OTI:one poem and notes:7/14/17

Open To Interpretation

 

Dark Lady

Does now remain when turned away from then?

I had not thought Time was mortal to you,

Or I one of the forlorn forgotten

Your trotting black carriage horses review.

Our eyes, all forward, disobey and glance,

So falling snow can make eyelids quaver.

We heave our chests and maintain our stiff stance

For look and show and our outside braver.

Some foolish when comes to mind, a grin then!

These long rows must stand in Times defiance.

You would giggle to see these solemn men

Shocked at my bold laughing un-reliance.

So dared I to see you forever now

And never again to ordered men bow.

DolphinWords

Notes...and today I thought to do up a Shakespearean sonnet to get in the mood...as I found a George Clifford 3rd Earl of Cumberland link to Shakespeare...see yesterday's post...and of course the scholars are all over this...the Dark Lady...more on the mark would be Black Girl, girls, two actually, and not as Black as in black skin or complexion or hair, but in...allure, I'd say...through most of Shakespeare's sonnet sequence, he goes on about a young man, but then at Sonnet 127, he shifts to who becomes known as the Dark Lady...much speculation as to who she may have been...for that matter, much speculation of who the heck Shakespeare was...a fine imbroglio for the scholars......I'm fond of the Sonnets, as everyone...tasked with writing a poem for class, I studied iambic pentameter, abab cdcd efef gg rhyme scheme, and how, the difficult part, the stanzas are like two trial lawyers going back and forth, with the last two lines a summation...somewhere I happened on the legal like conceits in Shakespeare's plays, indication scholars think of someone with a formal law school like education...another way to acquire such is to do illegal things!...but one scholar has it that the Dark Lady was not only Shakespeare's muse, but she wrote the plays as well!...that's charming, and is probably true, if one is loose and free with how things are written!...consider Laura Riding and Robert Graves...Freda Kahlo and Diego Rivera...hmmph...more should come to mind...anyway...brb...

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Amelia Bassano was born in 1569 into a family of Venetian Jews who were court musicians to Queen Elizabeth I. At about the age of thirteen, she became mistress to the fifty-six-year-old Lord Hunsdon, Henry VIII's reputed son by Mary Boleyn. As Lord Chamberlain, Hunsdon was in charge of the English theatre and would become the patron of the company that performed the Shakespearean plays.

https://www.amazon.com/Shakespeares-Dark-Lady-Amelia-Bassano/dp/1445621606/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1500013895&sr=8-1&keywords=shakespeare%27s+dark+lady

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And Aemelia was good friends with George Clifford's estranged wife, Lady Margaret and her daughter Lady Anne, and those two could have written all of Shakespeare's works, and then some!...

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Lady Anne Clifford, Countess Dowager of Dorset, Pembroke and Montgomery, suo jure 14th Baroness de Clifford (30 January 1590 – 22 March 1676) ^[3] was an English peeress. In 1605 she inherited her father's ancient barony by writ and became suo jure 14th Baroness de Clifford. She was a patron of literature and as evidenced by her diary and many letters was a literary personage in her own right. She held the hereditary office of High Sheriff of Westmorland which role she exercised from 1653 to 1676.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Anne_Clifford,_14th_Baroness_de_Clifford

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and Lady Ann is a brunette...and my candidate for the Dark Lady!...oh, but it's thought the Dark Lady sonnets were composed in 1590-5...Ann had just been born, Aemilia in her mid twenties...there's that...actually, my guess is that the young man and the dark lady are pastiches, mash ups...writers glue together bits and pieces of everyone to make characters...Shakespeare himself is born in 1564...

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One interpretation is that Shakespeare's sonnets are a pastiche or parody of the 300-year-old tradition of Petrarchan love sonnets; Shakespeare consciously inverts conventional gender roles as delineated in Petrarchan sonnets to create a more complex depiction of human love.^[31] He plays with gender roles (20), comments on political events (124), makes fun of love (128), speaks openly about sexual desire (129), parodies beauty (130) and even references pornography (151). In a dozen of the sonnets to the youth, Shakespeare also refers to his "disgrace":^[32] "My name be buried where my body is / And live no more to shame nor me nor you."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakespeare%27s_sonnets

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wiki has a nice thing...search a sonnet number, add wiki, and the sonnet site is found, and it has a crib for each one...which a modern reader, and 'ear', needs!

:)

DavidDavid



 

OTI:one poem and notes:7/13/17

Open To Interpretation

Harsh
The Chorus breaks in a newb,
recently finding himself out of time and place
under the Dodona Oaks...

It's acting.

Been said.

Just so.

How so?

All an actors' thing

Until you follow up

The puppet strings

To the fingers

That transcribe the lines,

These black integers.

So, we would all be

Gods?

Authors, playwrights,
Antiquarian homeridae?

Blind and

Crazy as bat shit Homers?

A bit harsh,

From a newb.

Harsh is a dagger blade

Beneath your shoulder blade

That splits your breast bone

In full view of your cell phone.

Cell phone?

Another when another where.

A kind of conch

Like you hold to your ear

And listen to the sea.

Together with a bronze hand mirror

Like a window on the world.

Newb, you have all that?

What will you do?

With the telegraph

We lost the pony express.

Oh, I see,

With writing on paper

We lost memory's net

To hold our catch.

Is anything lost

When you have everything?

I ain't noth'n'

But a puppet on a string.

Welcome to humility, Newb.

DolphinWords

Notes: it would have been great fun to be one of Shakespeare's troop!...brb...

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The King's Men was the acting company to which William Shakespeare (1564–1616) belonged for most of his career. Formerly known as The Lord Chamberlain's Men during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, they became The King's Men in 1603 when King James I ascended the throne and became the company's patron.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King%27s_Men_(playing_company)

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...now, Lord Chamberlain is a curio...he commissioned the building of a warship...brb...(my error here, seeing Cumberland for Chamberlain, but read on...:)

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Scourge of Malice or Malice Scourge or Mare Scourge was a 38-gun ship ordered by George Clifford, 3rd Earl of Cumberland. She was built and launched at Deptford Dockyard in 1595. The Earl used her as his flagship during raids on the Spanish Main, where she provided additional force to support his fleet. She was later renamed Red Dragon and used by the East India Company during at least five voyages to the East Indies.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Dragon_(1595)

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and as previous...

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On this day in 1607 Hamlet was performed on board the merchant ship "Red Dragon,"

http://www.todayinliterature.com/stories.asp?Event_Date=9/5/1607

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...brb...

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Clifford rose in the world as an accomplished jouster and became Queen Elizabeth's second Champion on the retirement of Sir Henry Lee of Ditchley. A portrait miniature by Nicholas Hilliard circa 1590 commemorates the appointment, showing him in tilting attire with the Queen's glove pinned to his hat as a sign of her favour. She made him a Knight of the Garter in 1592 and he sat as a peer in the trial of Mary, Queen of Scots. Clifford was involved in the formation of the East India Company.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Clifford,_3rd_Earl_of_Cumberland

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insomuch as Shakespeare's company is called the Lord Cumberland's Men, why can't I link them to Clifford!?...wasn't he their patron?...brb...

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It was founded during the reign of Elizabeth I of England in 1594 under patronage of Henry Carey, 1st Baron Hunsdon, then the Lord Chamberlain, who was in charge of court entertainments. After Carey's death on 23 July 1596, the company came under the patronage of his son, George Carey, 2nd Baron Hunsdon, for whom it was briefly known as Lord Hunsdon's Men. When George Carey in turn became Lord Chamberlain on 17 March 1597, it reverted to its previous name. The company became the King's Men in 1603 when King James ascended the throne and became the company's patron. The company held exclusive rights to perform Shakespeare's plays.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Chamberlain%27s_Men

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Oh!...I misread 'Cumberland' for 'Chamberlain'...but wait...am I seeing something 'slantwise'?...slantwise is a Robert Graves' term for intuition...brb...oh, a diversion...

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The entry for Margaret in the Historical Memoirs of the House of Russell – Vol 1 reads as follows:

‘This Margaret Russell, Countess of Cumberland, was endowed with many perfections of mind and body. The was naturally of a high spirit, though she tempered it well by grace; having a very well favoured face, with sweet and quick grey eyes, and of a comely personage.

from a site I can't link...a blog I guess...Good Gentlewoman January 2015

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where was I...oh, trying to see if George Clifford had a company of his own players...maybe this was a thing to do among the Nobles...both Clifford, Lord Of Cumberland, and the Careys, were much favored by Queen Elizabeth...what a remarkable bunch!...and time!...surely they all knew one another, and Shakespeare wrote up in his plays the travails of Clifford...I think I have that right...brb

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 Henry Clifford, 2º Earl of Cumberland, be inherited a name which had figured with distinction in the wars between the rival houses of York and Lancaster, on account of the fidelity of its holders to the cause of the Red Rose; and, almost in the lifetime of the subject of this paper, Shakespeare added to it a still wider renown than genealogists and chroniclers could confer upon it. To this family also belonged, the Fair Rosamond, 'whose name is so mixed up with the royal palace at Woodstock and the abbey of Oseney near Oxford'; to say nothing of the Shepherd Lord, 'whose story lives enshrined in undying verse, and about whom I have said my say'.

http://www.tudorplace.com.ar/Bios/GeorgeClifford(3ECumberland).htm

...Fair Rosamond?...brb...another diversion...

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Her name, "Rosamund," may have been influenced by the Latin phrase rosa mundi, which means "rose of the world."^[1]
Rosamund grew up at Castle Clifford, before going to Godstow Nunnery, near Oxford, to be educated by the nuns.^[2] Henry publicly acknowledged the liaison with Rosamund in 1174.^{[citation needed]} When the affair ended, Rosamund retired to Godstow Abbey, where she died, not thirty years old, in 1176. According to Mike Ibeji, "there is ...no doubt that the great love of his life was Rosamund Clifford."^[3]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosamund_Clifford

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hmmph...another when and where!...and we're talking a family name at least four hundred years old when Shakespeare is about...oh, Shakespeare's plays go on about the War of The Roses...and after The Tempest, the local theater group is doing Henry IV Part 1...Rosamond was some epic hero's lady fair, wasn't she?...brb...guess not...where am I?...apparently, George Clifford had nothing to do with funding Shakespeare...one last look...brb...well, I visited wiki's take on 'who wrote Shakespeare's plays'...there's a list of eighty...Clifford's not on it...somehow there's a ring to it that the self same sorts that sponsored the East India Company would have had a hand in sponsoring troops of actors...both are for the adventuresome sort, and there weren't that many folk back then that could 'adventure'!...eventually, the actors became The King's Men, sponsored by King James, the self same that put together a committee to translate the Bible...brb...

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The translation was done by 47 scholars, all of whom were members of the Church of England

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_James_Version

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someone who may have known how to put together a text via committee was Shakespeare!...

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For several decades, some theorists have suggested William Shakespeare placed his mark on the translated text of Psalm 46 that appears in the King James Bible, although many scholars view this as unlikely, stating that the translations were probably agreed upon by a committee of scholars.^[17] The 46th word from the beginning of Psalm 46 is "shake" and the 46th word from the end (omitting the liturgical mark "Selah") is "spear" ("speare" in the original spelling). Shakespeare was in King James' service during the preparation of the King James Bible, and was generally considered to be 46 years old in 1611 when the translation was completed.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalm_46

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oh, tracking down a curio I find a marvel!...King James East India Company...a looksee...brb...well, clearly James continued Elizabeth's startup!...enough...oh...one more thing...keep seeing previews of movieTheKingsman2017...brb...it's logline:

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When their headquarters are destroyed and the world is held hostage, the Kingsman's journey leads them to the discovery of an allied spy organization in the US. These two elite secret organizations must band together to defeat a common enemy.

from IMDb

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oh...this one is a sequel...brb...movieTheKingsman2014...brb...oh, somehow this all brings to mind Sean Connery and Michael Caine mucking about in movieTheManWhoWouldBeKing1975...someday I must finish reading Rudyard Kipling's Kim...Rosalind...

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Rosalynde is the heroine of Lodge's Euphues' Golden Legacy. 'Faire Rosalind' had, however, at this time, acquired a fresh poetic fame as the object of Spenser's attachment, celebrated in his Shephearde's Calendar, 1579, and Colin Clouts Come Home Againe, 1595. 'Of all the sweet feminine names compounded from Rosa, that of Rosa-linda seems to be the most elegant, and therefore most befitting that particular character of ideal beauty which the dramatist here assigns to his imaginary princess.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosalind_(As_You_Like_It)

hmmph...

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Along with this well-documented visit, there is also a tradition that Shakespeare travelled to Scotland at the request of King James VI who, in 1599, had pleaded with Queen Elizabeth to send a company of players north of the Border to perform for him.
... ... ...
Central to the plot is a Duke who enjoys the calm and integrity which closeness to nature brings. Among the other main players is Rosalind – a name suspiciously close to Rosslyn – the love-sick heroine. In the play's song of Amiens, Under the Greenwood Tree, the beauty of Roslin Glen is suggested by Shakespeare's many references to the links between the human race and animals and plants.

Read more at: http://www.scotsman.com/news/michael-trb-turnbull-did-shakespeare-beat-dan-brown-to-rosslyn-1-1218973

 Read more at: http://www.scotsman.com/news/michael-trb-turnbull-did-shakespeare-beat-dan-brown-to-rosslyn-1-1218973

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double hmmph...

:)

DavidDavid



 

OTI:eight poems and notes:7/11/17

Open To Interpretation

 

NPC

Oh,

Are you your favorite

Avatar on stage?

And when I walked

Through your

Black glass doors

What game piece

Was handed me?

Some NPC?

Maybe truer we are

Inside than out.

Outside this game

Another iteration

Mapped.

We trace our selves

Along its paths

Only to return here

Where we both

Know who we are.

Caterpillar

Oh,

At the first carnival

Was the caterpillar.

Its skin covered us over

And on we went on

A train ride in a

Black countryside fantastically hilly.

Walk And Run

Why walk

When you can run?

Why talk

When you can sing?

Why thought

And not felt?

Why freeze

And not melt?

Bear

Oh,

I remember the bear

That wasn't there

In the evergreen woods,

So well you teased me

With laughter's fear.

Escape

Some balloons

Escape from childhoods' hands

And never ever likely

Return where they began.

Skin

Sadly,

All things can be taken.

Is anyone ever skinless?

Oh,

Then some numbed fish

I would be in a frozen sea.

Burn Out The Night

Leave off?

From writing poems?

For sleep?

Never!

I set the night shift to work.

Faeries

Those ephemeral faeries

Inhabiting the Romantics'

Grottos and bowers

Garlanded with

Sierra meadow mountain flowers

All too small

To trouble pages of history

Or those crowned with destiny.

DolphinWords

Notes:...preview of new movieJumanji2WelcomeToTheJungle2017 brought to mind avatars...becoming a character in a book is likely an old idea...don't know how old becoming a piece in a game...pieces in a video game was moviesTron1982,2010...but you were you looking like you...this new Jumanji has a twist on that!...anyway...NPC reference Non Playing Characters...and studying out NPCs I find from wiki that in the days of Dungeons and Dragons a player might be assigned to be an NPC...answer questions, further quest lines, give out loot and armor...NPCs do have useful things to do!...but in computer games they are all the computer's avatars...and not real...though they can be mistaken by beginners...I was running a cave early on in World of Warcraft, and another player, a pretty archer, started helping me out, and I thought, oh, a new friend...but no, an NPC...sometimes I still start up a toon just to run that cave and recall...the environment, the scenery and such, in the games are referred to as 'maps'...Caterpillar and Bear childhood memories...Burn Out The Night...reference again song by Blue Oyster Cult and the cover by STG...not a good title for this little poem, but...it's kind of like the archer in the cave, and the all night game playing...I really want to do some 'grottos and flowers' poems...just over the top lush like 17th and 18th century paintings by Delacroix, Fragonard, Watteau...and 'bower' brought to mind another bower poem that I spent a lot of time studying...even wrote up a Spark's/Cliff's like notes explanation of it...it has a dedication I hadn't taken much notice of...brb...

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This Lime-tree Bower my Prison

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Addressed to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London]

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,

 

...

 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43992/this-lime-tree-bower-my-prison

 

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...speaker is left behind like an NPC!...anyway, I took note of 'India House'...'oh, that's the East India Company'...Charles Lamb worked for the EIC for twenty five years, and his own life was a star crossed shambles, but he held on to poetry, and befriended many of the Romantic Era poets, STC one of his closest...and he wrote up a book, with his sister, (a curio!) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tales_from_Shakespeare, which I would like to get...seeing how Will is being worked into the Black Deck Tales...and from the movie previews, into a new series this Fall on TNT called 'Will'!!...go figure...local theater group is staging The Tempest beginning this week...a must go see...http://shakespeareoc.org/tempest/...movie previews were seen at the Regal where I saw yesterday evening movieSpiderManHomecoming2017...Peter Parker is trying to hook on with the Avengers...a kind of East India Company!...ral...

 

:)

 

DavidDavid

 

 

OTI:three poems and notes:7/9/17

Open To Interpretation

 

Costume Change

Oh,

Our algos conflict,

Messages blocked,

Our thoughts

Finger fight.

Maybe across

This crowded black room's

Crazily piercing lights

Shy semaphore eyes

Can transcend,

Send

What we can

Only shout out over

Microphoned amplified

Wild wired drums,

Keyboards, guitars,

Cheering on

What we still have

To pound our hearts.

Oh,

One

Algorithm acrobat

Somersaults and soars

Singing over all of us.

more With And Without

And a poem

Without a note

Is a foreground

Without a background

A stage

Without an elevation.

Equations

Are you ever

Gonna leave off equating?

What can I say,

I'm a mathematician

Inside a poet,

And didn't know it.

Oh

I doubt any sunflower

Gives a hoot about Fibonacci

Or the stars wonder

Overmuch

About their faraway-ness.

All that

Is for the mathematicians'

And star gazers'

Astronomical numbers.

Myself,

I just bring flowers.

Oh! there it is,

The exemplar song

I tried to remember,

"Don't know much about history..."

 

DolphinWords

Notes:  oh, I rolled over to the Wayfarer and found myself regaled with a MidnightMove...movieFastTimesAtRidgemountHigh1982 on the big screen behind the bar, and on either side in shadow box display a great many different liquor bottles, none of which I'm familiar with...had ordered a coke, and was perched on the long red bench, my feet dangling in air...and waited and waited watching the first band set up and test their instruments with the sound crew...well, just one crew looked to be trouble shooting...as there was trouble for the first two bands on the bill before Kitten...much fussing with connections and such in the middle of the performance...lead singer for Hawai...one 'i'...gave up on his guitar for one song, and I had just thought, 'he should lose the guitar!'...and thought to inform a fellow standing beside me who said he was his father, or someone's in the band, that he looks better without the guitar!...and looks Hawai had...'they're cute'--Kitten...both Roah Summit and Hawai were all guy five member bands...both leads looked to be more in place on a baseball field...but they had pleasant and distinct character voices...so maybe they'll over come their own good looks...brb...links: Hawai...Roah Summit...both these websites are gawdawful...compare Kitten's...actually, hers needs help too...but she's cuter...it was all I could do to remain cool seated on the red bench after her costume change...couldn't see through or over the gathered throng...the stage isn't elevated, or floor sloped like at the Regent and echoplex...finally caved, and stood to get a glimpse of Kitten's midriff along with a few other 'old farts'...good to see 'old farts like us here', the father had said...kinda creepy too!...it is one of life's little ironies that we all never graduate from Ridgemount High...one of the Ridgemount actors looked familiar, but someone else, to one of the leads in movieThePacific2010 seen in an all night skip-through-the-mush viewing on amazon  Friday morning...another 'Bible Story'...and in its effort to be nitty gritty true to life, likely not far from the mark...one afternoon I was seated on the couches at a big bookstore, and over heard two Pacific veterans going on about night battles on the islands...all in sotto voice, so no one would over hear...there are things better left unsaid...but Hollywood has long gone past that mark...'Costume Change'...reference Kitten's white pantaloons and white top...she persuaded the keyboardist to doff his shirt, and this added to the show, done very well, and he had some acrobatics of his own...the acrobatics are scripted into the show...the interactions with the audience too...there's something to this...Kitten has been at the Wayfarer before, I gather, perusing earlier youTubes, and she wasn't as frenetic(oh, not so, having watched a couple more old clips :)...I don't know when her sing dancing took the shape it has now, but it is charming, having something of sufi divineness to it!...'finger fight'...the bartenders are quite adept at quickly hearing orders and mixing drinks, but it is  nothing to girls' fingers on cell phones...I had sat awhile at bar's end on a stool in everyone's way sipping a beer...'more With and Without'...that is what this note is!...ral...'I just bring flowers' is the same refrain as 'Don't know much about history'...spinning 'Equations' out, I finally remember the song I wanted to use as example of equations in love song lyrics...this all an observation not to be taken up as a cloying obsession!...oh, go to youTube and watch Miley in Malibu...Kitten's next show is in San Diego...go see and this will all make sense!...

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:two poems and notes:7/8/17

Open To Interpretation

 

Sometimes

 

Oh,

To the sailors,

They were four savages

With filed sharp savage teeth

Pearlescent in their mouths

Sometimes grinning

Sometimes laughing

Sometimes hidden

Behind dead serious demeanor

While the Play was the thing.

Upon gunpowder kegs they sat

In a place of honor upon the poop deck

Elevated over the crew

Below across the deck;

The healthy

Seated cross legged,

The scurvy made weak

Sprawled, supported

Half upright by the healthy

So all could see forward

The lamenting Ghost

Prowling an open deck space

Beneath the forecastle,

Prince Hamlet above

On his parapet

Looking about to fathom

The ghostly mystery

That brought knocking to his knees

Trembling to his hands

Temerity to his voice

Stark terror to the four

African chieftains from Sierra Leone.

The Indie ship Red Dragon's

Captain and First Mate,

Seated on their kegs,

Looked on the Africans

With amusement.

"Assure them,"

Said the Captain

To the Trader, their go between

For language,

"Assure them it is all but fantasy."

Persuaded but barely,

The four Chiefs smiled,

And soon caught on

To the Prince of Denmark's dilemma,

And saw that their backward hosts

Were not so different

But could use some counsel

On the assent of Kings.

"Oh,

That is very good!"

Translated the Trader.

"How so?"

Asked the Captain

Seeing all the Chiefs pointing

To starboard, out to the night sea.

"The giant squid!"

Said the Trader.

"God save us all!"

Said the Captain.

"That is no

Fantasy."

Traders

The Giant Black Squid

Gathered up all it could,

Which for the most part,

The scurvy ridden

Too weak to move,

The Chiefs

Happy with the Play's animation

And unperturbed,
Tentacle lifted overboard,

And the players

Whose curiosity got the better

Of their feet's judgment

As from their forecastle vantage

They had seen

Nautilus surface beside

Indie ship Red Dragon.

The rest of the crew

Scrambled below decks

And battened the hatches.

The Giant Black Squid

Slipped softly back

Into the becalmed night dark sea.

Just as sudden

Had the commotion come upon

Things, things now were quiet.

The Captain and his officers

Were no more risen from their kegs

And pausing to consider

Than they were left with an

Empty deck,

Except for Nemo,
The disguised Trader, 

Who stood now on the deck,

Arms akimbo looking up

At the Captain.

"And who might you be,

Hamlet's father?"

Asked the Captain.

Nemo thought long on this,

But let it pass.

"I've pressed into my service

Some of your crew,

Those you likely won't miss,

Those sick, those actors,

Those strangers to you.

There was no time to dicker

But I have left in trade

Compensation on your starboard side.

I have it your new enterprise

Is in need of early success.

What is but ballast to me

You will find dear."
Said Nemo,

And Nemo pivoted and quickly

Returned to the Nautilus

Which was submerging

As the Captain and his officers

Reached the railing in pursuit.

"Another beast, Captain."
Said the Captain's First Mate.

"So it would seem."

Said the Captain.

And on seeing the left behind

Treasures in the left behind

Canoes of the Chiefs,

His First Mate asked,

"Is that all real!?"

The Captain smiled, said,

"There are more things

In heaven and earth..."

DolphinWords

Notes:  There were too many ways to go with this!...so kind of took one of the easier ones...the story of the Chiefs was found in the Red Dragon story...that story of Hamlet being performed recorded in the Captain's diary, some think is a forgery...Thursday evening I rolled over to the Gypsy Den, 121 North Broadway about...they have an open mic night...very nice venue...a restaurant with light fare and drinks...had a turkey half a sandwich, soup, and my one beer, while listening to guitarist play their tunes and sing...place has a high ceiling, one of those makeovers of old downtown buildings...much like the restaurants around the Regent in Los Angeles, where about too restaurants and art venues are trying to make a go of things...walking about to find the place, I happened upon galleries and other bars and restaurants with entertainments and such...not many people about, so it is all very low key...I have to take the cameras along...they do have readings there too, but all that presented to the mic were the guitarists...maybe it is always the guitarists...maybe even with my messed up fingers I can strum a tune and make a song...must say of late I'm really leaning to poems being with music...very nice place, and expensive...handed a twenty to the waitress, and got 30 cents back!...and no ones in my wallet for tip, so tipped five...hmmph...and four for parking garage...the streets being clean and quiet at twilight and evening, it might be a good place to walk Maya my dog...not so many people and dogs about for her to go bananas over like at Mile Square, the Beach, or even hereabout in the neighborhood or going up West Street...and traffic goes slow...thereabout in Old Town Santa Ana, plenty for her to explore, and me too!...Oh...tomorrow night off to see Kitten again at club called The Wayfarer in Costa Mesa...this very close by!...Update 7/16...the Trader in the first was kind of awkward...light bulb!...that's Nemo!...so adjusted Nemo's appearance in the second part with:

Except for Nemo
The disguised Trader, 

Who stood now on the deck,

Arms akimbo looking up

 

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:one poem and notes:7/6/17

Open To Interpretation

With And Without

oh
what's a tune without a lyric?
an instrumental, I'd say
and what's a poem without a tune?
some kind of prose, I'd say
and what is love without a song?
nightingales gone deaf and dumb, I'd say
oh,
I've never heard a nightingale
Just so, I'd say

DolphinWords

Notes:...well, to remedy that, here is four hours of Nightingales on youTube!...link...Mockingbirds do the nightly serenade hereabout...on studying out the lyrics of STG's tune, You Are The One, I took note of how their performance is in my head while I read them, a silent reading of a song as it were...most often poems don't have a song to them...hence, I guess, another 'with and without'...lyrics have tunes...and they are just about a hundred times more musical than poems with no tune to them, even if they have rhyme and meter and such...oh, an internet trick is to open another page, set it to a playlist, so one has something to listen to while messing about on the open foreground page...presently the Nightingales are singing...anyway...brb...

quote

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

         To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

         As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

         Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

                Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

                        In the next valley-glades:

         Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

                Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?

 

Ode To A Nightingale

John Keats

 

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hmmph...annoyed, I discovered Poetry Foundation revamped their website...tried to relearn it...likely all my old links have gone south...it still has all the old issues, and now and then I randomly browse them, and pursuing such happened on Ezra Pound's review of Robert Frost, New Georgics, and an essay by him, The Tradition...this back in 1914...I have a stack of old Poetry on my nightstand, and had just read a commentary from like 1978 lamenting that poetry wasn't being read much...a refrain!...of course it is being heard much, if one includes popular music lyrics...Pound's famous touting of Troubadours is all about this...way back then he was going off on this...words on a page with a tune are much different than words that haven't one...oh, there are all kinds of tricks on a page to give words a tune, rhyme and such, and they work some but there is nothing like 'Wake up Maggie, I think I have something to say to you...' when you have heard the tune, and maybe too Rod Stewart's raspy voice to go with it...but I understand the lament that poetry isn't being read, and it comes to mind: from my very start has been a defense of poetry, and that just a continuance of the ongoing effort in the Tradition by everyone...hmmph...anyway, I happened on:

 

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Can Poetry Matter?

Poetry has vanished as a cultural force in America.
If poets venture outside their confined world, they can work
to make it essential once more

by Dana Gioia 

 

https://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/unbound/poetry/gioia/gioia.htm

 

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this from 1991, and the article proved out to be the seed of a book and much discussion...and a kind of career maker for Dana, as I learn he is now Poet Laureate of California...until December 2017...every two years one is appointed by the Governor now...I've tried to explore his website, and any sites to do with PLofC, but it's all as problematic as the new layout for the Poetry Foundation!...oh, they need to 'kiss and kiss and kiss' again...anyway, MidNightMovieJohnAdams2008...stuck with this up until Washington takes the oath of office, and bailed...it's a 'Bible Story' film...it dwells long on the affairs of the fledgling American aristocracy, with some glimpses of the aristocracies in Europe...America has this sense that our leaders all come from log cabins like Lincoln...products of Jefferson's meritocracy...it happens...but there was back then, and down to this day, a hereditary aristocracy that rules...medieval times, I've learned, after studying out the casts in movieDivergent, were divided into three, what the French called, 'estates'...King and Nobles, Pope and Priests, and Commoners...American independence is thought to have put all that behind us...and the back and forth debates between Jefferson and Adams, from wiki's take, look to have been about just that...where do leaders come from?...from a meritocracy that elevates naturally gifted people, or from a hereditary aristocracy that educates and trains its progeny to rule?...for either of these, the 'nursery' is the academic world, Colleges and such...and now, here, a jump back to where I was...and a big reach!...Robert Graves' lament was that poetry developed into 'court poetry'...taken away from it's tuneful Natural setting, it became a sycophant form to flatter and amuse the ruling class...and it flourishes in the academic setting which is financed by the ruling class...and it developed all kinds of 'flourishes' in rhyme and meter and such that sets it apart, as the aristocracy is set apart, from the common...from the common 'ear' I guess I'm trying to say...commonly speaking, people don't read the pages of Poetry, or any of the like magazines churned out by the Universities...it has its fans sure, like some obscure Olympic sport...thinking on this, I came to the thought, that there are more academics now who have learned ancient Greek, and write poems, than there ever was over the course of classical Greece!...one can say this started with the likes of Pound, and Eliot, and Joyce, and the usual canonical list academic poets know by heart...at the least they must if they ever want to make a buck doing reviews in poetry magazines!...one can nowadays make a buck, as the universities have positions for teaching poets, and programs for student poets...and that all perpetuates under the watchful eye of the aristocracy...and around and about now every state has a poet laureate...and a national one to boot...but there was a nod to the pop lyricists recently...Bob Dylan received the Noble Prize for Literature...which must have been a travail for him...much as early rockers avoided having their lyrics used in advertisement campaigns...but caved...STG's cover of Major Tom for Chrysler is one of the most remarkable things!...lyrics with a tune sell...and casts a different light on Graves' saying 'there's no money in poetry, no poetry in money' if one includes songs as poetry!...oh, youTube ended early, it does that to too long clips...and the Mockingbird outside has flown off...soon too, August or so, they go quiet...oh...back...for that awhile...

 

:)

 

DavidDavid

OTI:two poems and notes:7/4/17

Happy Fourth!

Open To Interpretation

Goodbye

You are the one
You'll never be alone again
You're more than in my head, you're more
Shiny Toy Guns

Oh,

Goodbye

Would sound too much like

A last ditch ultimatum,

So,

Rather I'll retreat discretely

Like a cat burglar

Sneaking away

From your dreamed house

And you'll wake up

Unconcerned,

Nothing out of place

But a valentine dream poem

Some forgotten party goer

Left behind.

Hello

Oh!

Hello again,

We're asleep again

In some adventure

Side by side

Different takes

This world makes

Us dreams separate

Alone apart

Until we awake

All together and say

Hello again.

DolphinWords

Notes: 'Goodbye' waited awhile on the iphone notepad...'Hello again' I thought a refrain in one of Shiny Toy Gun's songs...tried to find it...then today realized the refrain was 'alone again', and the very last line in the song You Are The One...so, so, having straightened that out, was able to add 'Hello'...hmmph...MidnightMovies:...a desultory miserable lot...and a lot...let me think, where did this bunch start!...hard to think...neighbors are rocking...4th of July and all...brb...oh, the bunch started out with movieSleepyHollow1999...this like the third or fourth viewing--a favorite...and thinking on Johnny Depp, I remembered  I hadn't seen movieAliceInWonderland2010, and now could by renting it on amazon...so watched that...now, right here let me note the 'horrors' in both...head lopping galore in each, graphic in Sleepy Hollow...(though curiously bloodless as the Horseman's sword cauterizes wounds!), and while not graphic in Alice, much aluded too...and the Jabberwocky's rolls about...wanted to watch the Alice sequel, but not rentable on amazon...then was movieDarkPlaces2015...more horrors, shot gun blasts...the whole tale a mash up of like four or five different crimes stories of the creepy sort...told in the manner of flashbacks like the tv shows Criminal Minds, and 48 Hours...this is from a wildly popular crime/horror novel...then was movieExMachina2014...the biggest horror in this one was the tedious bonding of two computer programmers going on and on...another Artificial Intelligence AI take...one horror, a stabbing...and again the peeling of skin from a robot/cyborg to reveal the mechanisms underneath...these Prometheus takes are all 'peeling backs'...Dark Places was too, in its fashion, the heroine in the end finding closure, and an opportunity to begin without the imprisoning 'skin' she was trapped in...which is what happens in Ex...the AI robot escapes, and into the brave new world of New York's streets...and thinking back, this is how both Sleepy Hollow and Alice end too...the travails endured, the Horseman satisfied, the Jabberwocky slain,...Depp leaves Sleepy Hollow with his girl for the streets of New York, again...Alice off  to China...aboard an Indie ship I imagine!...there is on BBC a series called Taboo which is about the East India Company...one of my bugaboos...search Dulles East India Company...'oh the horror'... no, I've never seen Apocalypse Now...just a couple youTube clips...but its famous tagline is famous...I'd  have to subscribe to a channel, FX, for Taboo...no...onward...movieMoontrapTargetEarth2017...this is part of a saga...comic books, films...low budget...and reminded me of movieWarlordsOfAtlantis1978 for its villainous illuminati...a refrain in many flics...low budget horror...heroine after peeling away her travails stands beside some alien lord god...oh wait...the alien ship is human made, but by some humans before 14000 years ago...a refrain in everyone's speculation is that something happened 14000 years ago...and not just some geological event, which the geologists are studying...odd movie and one wonders how odd movies get made...no wonder how movieMadMaxFuryRoad got made...its sheer oddity!...all the Mad Max tales...much horror, but so frequent and over the top, it becomes cartoonish...they took the truck chase from the second one, well, from all of them, and stretched it out over the whole movie!...things peeled back, the general populace is freed, Charleze Feron their new Queen...I have no idea who played Max...he hardly spoke, and had an iron grid over his face through much of the movie!...now, I object to horror graphically displayed...the ancient Greek playwrights tended to leave it to the imagination...but there is a lot of one upping going on...movies competing to see who can be more graphically horrible...don't know but of late the political back and forth has joined in in this arms race!...anyway, often one gets to the bottom of things browsing movie menus...seen that...don't want to see that...and I struck movieFrakensteinsArmy2013...geez luezz...up until about when they happen on the weird skeleton, and the pile of nuns, this movie was genuinely horrifying...but then it like started explaining things, and stumbled about as awkwardly as the monsters...which look to be the work of advent guard artists escaped from a modern art gallery show...the mayhem culminates in much screaming as victims have their skulls opened to everyone's favorite whinny dental drill sound...and from when the monsters begin flailing about it becomes a cartoonish Monty Python blood letting...again, after the peel back, one soldier remains unscathed...how does the Spanish captain put it in Pirates of the Caribbean?...'I always leave one alive to tell the tale.'...oh...one more...rolled over to AMC yesterday...movieHouse2017...a comedy with SNL blood...twilight out...let the fireworks begin...

:)

DavidDavid