Bah! This is a books board, not a sci-fi board. We can discuss all prose, why not poetry?
Legolas Send a noteboard - 01/02/2012 09:28:23 PM
I was hoping the Unknown Goddess would tempt some in, it is kind of a fantastical name. Rhyming poetry is on the out and out these days, I went to a concert that featured some of Queens College's Poetry students (seriously, people getting MA's in poetry ... I can't really talk I'm getting one in music composition 
' /> ). No rhyming, Some of them used recognizable structure but a lot were hard to pin down.
' /> ). No rhyming, Some of them used recognizable structure but a lot were hard to pin down. Yeah, it seems like it's that way with most artistic university programs... do something that's out of fashion, and you're going to have a tough time of it. It's all fine and dandy to cleverly phrase ideas and have beautiful combinations of words, but it's still a lot more impressive if you can do that *and* stick to the rigid demands of a meter or rhyming pattern, or both.
I'm such a conservative when it comes to poetry though, I like my more rigid forms and structure.
Same here. Though I've always felt like I was a bit shallow in my poetry tastes... I'm the kind of guy who only remembers the catchiest lines of most poems, and all.
The Splendour Falls is a good Tennyson poem too. 
Hm, not his best, imho... I guess the subject matter is a little too vague and too description-y for my taste (but then, I'm not a musician
). In Memoriam A.H.H. blew me away because it had beauty as well as content. The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O hark, oh hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from hill and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Three composers have set that to music, Britten's is the most famous because it's part of this Horn, Tenor, Orchestra piece that's relatively famous.
Can't say I've heard it, but then I know very little classical music, and still less modern classical music. At least I've heard *of* Britten.
The Unknown Goddess - Humbert Wolfe
- 24/01/2012 06:48:27 AM
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I don't know why nobody replied to this - I really liked those poems.
- 26/01/2012 08:56:30 PM
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Well, Poetry review on a sci-fi website.
- 01/02/2012 05:29:03 AM
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Bah! This is a books board, not a sci-fi board. We can discuss all prose, why not poetry?
- 01/02/2012 09:28:23 PM
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