By Gerald Therrien “Come, let’s away to prison:We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness: so we’ll live,And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laughAt gilded butterflies, and hear poor roguesTalk of court news; and we’ll talk with them…
Category: drama
Germany’s Stockholm Syndrome and the Firing of Valery Gergiev
By Cynthia Chung “No, there is a limit to the tyrant’s power! When the oppressed man finds no justice, When the burden grows unbearable, he appeals with fearless heart to heaven, and thence brings down his everlasting rights, which there abide, inalienably his, and indestructible as stars themselves. The primal state of nature reappears, wherein man…
Beethoven’s Fidelio Plays out on a Modern Stage… in Belmarsh Prison
By Luc Trudel A recently posted video allows anyone to quietly visit the site where, a man, a good man, is prevented to live his life peacefully because he exercised one of his human rights. The video serves as a reminder of the disgraceful fact that Julian Assange has been held unjustly in UK’s Belmarsh…
Schiller’s Ghost Seer, Intelligence Methods and a Global Citizenry
A Study of Schiller’s The Ghost Seer By Cynthia Chung [The audio version of this article can be listened to here.] The Ghost Seer first appeared in several instalments in Schiller’s publication journal Thalia from 1787 to 1789, and was later published as a three-volume book. It was one of the most popular works of…
Mary Stuart and the Geopolitical Realities of 19th Century England
In this Rising Tide Foundation lecture, Nicholas Jones explores the universal method of analysis and transformative artistic composition of the great poet of freedom Friedrich Schiller. Nicholas begins by setting the stage of the period in time in which Schiller himself lived and worked. This was a late 18th century Europe clamoring for liberty from…
The Red Sky: A Parable
By Adam Sedia After crossing the Great Mountains, I saw before me, to the west, a vast and sprawling plain. Many great rivers crossed its fertile fields, teeming at that time of year with wheat and cotton. Yet it has no cities to speak of–only small villages scattered about. The simple folk of the foothills…