Akasaki. He really added to the way art was seen and explored the possibilities by including this natural element in his work. This artist Instead of using paint, creates an image by using leaves.
It is known that during the early years of his career as an artist, despite facing different financial problems, worked on his art while his family supported him. He was awarded the “Salon de Paris” at the 1986 Fine-arts Paris Exhibition of Japan.
It was after this that his art career began to be a success. He then opened a school to teach his techniques and also wrote books on his art form. He work is constructed of leaves only without the use of artificial colors.

here area few of his art pieces.









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Crafty with leaves

Just Some Poetry

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Hey everyone,

Recently I found out that a friend of mine had a great talent - writing poetry. Well, I have posted poems from quite a few different poets and I think that his would be a great addition to the group. Well, here goes. I hope you guys like this.

Tears

What are tears?
Are they a symbol of grief,
The sadness of that the hearts release,
In times of struggle & stress; does our body seek,
A way of comfort; a way to find peace.

As simple as it may seem to be,
It's often that you will see,
A river of tears down the cheeks,
With a smile as broad as the sea,
Of someone very, very happy.

Feelings of sadness; and cheer,
But can we stop there?
It's known that a waterfall of tears,
Can come from someone crying in fear,
That feeling of despair,
Whimpers; panic; terrifying screams fill the air.

It's so easy to cry when you're scared.

Tears may fall; when facing a beautiful ocean,
Tears may fall; when the spirit fills you during devotion
I could go on and on
But I think we all get the motion
Tears are our way of showing; pure emotion.
Dwayne Bellot

Well, I'm off for now!
Ciao
Tunsie ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Just Some Poetry

The Evolution of Calypso

Hey guys,

This is the continuation of he first calypso post. I'm so sorry for taking so long to complete it. Anyway there it goes.

Calypso has earned its place in history as the national folk song of Trinidad and Tobago and the music of the Caribbean after the emancipation of the slaves. However, even before emancipation there is evidence that the art form had begun its growth. It is suggested that West African Tribal songs were precursor to calypso and that calypso had its roots in the West African custom of griot court singing. The griots usually sang songs of praise and derision and were story tellers. It is said that calypso contains characteristics of these West African songs including:

• Percussion Rhythmic Beats
• Call and Response Pattern
• Extemporaneous Singing
• Satire
  

It is believed that these songs were introduced during the French settlement of the island of Trinidad. Gros Jean, an African slave, is reputed to have been the first calypsonian. In the early days, the songs were sung in patois, in the ex-tempo genre and usually involved colourful and aggressive language. There was also trading of insults among performers, a form called 'mepris', that later developed into the war calypsos.

Over the last century, calypso has spread throughout the Caribbean and around the world. The year 1914 was a milestone in the history of this great indigenous musical art form. This was the year that the first calypso recording was made by the Vincent Gramophone Company of New York. By the Second World War, the presence of the American service men in Trinidad and Tobago ensured that calypso was propelled even further into the international arena. It was also during this period that the first recording studios were established in Trinidad.

The late 1920's saw the rise of the first calypso tents. At that time, bamboo structures and tents were used as the venue for calyopsonians to practice and perform during the Carnival season. (Today, calypso tents are housed in more permanent structures and showcase the new music of the Carnival season.) By the next decade, the giants of calypso had begun their reign. Names such as Atilla the Hun, Lord Invader and Roaring Lion stood out, but there were many others who were also making an unforgettable contribution to calypso music. Aldwin Roberts, the Lord Kitchener proved to be one of the most prolific bards ever. He produced hundreds of calypsos from the 1940's until his death in 2001. 1956 saw the advent of the Mighty Sparrow with the now infamous and popular hit song Jean and Dinah. He followed this with many other memorable songs including Pay as You Earn, Federation, Ten to One is Murder, Mae Mae and Dan is the Man. He continues to record today.

The last thirty-five years has seen several changes in the calypso industry. Attempts have been made to encourage yearlong interest in calypso music by staging concerts outside of the carnival season, however, this has not always been successful. Consequently, many artists tour extensively, participating in the various carnivals around the world. The art form itself has changed, spawning subgroups such as soca, rapso, chutney soca and ragga soca. This blending of various rhythms has attracted a wider audience to the genre.

Today, some of the commentators suggest that the traditional form of calypso is dying, while others claim that it is simply evolving. Carnival historian, Errol Hill, believes that calypso has remained current and popular on the local scene, constantly changing to meet the needs of the population. He says that this is probably because that every season every calypso must offer at least two new songs. This relentless demand for new music keeps the songs topical and relevant but also places a great deal of pressure on the artist to provide quality material.

Here is one of the Mighty Sparrow's Calypsos


Here is an example of soca music which evolved from calypso


I'm off now
Bye
Tunsie ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Evolution of Calypso

April has Finally Begun

Hey everyone,

Just dropping by. April is finally here and I'm not sure why but I am very excited. Well, I remember that as a child I looked forward for April 1st to come, April Fools' Day. I am no longer excited now that I'm older but April 1st is still a wonderful day where everyone can by lighthearted, make jokes, just laugh around. I even remember a catchy little poem everyone used to say:

April Fools
Go to school
Tell your teacher she's a fool
If she beats you do not cry
Just take your bag and say goodbye

Well, I'm not sure if any student ever dared do that.

Anyway, I took some time on April Fools looking for where and how this day originated and several stories came up. You can have a look at them here.

Well, there's still much to be done so I guess I'm off
I hope that we are all already having a wonderful April ;)
Bye

Tunsie ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

April has Finally Begun