TS Heavy Hitters Poll #1: Yeats vs. Shakespeare

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interesting that nobody talks abt shakespeare ITT anymore, interesting and telling imo Yeats in the long run at a canto imo

― post you had fecund thoughts about (darraghmac), Thursday, April 9, 2015 11:39 PM (5 months ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

*folds arms, raises eyebrows at shakespeare*

no way of comparing...

i was gonna read Deidre, one of the plays, this week.

I'm easily riled but It's been a while since I've seen something that's riled me this much. This is an object lesson on hot to not read a great poem. And how to dress badly to boot. What on earth is she doing?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0VuBD-yxVI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPB_17rbNXk

I've already had that misfortune^. Not the whole thing, obviously.

"Watch this video on youtube. Playback on other sites has been disabled by this owner"

Think I've seen Shaw read Shakespeare on TV. That's when you know your voice is the best voice.

I know not what the younger dreams --
Some vague Utopia -- and she seems,
When withered old and skeleton-gaunt,
An image of such politics.

I read a page of a yeats short story aloud yesterday and jeez there was a guy who needed the breaks forced onto him. Rhythm and cadence was there but sentences were running sevenclause deep.

yet his Autobiographies is beautiful, and so is a meditational reverie called "Per Amica Silentia Lunae."

I dont doubt it, the 'aloud' part was what caused me the problems.

anyone read yeats' plays? the collection i've got has "calvary" and "purgatory"

Yes. Read The Words Upon the Windowpane for realistic drama, Purgatory in his spare Noh phase.

oh these are super short too

A Deep-sworn Vow

OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

ughhhh

stop soul-reading me, WBY

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Always enjoyed the hints of malice/goes in that one

/glee

The entire social concept of friendzoning justified in the most beautiful whines imaginable

The leaden echo and the golden echo is the best poem

the boss just made a reference to "the second coming", you know the "slouching towards bethlehem" bit. "we've all been slouching towards bethlehem a little bit". it wasn't an allusion that was cleaving closely to the original - she was emphasizing the slouching towards something, there was no hint of apocalypse. a co-worker piped in "that was christmas"

haha

Dreamt recently I made an illustrated small book of Wandering Aengus which ended with the Flammarion engraving for the final 2 lines.

“I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace,
For people die and die
And after cried he, “God forgive!
My body spake, not I!”

This one is a bit cheesy but it does remain one of the few poems I still know by heart (and can rattle off primary school style too).