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Blackie Malone said:
That's why you should always read the label first.
Hey, -i- was willing to toss her in the cold, just to see the reaction, but nooo....
 
I'm haunted by genius.

I've had a stanza of Swinburne in my head for a week now. It wouldn't be half so bad if it didn't taunt me with his insane genius and positively ridiculous talent. It's like the whole musical meter of it is singing, "And the helpless heart of the horse confesses / Its broken lyre and barren flute." I don't know if I should pray for it to go and leave me in mediocre peace, or stay and torment me with visions.

Oh, stay. Better madness than silence. You're so damned good, Algernon.

Shanglan
 
BlackShanglan said:
I'm haunted by genius.

I've had a stanza of Swinburne in my head for a week now. It wouldn't be half so bad if it didn't taunt me with his insane genius and positively ridiculous talent. It's like the whole musical meter of it is singing, "And the helpless heart of the horse confesses / Its broken lyre and barren flute." I don't know if I should pray for it to go and leave me in mediocre peace, or stay and torment me with visions.

Oh, stay. Better madness than silence. You're so damned good, Algernon.

Shanglan
I have only just found the delights of Swinburne in "Dolores" :heart:
 
BlackShanglan said:
I'm haunted by genius.

I've had a stanza of Swinburne in my head for a week now. It wouldn't be half so bad if it didn't taunt me with his insane genius and positively ridiculous talent. It's like the whole musical meter of it is singing, "And the helpless heart of the horse confesses / Its broken lyre and barren flute." I don't know if I should pray for it to go and leave me in mediocre peace, or stay and torment me with visions.

Oh, stay. Better madness than silence. You're so damned good, Algernon.

Shanglan
*strokes*
 
Blackie Malone said:
I have only just found the delights of Swinburne in "Dolores" :heart:

I've got a stanza from the midst of Atalanta in Calydon. The "Hounds of Spring" section.

Shanglan
 
Blackie Malone said:
So much for the new pill that's supposed to make me sleep. :rolleyes:
Look into my... uh... well, not eyes. Look DEEP into part of choice.

You're getting sleepy. Veerrrry sleeeepyyyy...
 
Blackie Malone said:
Care to share?

The section as a whole is about the coming of spring; this is a stanza from the middle of it. The lines beginning with periods are meant to be indented, which I can't seem to do properly with this editor.

The full stream feeds on flower of rushes,
Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot,
The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes
....From leaf to flower and flower to fruit;
And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire,
And the oat is heard above the lyre,
And the hoof'ed heel of a satyr crushes
.....The chestnut husk at the chestnut root.

The thing with this stanza is ... between the alliteration, the rhyme scheme, the caesuras that come and go precisely as he bids them, the meter that constantly shifts and yet is somehow perfectly right and patterned, the ever-varying patterns of sound repetition, and the stunning control of speed and tension, it would take me half a day just to say what he's doing. How does a man get the vision and proficiency to imagine that and to execute it? I think I've done something clever when I find a meter that isn't a grotesque mis-match to my feeling - one meter, with which I plod carefully and stolidly through my poem. His meter is the most brilliant, exuberant, delightful thing I think I've ever seen. What I wouldn't give to have the talent to do that.

Shanglan
 
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