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03-18-2009, 08:20 PM | #22 (permalink) |
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Not for that city of the level sun,
Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze, the shadeless sleepless city with white days, white nights, or nights and days that are as one- we weary when all is said all thought all done. we strain our eyes beyond this dusk to see, what from the threshold of eternity we shall step into. No i think we shun the splendor of that everlasting glare, the clamour* of that never-ending song. And if anything we greatly long,it is for some remote and quiet stair which winds to silence and a space of sleep too sound for waking and for dreams too deep. i thought it would be cool to try it like this, so it wasn't clumped together in a great Pangaea of poetry, but continued on and on like stairs might. . .i dunno if you think it sucks as compared to veridical fiction's, but i thought i would give revision a whirl. i dont mean to butcher your work of art if it seems that is what i've done *you're british, i assume by the spelling?
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03-18-2009, 08:37 PM | #23 (permalink) |
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Also an interesting rewrite...i like the concept of it "continuing like stairs" that is great, and well suited to the free form ideas as they were originally conveyed. I still think that Veridical Fiction version scans better, especially if it were put to music, but i think that darks re write may have hit closer to the original feel and intent of the work.....I would love to hear th authors opinion of these interpretations...i'd be pleased and flatters that people had thought enough of my work to put so much thought and effort into it....great job all...
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03-18-2009, 08:42 PM | #24 (permalink) |
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Wow ! that is a very interesting interpretation....i really like the concept of havint it "continue on and on like stairs might" I think that Veridical Fiction's re-write scans better, and would probably be better if put to music, but darkcornerinthecloset's interpeteation really captures the free low and mood of the original better, i think. I would love to hear what the author thinks of these interpetations. I know that i would be pleased and flattered if people had put so mush time and thought into responding to sonething that i had written. Great work by all of you, and I look forward to seeing more....
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03-18-2009, 08:42 PM | #25 (permalink) |
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Dark,
You have to realize that poetry needs to have some kind of rhythm. If you break it up by going to another line after only typing two words, you need to make sure those words have enough syllables to carry the line. Each line needs to carry into the next one so that there aren't any unnatural pauses. For instance, you wrote: Not for that city of the level sun, Its golden streets It feels better if you would have done this: Not for that city of the level sun, And its golden streets By adding "and" or by adding any one syllable word, you give that line a sense of rhythm. You can get a sense of the rhythm by counting the words and just saying one thing: da da da da da da da da da da da da (and here is the needed pause) It doesn't sound right if it's: da da da da da da da da da da I'm using that as an example but there are more syllables in the first line than the "da"s represent. But the way you say the two syllable words fall off the tongue quick enough to keep the word as a single unit. I hope you understand what I'm talking about. P.S. I'm not British.
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03-19-2009, 03:10 AM | #26 (permalink) |
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Glass doll
Verse:
your glass doll bleeds your name in your empty rooms on the panes she has scratched your name she sits in the window laughing at the moon. chorus: rocking chair rocking chair do you hear footsteps on the empty stair do you rock back and forth to the screams of a dead childs unanswered prayer verse: your glass doll planted glass flowers your fragrance invades her glass dreams in the dolls head we can see your last hours glass friends scream your final screams bridge: the glass doll rocks in the chair searching for a final prayer. the glass doll rocks in the chair searching for a final prayer. Verse: your glass doll sleeps on your grave glass friends lay glass reefs they smash with the real grief from the frenzied winds that rave. |
03-19-2009, 07:44 PM | #28 (permalink) |
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PS, not you, moondust--shes the one who originally wrote it. anyway, i didnt want to add any words because i dont want to impose on the literacy bit of her poem; it was very well done and i didnt want my inadequacy to ruin it. hahaha
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03-23-2009, 11:02 AM | #29 (permalink) |
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Incarnation
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I dialled the rain for my incarnations i wore the sky like a cosmic helmet the sun and moon projected and directed me towards all points of the compass chorus: in the west i became a hive for the bees in the east i became soil for the trees in the north i was whispered into existence by a birds ecstatic caroling in the south i sang the earths song a song nobody heard, nobody heard verse: shifting holograms held a seance with the seasons and these incarnations multiplied i received an unearthly frequency that was sanctified chorus: in the west i became a hive for the bees in the east i became soil for the trees in the north i was whispered into existence by a birds ecstatic caroling in the south i sang the earths song a song nobody heard, nobody heard bridge: my inner and outer universes met with every earthly turn thoughts once idle burned i recieved an earthly frequency and composed an incantation with the earth |
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