annundriel: ([spn] Dean)
Revisiting some of Lucille Clifton's poems while I'm waiting for The Big Bang Theory

I've always found her poems dealing with Creation and Lucifer interesting. So I am going to share one.

lucifer speaks in his own voice

sure as i am
of the seraphim
folding wing
so am i certain of a
graceful bed
and a soft caress
along my long belly
at endtime it was
to be
i who was called son
if only of the morning
saw that some must walk or all will crawl
so slithered into earth
and seized the serpent in
the animals i became
the lord of snake for
adam and for eve
i the only lucifer
created out of fire
illuminate i could
and so
illuminate i did

Dear LJ, stop futzing with spacing when I post poetry, you whore. :(
annundriel: ([misc] Books)
John Donne's "The Triple Fool" has been stuck in my head all week. I have no idea why. At least it's not Middle English. Love it though I do, I have the hardest time getting it out of there and it makes reading anything in modern English awkward.

Yes, I am quite odd.

The Triple Fool

I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny?
Then as th'earth's inward, narrow, crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain,
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increased by such songs;
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

I miss my Donne class. But not the research paper. I like being able to read the Holy Sonnets again and not have to worry about their order.
annundriel: ([merlin] Here Upon Earth)
For the last couple of days, I've had "The Wife of Bath's Tale" stuck in my head. The first seven lines are circling there like lyrics from a song. I guess I blame the Medieval Poetry Reading. Otherwise it would just be other bits of Chaucer making me crazy.

In th'olde dayes of the king Arthour,
Of which that Britons speken greet honour,
All was this land fulfild of fairye.
The elf-queene with her joly compaignye
Daunced ful ofte in many a grene mede.
This was the olde opinion, as I rede--
I spake of may hundred yeres ago.

But now kan no man seen none elves mo,
For new the grete charitee and prayers
Of limitours and othere hooly freres,
That serchen every lond and every streem
As thikke as motes in the sonne-beem,
Blessinge halles, chambres, kichenes, boures,
Citees, burghes, castels, hye toures,
Thropes, bernes, shipnes, daieryes.
This maketh that there been no fairyes.
For there as wont to walken was an elf
There walketh now the limitour himself,
In undermeles and in morweninges,
And seyth his matins and his hooly thinges
As he gooth in his limitacioun.
Wommen may go new saufly up and doun.
In every bussh or under every tree
There is noon oother incubus but he,
And he no wol doon hem but dishonour.

This is going to sound dirty, but I love the way Middle English feels in my mouth. For example, I really like the feel of "Arthour" and "As thikke as motes in the sonne-beem," among others. As well as this post's subject line. I don't know. I just like the way that it feels, the way my mouth has to work. And I love the resulting sound. This is why Chaucer in English will never ever be as great.

I miss Masculinity in the Middle Ages. And Chaucer. Oh, school.

(Note to self: Be careful with spellcheck when using Middle English.)
annundriel: ([office] Woo!)
Home from Spokane. I had a fabulous time. Saw [ profile] ginnith in the musical Hee Haw Hay Ride. She was two different hillbillies and a secretary/assistant in New York. The whole thing was hilarious and crazy and I got to play "Spot the Gay." Which I won. Go me.

I also went to Borders with one of Neesha's roommates and had lots of good food. Drinks and dessert at Twigs and pasta at Tomato Street. Tomato Street was great because they put paper down on the tables and provide crayons. We used the opportunity to write haikus, which she posted about here but I'm reposting for my own amusement.


Little Red Squiggle
So random and misshapen
For you, I giggle.


My ode to bacon:
You make other food worth eat-
ing. Crisp. Greasy. Yum.


Haikus are FUN! (Woo)
(Yay) Poetry and crayons!
Sweet. (But no rhyming.) (::sadface::)

"Oh, Tomato Street,"
they said, leaving, "so long and
thanks for all the fish."

I want to know if anyone will read them before the paper gets tossed and replaced. Or if anyone will get the Hitchhiker's reference.

And now I have SGA and True Blood to catch up with. And then How I Met Your Mother and Heroes to watch later. Why does my busy week have to be the one that has all (well, most) of the TV shows I'm interested in coming back? What's a girl to do?

Two Poems

May. 6th, 2008 11:32 pm
annundriel: (Freezing That Frame (dd))
Because I read an interview with Sherman Alexie in which he mentioned Lucille Clifton and I had to pick my copy of Blessing the Boats up again, here are two of her poems I enjoy. (Two more here.)

why some people be mad at me sometimes

they ask me to remember
but they want me to remember
their memories
and i keep on remembering


blessing the boats

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that


Mar. 23rd, 2008 06:14 pm
annundriel: (Hace Mucho Tiempo (pl))
Yesterday's Prairie Home Companion was aimed at kids. I missed the part in the show where they performed it, but I heard them mention this poem and it was something I hadn't thought about for several years. Which of course meant I had to look it up. I used to be able to recite this. Give me another five minutes I'd I'll be able to again.

And, actually, I little internet research shows that it's actually a book. But I've only ever known it as performed on radio.

"Mooses Come Walking" by Arlo Guthrie

Mooses come walking over the hill
Mooses come walking, they rarely stand still
When mooses come walking they go where they will
When mooses come walking over the hill

Mooses look into your window at night
They look to the left and they look to the right
The mooses are smiling, they think it's a zoo
And that's why the mooses like looking at you

So, if you see mooses while lying in bed
It's best to just stay there pretending you're dead
The mooses will leave and you'll get the thrill
Of seeing the mooses go over the hill
annundriel: (Running Up That Hill (sga))
Donne Blather )

Basically, what does it mean that the revised sequence (of 12) of the "Holy Sonnets" ends with:

Yet such are thy laws, that men argue yet
Whether a man those statues can fulfil.
None doth; but all-healing grace and spirit
Revive and quicken what law and letter kill.
Thy law's abridgement, and thy last command
Is all but love. Oh let that last will stand.

While Donne's original sequence ended with:

And as a robb'd man, which by search doth find
His stol'n stuff sold, must lose or buy'it again,
The son of glory came down and was slain,
Us whom he'd made, and Satan stole, to'unbind.
'Twas much that man was made like God before,
But, that God should be made like man, much more.

I think maybe I should take a break. If I don't, I might start making Donne puns again.

Although, hmm, interesting that the original sequence begins "Thou hast made me" and ends with "'Twas much that man was made like God before, / But, that God should be made like man, much more." Probably nothing there, but it's something to look at.


May. 2nd, 2007 03:45 pm
annundriel: (Echo (ats))
"One way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy." - Gustave Flaubert

We're just starting Madame Bovary in 19th Century French Novel. Today was (mostly) devoted to Flaubert background. We're supposed to respond to that quote by Monday.

Today in Donne we read and discussed the Elegy "Sappho to Philaenis," which I'm going to have to write out here because I like it so much. Part of the discussion had to do with the assumption that the poem is about two women and George Klawitter's argument that there's an ambiguity in the text because of the lack of definite pronouns and it could be about two men. Part of his argument being that the titles of Donne's poems aren't actually his titles. Someone else decided to call this "Sappho to Philaenis," so that's completely unhelpful.

Any way you read it, I think it's lovely.

Sappho to Philaenis )

I find the mood icon kind of funny. John has lasers in his eyes!
annundriel: (You a Bounty Hunter? (vm))
Got my Yeats analysis back today. A-. Didn't screw up like I thought I did with the "d'oh" moment in the first half. Yea.

Reading Seamus Heaney's poem "Digging" in class today made me miss the farm in summer.

Heroes returns tonight. Veronica Mars returns tomorrow. Woo. I'll be at work both nights (probably - I'm kind of thinking about getting a night off).

I'm really glad I bought Bones. Love everyone on it.

Have 1000-something lines to read in Troilus & Criseyde before ten tomorrow. Um. Not going to happen considering I start work in, oh, 12 minutes. Girl can dream, though, right?
annundriel: (The Floating City)
Waiting to be picked up.

Watching I Love the 80's 3-D - 1983 for, like, the third time.

The bad thing about reading fanfiction featuring Markham is that I know how it is inevitably going to end. :(

So, um, have a poem. Or two.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

-- Sara Teasdale, "There Will Come Soft Rains"

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

-- Sara Teasdale, By the Sea. "I Thought of You"

Le Sigh

Jun. 3rd, 2005 12:29 am
annundriel: (Default)
Two more days of classes. One more week of this quarter. Thank goodness.

Had to go watch W;t for Intertextuality. It's a great film, though very emotionally taxing. Even though I've seen it multiple times, it still affects me. It was actually my first introduction to John Donne, whom I love. And because of W;t, Sonnet x (VI in the play) has always been one of my favorites.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou are not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then they stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die.

Anyway, I got back from the film and cried for a bit. Then Natasha and I practiced our Spanish skit for tomorrow and I moved on to watching Stronge Bad E-mail and now Sean of the Dead is playing in the background. Meanwhile, I can't frelling wait for this week to be over. This week and this quarter. I *need* a break. I want to go home and do nothing and not be bothered and just *relax* for a week. (Well, relax and help take care of Dad.)

In film news, there is now a trailer out for the new Pride & Prejudice that is "coming soon." Apparently in September I hear. OMG, I'm so excited. I think it's going to be good. They show part of the first proposal and Darcy looks like his heart is breaking. I hate to say it, because it's practically blasphemy to P&P fans, but I could see myself liking this Darcy, or the Darcy I see in the trailer, better than Colin Firth's Darcy. In Matthew MacFadyen's Darcy there just seems to be something more...melancholy. According to the people RoP, MM saw Darcy as "a young man who's lost, who's grieving for his parents and has this huge responsibility of running the house and looking after his sister - which is construed as hauteur and arrogance. People are usually only haughty because of fear." And, y'know, I can go for that. Darcy's arrogant because he thinks his slightly better than people, and then is even more arrogant because it's a defense mechanism to keep people from really bothering him about any of it. Hey, it's an interpretation. More than CF's Darcy, the one in the trailer really seems like the type of man who even a small smile would mean worlds from. I just...want to wrap him up and give him tea.

At this moment, I don't care if it's faithful to the novel and the time period or not. It looks good. And MM looks like he's going to be a great Darcy that I can get behind. Besides, I did end up loving the most recent Mansfield Park.

But I want to see it *now*.
annundriel: (Default)
Intertextuality is possibly the first time I've had a class and have not spent at least 15 minutes (all together) glancing at the clock. Today I didn't even think about the time until it was practically over. Love it.

We've moved on to John Donne. I love Donne.

The Apparition. )

Heh. So funny.

Also really like the Lucille Clifton poetry we've read.

the story thus far )

We looked at her Lucifer/Creation story related poems and they're all very provocative. I really like these re-workings of the Creation story. I may even have to (re-)read Paradise Lost.

I also like Clifton's Superman poems. I was going to say "particularly this one" in regards to the one behind the cut, but now that I look at all of them, that's not entirely true.

note, passed to superman )

I think I'm going to use her series of poems about Lazarus from my pretext analysis paper.


Spent yesterday re-watching my SGA tapes. Stopped partway through "Letters From Pegasus." I love that episode, like, a lot. Think I finally figured out the movement of the Ancients that had me confused for a bit. (Earth --> get sick --> Pegasus --> get Wraith --> back to Earth.) At least I think I get it now.

Gotta go to Theology. Wonder if we'll talk about the new Pope...?


Apr. 7th, 2005 01:17 am
annundriel: (Eh? (sg-1))
Reading The Waste Land for Intertextuality.

::scratches head::



annundriel: (Default)
I actually really enjoyed Brit Lit today. Joy!

We read three poems by Robert Browning out-loud and discussed them. I'd already read My Last Duchess in high school and luckily that was the last one we did instead of the first. The first one we read was Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister. I liked that. But the one I really liked? Porphyria's Lover.

Has anyone else read Prophyria's Lover though? Because *wow*. It's a great poem, made even greater, IMO, but the one moment of "bwah?!?" about two-thirds through. It's probably a very strange thing for me to be so taken with this poem, but it has really captured my imagination with the tone and the words and the way it begins in medias res.

When I googled it to find the test online, the second link came up with Scott McCloud's graphic approach to the poem. Look, Kasey! He's *everywhere*! He even has his own website. (Doesn't everybody?) Oh Scott, you strange man, go buy new flannel.


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