All posts tagged: Poetry

Prologue to a Fairy Tale…

There’s a path, somewhere – out there – that leads away from the land we’re accustomed to. To some, it leads to a new job, or school. For others, it’s a previously unknown book by a beloved author, or perhaps discovering new music. But the way is clear. And, it appears, it’s only you who recognize it for what it is. Others may go with you, but they won’t see it. A barely discernible track in the wilderness. A footpath, leading onward, and upward… The road into the Land of Fairy. Advertisements

More Cheese…

I had replied to a commenter on my post yesterday on Cheese (with a capital ‘C’, because Cheese is very important), with an attempt to bring all the wondrous glory that is cheese (oops… I mean Cheese) into a poem, of sorts… That attempt, such as it is, is as follows: Would the Bard work as hard on a poem about Cheese, If the Cheese smacked of chard, and was hard, if you please? A bit Seussicallian, to coin a word, and to give my poor efforts entirely too much credit by association. Surely, I thought, (I really hate it when I refer to myself as Shirley… even in my own head…) I say, I thought, surely I could do better than that!

Music and the Masters…

  “Music is not a conversation, any more than Poetry is. It is a goad: at times a whip – at others a leash. You may rail against the stick, and cry out for justice, for freedom; but when have you – in all your burning desire for the releasing – when have you created anything half as glorious as that which the least of the Masters created from within their imprisonment?” EJ Liederstein

Music, and moods.

A person online, in a question about their favorite music, had this to say: “Music […] is universal language. Music unites moral, emotional and esthetical spheres of mankind. Music is the language of feelings. Our feelings can be different, and depending on what feelings I have, I choose music that I listen to. I can listen to almost all music types – from classic to rock.” But surely this misses the point. Choosing your music based upon your moods is like choosing your future spouse based upon the amount of traffic you encountered on the way to work, or choosing your cell phone plan based upon the relative humidity and what that does to your hair. Choosing your music based upon your moods seems to me to be putting the cart before the horse. Now, I can’t begin to guess what the writer means when they speak of uniting morals and emotions and esthetics. It sounds rather like a heaping bowl of succotash; consisting of some rather unfashionable form of a slightly stale crust of bread, chameleons, …