#village

I want to turn the clock back to when people lived in small villages and took care of each other. ↗

— Pete Seeger

#care #clock #each #i #lived

I began when I was a child, because I was born and grew up in a little village. And many people ride the horses. So, it was a big - it has been a big passion for me. ↗

— Andrea Bocelli

#been #began #big #born #child

In that sense, I became politicized because the people in the coal mining villages who were involved in the struggle knew why they were there. But they couldn't understand why some pop star from London would want to be there. ↗

— Billy Bragg

#because #coal #i #involved #knew

In the globalized world that is ours, maybe we are moving towards a global village, but that global village brings in a lot of different people, a lot of different ideas, lots of different backgrounds, lots of different aspirations. ↗

— Lakhdar Brahimi

#backgrounds #brings #different #different backgrounds #different people

I had rather be first in a village than second at Rome. ↗

— Julius Caesar

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If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; if you would know, and not be known, live in a city. ↗

— Charles Caleb Colton

#know #known #live #village #would

Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs. ↗

— George Armstrong Custer

#bring #come #packs #quick #village

I first heard African drum rhythms and chants at the movies. Then, when I had the opportunity to go to Africa and visit the villages, I heard the real, raw, true rhythms and realised the origins of the old Negro spirituals I grew up with in the South. ↗

— Isaac Hayes

#african #drum #first #go #grew

It was so much fun being in the Olympic Village and meeting all the athletes. ↗

— Jordyn Wieber

#being #fun #meeting #much #olympic

… the countryside and the village are symbols of stability and security, of order. Yet they are also, as I have noted, liminal spaces, at a very narrow remove from the atavistic Wild. Arcadia is not the realm even of Giorgione and of Claude, with its cracked pillars and thunderbolts, its lurking banditti; still less is it Poussin’s sun-dappled and regularised realm of order, where, although the lamb may be destined for the altar and the spit, all things proceed with charm and gravity and studied gesture; least of all is it the degenerate and prettified Arcady of Fragonard and Watteau, filled with simpering courtier-Corydons, pallid Olympians, and fat-arsed putti. (It is only family piety that prevents me from taking a poker to an inherited coffee service in gilt porcelain with bastardised, deutero-Fragonard scenes painted on the sides of every damned thing. Cue Wallace Greenslade: ‘… “Round the Horne”, with Marie Antoinette as the dairymaid and Kenneth Williams as the manager of the camp-site….’) No: Arcadia is the very margin of the liminal space between the safe tilth and the threatening Wild, in which Pan lurks, shaggy and goatish, and Death proclaims, from ambush, et in Arcadia ego. Arcadia is not the Wide World nor the Riverbank, but the Wild Wood. And in that wood are worse than stoats and weasels, and the true Pan is no Francis of Assisi figure, sheltering infant otters. The Wild that borders and penetrates Arcady is red in tooth and claw. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#pastoral #village-life #wilderness #wildness #death