Found an interesting fact about Byron

[Byron In Exile]

It was REALLY bad.

Tell me about it.

Timothy Powers using his name in vain in "The Stress of Her Regard" didn't help.

I don't know about that.

My exposure to him is entirely tangential. Anything...erm...short, so I can get through it without wanting to die of consumption in order to escape?

Lol.

Nothing short with Lord Byron, I'm afraid. Ever get on the roller-coaster at the amusement park and then suddenly realize you're on for the whole ride?

And the last turn totally tears you up, but then, after you're off, you think... damn. That was awesome. I want to do that again.

That's George Gordon, Lord Byron.

 

[Byron In Exile]

But he's not trying to make a living out of being interesting. Not like you're trying to make a living out of being amusing.

He has nothing to offer. Sad, but true.

 

[Byron In Exile]

My exposure to him is entirely tangential. Anything...erm...short, so I can get through it without wanting to die of consumption in order to escape?

I'd say start here.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=194191

That's when he left his wife, his daughter, his Lordship, and England, forever.

Start there.

 

[HB1965]

I couldn't even make it through "Gothic" and if I can't watch something with Gabriel Byrne and Julian Sands in it...it's that bad.

You should watch Haunted Summer then. Very interesting film

 

[Byron In Exile]

You should watch Haunted Summer then. Very interesting film

After the abortion we know as "Gothic," you'll really need to pitch this one.

"Very interesting" won't do.

 

[Ishmael]

He has nothing to offer. Sad, but true.

The saddest part is that I've given him at least a half hours material right out of Mort Saul and he can't put his partisonship aside enough to take the material, flesh out the content and work on the delivery.

He's become a tool.

Ishmael

 

[Recidiva]

I'd say start here.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=194191

That's when he left his wife, his daughter, his Lordship, and England, forever.

Start there.

I like it.

Musical.

Yeah, sorta boy band, but in that sort away that you find yourself tapping your toes despite yourself.

Overwrought and underwrought at the same time.

 

[Recidiva]

You should watch Haunted Summer then. Very interesting film

Oh holy crap. Philip Anglim. There's a name I haven't heard since adoring him in Thorn Birds and Elephant Man.

That's headed to my queue.

It's hard to get Alice Krieg and Eric Stoltz to take secondary billing, but that'd do it for me. Had SUCH a crush on that dude. SUCH A CRUSH.

can't..find..on...blockbuster.com...

/commit suicide

 

[Recidiva]

After the abortion we know as "Gothic," you'll really need to pitch this one.

"Very interesting" won't do.

To tell the blunt truth, it's the endless "intellectual" arguments that go around passing as intelligence when people just want to fuck and get high and somehow justify it as moral or right or rebellion or anything other than "I just want to fuck and get high."

The themes about eternal life and blah, blah, blah...also seem silly to me.

But fun. Sometimes, when handled with a sense of humor, which it didn't seem like these guys actually had.

I can't get through Frankenstein.

 

[Byron In Exile]

The saddest part is that I've given him at least a half hours material right out of Mort Saul and he can't put his partisonship aside enough to take the material, flesh out the content and work on the delivery.

He's become a tool.

He's not reading anything. He just comes by now and then to take pot shots at people who've wounded him in the past.

He never did read much, come to think of it...

Anyway, there are ghosts here who don't really interact.

He appears to be one of those.

 

[Ishmael]

He's not reading anything. He just comes by now and then to take pot shots at people who've wounded him in the past.

He never did read much, come to think of it...

Anyway, there are ghosts here who don't really interact.

He appears to be one of those.

Damn good thing he's in 'touch with the common man' then. Probably hangs out at Penn station.

Ishmael

 

[Byron In Exile]

To tell the blunt truth, it's the endless "intellectual" arguments that go around passing as intelligence when people just want to fuck and get high and somehow justify it as moral or right or rebellion or anything other than "I just want to fuck and get high."

The themes about eternal life and blah, blah, blah...also seem silly to me.

But fun. Sometimes, when handled with a sense of humor, which it didn't seem like these guys actually had.

I can't get through Frankenstein.

Are you still talking about the movie "Gothic," or something else?

 

[Recidiva]

Are you still talking about the movie "Gothic," or something else?

The events that inspired Gothic and Haunted Summer and were the premise in "The Stress of Her Regard"

I sorta consider these guys the Pink Floyd of their time. Best consumed while high or realizing the artist is entirely zonked out of their skulls and they're seeing pretty colors I don't see.

 

[Byron In Exile]

The events that inspired Gothic and Haunted Summer and were the premise in "The Stress of Her Regard"

I sorta consider these guys the Pink Floyd of their time. Best consumed while high or realizing the artist is entirely zonked out of their skulls and they're seeing pretty colors I don't see.

Well, "Gothic" is trash and I don't know "The Stress of Her Regard."

I guess you don't like Pink Floyd.

Perhaps we should just do away with art and music and just be about our chores until we die?

 

[Recidiva]

Well, "Gothic" is trash and I don't know "The Stress of Her Regard."

I guess you don't like Pink Floyd.

Perhaps we should just do away with art and music and just be about our chores until we die?

I'm not attempting to insult Byron. I'm illustrating mostly why my attitude and his differ. Why there are certain types of art that set my teeth on edge. I'm really not sure if Byron qualifes, but so far he doesn't speak to me in the way other artists speak to me. I see a great deal of pain, but I don't see beauty.

I see glorifying pain and suffering and not ever making an attempt to come out of it, just trying to dig in deeper.

I prefer "Impromptu" if we're talking portrayals of self-obsessed artists. I've also hung out with enough self-obsessed artists to not find them particularly fascinating or interesting.

I love art and music and I even love chores, they all have their place and I get to respond to the art and music and chores that appeal to me and give me something that's there for me, not something that's just there to make me feel sorry for Lord Byron.

I love Pink Floyd. But I prefer Oingo Boingo.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I'm not attempting to insult Byron. I'm illustrating mostly why my attitude and his differ. Why there are certain types of art that set my teeth on edge. I'm really not sure if Byron qualifes, but so far he doesn't speak to me in the way other artists speak to me. I see a great deal of pain, but I don't see beauty.

I see glorifying pain and suffering and not ever making an attempt to come out of it, just trying to dig in deeper.

I prefer "Impromptu" if we're talking portrayals of self-obsessed artists. I've also hung out with enough self-obsessed artists to not find them particularly fascinating or interesting.

I love art and music and I even love chores, they all have their place and I get to respond to the art and music and chores that appeal to me and give me something that's there for me, not something that's just there to make me feel sorry for Lord Byron.

I love Pink Floyd. But I prefer Oingo Boingo.

The last thing Lord Byron would want is pity. That's probably where the misunderstanding is.

He articulated the spirit of the Romantic era better than Shelley or Keats.

But, if you don't read what he wrote, then you just have to make do with the rumors.

 

[Recidiva]

The last thing Lord Byron would want is pity. That's probably where the misunderstanding is.

He articulated the spirit of the Romantic era better than Shelley or Keats.

But, if you don't read what he wrote, then you just have to make do with the rumors.

I did read what he wrote.

I dunno, maybe it's his use of the word fling.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I did read what he wrote.

I dunno, maybe it's his use of the word fling.

Well, misuse of the word "fling" has caused me to fling entire books into the trash on occasion, so I can understand dismissing the entirety of a poet's works on that basis.

 

[Recidiva]

Well, misuse of the word "fling" has caused me to fling entire books into the trash on occasion, so I can understand dismissing the entirety of a poet's works on that basis.

Damn that word!

If I do not have the brain palate to appreciate Byron, I accept that. I'm not gonna fake it though just to sound like I'm well rounded.

I have very sharp edges that have resisted rounding for a long while.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Damn that word!

If I do not have the brain palate to appreciate Byron, I accept that. I'm not gonna fake it though just to sound like I'm well rounded.

I have very sharp edges that have resisted rounding for a long while.

Keep them, and keep them sharp.

This is what makes Lord Byron's poetry so good. Gradually, you begin to understand how his sharp edges match your sharp edges. And in that is the key to understanding everyone else's sharp edges.

Don't ever strive to be "well-rounded," without sharp edges. That's like wanting to be dead, and makes you of no use in the world.

I know, long poems are tiresome in this day and age. They're old. They were written when there was no Internets, no television, no electricity, no hot and cold running water. If you wanted to hear any music, you had to get some friends together who knew how to play instruments. Lord Byron and Shelley were as big in their day with the youth of their time as the Beatles were in the 1960's. You might go to a symphony concert on occasion, or a play, but on your own, your only entertainment was to read.

Nowadays, reading is considered tedious. And for good reason. Why read and try to picture anything in one's mind, when one can push a button and have it all delivered: dialogue, action, music, special effects, etc... reading is quite boring compared to that. But then, we now have an entire generation coming up that never experienced reading. They've been brought up on Xbox and Playstation. I grew up on novels. Maybe they have some skills I don't, like how to work a joystick or whatever, but I know I have some skills that they don't. Like, how to read an epic poem and enjoy it.

But, I'm not saying that reading contributes any more to the common good than knowing how to work a joystick. If the collected writings of the last five thousand years were heaped into a pile and burned, most people probably would not know the difference. Entertainment being as advanced as it is now, nobody really cares about any of that, and the rest is work.

Just try not to be "well-rounded." That's another way of saying "filed down."

 

[Recidiva]

Keep them, and keep them sharp.

This is what makes Lord Byron's poetry so good. Gradually, you begin to understand how his sharp edges match your sharp edges. And in that is the key to understanding everyone else's sharp edges.

Don't ever strive to be "well-rounded," without sharp edges. That's like wanting to be dead, and makes you of no use in the world.

I know, long poems are tiresome in this day and age. They're old. They were written when there was no Internets, no television, no electricity, no hot and cold running water. If you wanted to hear any music, you had to get some friends together who knew how to play instruments. Lord Byron and Shelley were as big in their day with the youth of their time as the Beatles were in the 1960's. You might go to a symphony concert on occasion, or a play, but on your own, your only entertainment was to read.

Nowadays, reading is considered tedious. And for good reason. Why read and try to picture anything in one's mind, when one can push a button and have it all delivered: dialogue, action, music, special effects, etc... reading is quite boring compared to that. But then, we now have an entire generation coming up that never experienced reading. They've been brought up on Xbox and Playstation. I grew up on novels. Maybe they have some skills I don't, like how to work a joystick or whatever, but I know I have some skills that they don't. Like, how to read an epic poem and enjoy it.

But, I'm not saying that reading contributes any more to the common good than knowing how to work a joystick. If the collected writings of the last five thousand years were heaped into a pile and burned, most people probably would not know the difference. Entertainment being as advanced as it is now, nobody really cares about any of that, and the rest is work.

Just try not to be "well-rounded." That's another way of saying "filed down."

I'm not sure there's that much of a dichotomy for me. It's like loving greasy takeout burgers AND knowing how to slave over a Beef Wellington or some such.

There's a place for everything. I have lots of online and game skills too.

There's tradition and modern and there's bits of tradition that don't suit my taste, though I try them, and bits of modern that don't suit my taste, though I try them.

I wouldn't want to do without books...ever. Neither would my daughter and she's as connected as you can get. But she loves Shakespeare just as much as I do...she also digs Twilight and Harry Potter. She's much more poetic than I am. And she wants to be an English teacher and travel the world teaching English in countries and also soaking in what they've got going in their culture.

I just don't think that all things that are deemed classic - recipes or art - are my thing. And not all things that are supposed to rot my brain, do so either. I have to try it to find out. Maybe I just have enough brain to not mind wasting it now and again for fun.

Good book you can check out too - "Everything Bad Is Good For You" by Steven Johnson

 

[Byron In Exile]

I see glorifying pain and suffering and not ever making an attempt to come out of it, just trying to dig in deeper.

Perhaps he's simply glorifying life. Accepting it for what it is. Analyzing it. Finding out why it is that we continue to endure it.

But you concentrate on the pain and suffering, because those are things you're trying to make go away. And then you say, "oh, this is so negative. I want to hear about unicorns and rainbows." That's great for children. Adults can embrace reality, I think. Even the unpleasant parts of it.

When John Keats died, Lord Byron at least stopped berating him. He seemed remorseful, even. Shelley was crushed. He wrote a poem, "Adonais," and I intend to post the last part of it.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I'm not sure there's that much of a dichotomy for me. It's like loving greasy takeout burgers AND knowing how to slave over a Beef Wellington or some such.

There's a place for everything. I have lots of online and game skills too.

There's tradition and modern and there's bits of tradition that don't suit my taste, though I try them, and bits of modern that don't suit my taste, though I try them.

I wouldn't want to do without books...ever. Neither would my daughter and she's as connected as you can get. But she loves Shakespeare just as much as I do...she also digs Twilight and Harry Potter. She's much more poetic than I am. And she wants to be an English teacher and travel the world teaching English in countries and also soaking in what they've got going in their culture.

I just don't think that all things that are deemed classic - recipes or art - are my thing. And not all things that are supposed to rot my brain, do so either. I have to try it to find out. Maybe I just have enough brain to not mind wasting it now and again for fun.

Good book you can check out too - "Everything Bad Is Good For You" by Steven Johnson

You're up to this. I'll check out Johnson.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep —
He hath awakened from the dream of life —
'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings. — We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

 

[Byron In Exile]

He has outsoared the shadow of our night;
Envy and calumny and hate and pain,
And that unrest which men miscall delight,
Can touch him not and torture not again;
From the contagion of the world's slow stain
He is secure, and now can never mourn
A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain;
Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn,
With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.