MY LOVE FOR POETRY
Hey, there! Sorry for not having uploaded any stuff lately, but I had no internet connection for days due to a technical problem. Ok, then. There's a particular story going on my mind for a couple of days and I'd really like to share it with you. I've been a great fan of poetry since I was in Junior High School. Those days, my two favourite poets were Yeats and Tennyson, that I'd got to read after listening Loreena McKennitt's songs, which were poems of theirs.
Soon afterwards, I fell in love with Poe. The debut album of The Alan Parson Project, called Tales of Mystery and Imagination, is wholly inspired by Poe's stories and poetry. So, every song in this album is named after a Poe's story or poem. And there's this particular song, called The Fall of the House of Usher which gives me shivers everytime I listen to it. It's a 16-minute length piece, which starts with a man narrating one of Poe's very famous quote phrase: “Shadows of Shadows passing... It is now 1831... and as always, I am absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how poetry has indefinite sensations to which end, music is an essential, since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception. Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music. Without music or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallour, man becomes carcass, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless.” The rest of the song is a mix of symphonic music and progressive rock. In particular, the music reminds me of Disney's Fantasia.
Thus, this album led me to Poe's magical world and my best friend bought me his complete works as a birthday present. I used to carry the book everywhere, particularly at school. And this made me see the world with different eyes, in a way. It made me stop being so childish and realise that there's a lot of trouble in this planet. That our worst nightmares can become reality and there's only OURSELVES to blame for. Furthermore, my favourite Literature teacher and I used to spend hours and hours talking about Poe's works and it was such a pleasure for me, because most of my friends seemed like they actually hated this kind of Poetry. They thought that Poe is really extravagant or something similar.
However, another Poet had the greatest impact on me. The following year and actually the last year of school our English teacher showed us a wonderful film, the famous Dead Poet's Society (starring Robin Williams). In this film, the teacher quotes much from a poet, called Walt Whitman. I don't know why, but I had a very wide smile on my face, everytime I heard such a quote. I would agree with that to the full and I felt I'd really want to have such a teacher at school. I instantly checked out Whitman's poetry and this is when the great BOOM happened. I'd first read "O Me, O Life" and of course the 52-sectioned poem "Song of Myself" When I read the latter, I started thinking deeper about life. One of the things I questioned was "Who are you?". Of course, this question has nothing to do with your identity by name, but....how well you know yourself. Did I really know myself?
Apart from myself, I started questioning about others. Could I understand their feelings or their pains? Or did I look into things only through my own point of view? For years and years I used to feel that nobody loves me and nobody can understand how I feel. But this time, I wondered whether I, personally. could understand others. Maybe it was me the one who was selfish and not others. And it was after I'd read Whitman, when I became really interested in writing a story about the lives of homeless people, living under a bridge, instead of focusing only on crazy dreamers who lead their lives in solitude, writing death-like verses. The most important think, though, was that I started to question a lot of philosophical matters like: "Is there really a God?" or "What's the point of anyone's life?". (I actually started losing faith after reading Bakunin's God and the State).
On the other hand, I never stopped reading poetry about lonely dark artists etc. I went to University to study Literature and Linguistics. It was actually during the 2nd semester, where I had a course on Romantic poetry. Then I read a few poems of that era and I fell in love. At the meantime, I was listening to Loreena McKennitt's "Parallel Dreams" which was a very Romanticism-inspired album. During that time, I used to leave home at 6:30 to go to the University, which was 2 hours away from home, and it was still dark outside. I was listening to a song by Loreena McKennitt called "Annachie Gordon" in the bus, while reading Poe or Stephen King sometimes.
After doing this for couple of weeks, soon I started to have my legendary "Ocean Dreams" at night. I was dreaming of me being alone in the dead of the night in a sea, experiencing the stillness of water. My eternal home <3 But one morning I got up and smiling, I wrote a poem, which is one of my favourites of mine ones, that is absolutely a Romantic poem. I named it Lamentation for a Dead Child and though it's dark, I was really content when I wrote it.
Well, ok! I still love dark lyrics and artists in solitude who think nobody loves them. However, after having read a few books, I have started really to appreciate life and myself, as well. And of course this time I can tell people "I understand you".
Anyway, I'll provide you with the lyrics of my poem:
A little child sitting alone
Bring the
innocence to him
15/5/2017
Soon afterwards, I fell in love with Poe. The debut album of The Alan Parson Project, called Tales of Mystery and Imagination, is wholly inspired by Poe's stories and poetry. So, every song in this album is named after a Poe's story or poem. And there's this particular song, called The Fall of the House of Usher which gives me shivers everytime I listen to it. It's a 16-minute length piece, which starts with a man narrating one of Poe's very famous quote phrase: “Shadows of Shadows passing... It is now 1831... and as always, I am absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how poetry has indefinite sensations to which end, music is an essential, since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception. Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music. Without music or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallour, man becomes carcass, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless.” The rest of the song is a mix of symphonic music and progressive rock. In particular, the music reminds me of Disney's Fantasia.
Thus, this album led me to Poe's magical world and my best friend bought me his complete works as a birthday present. I used to carry the book everywhere, particularly at school. And this made me see the world with different eyes, in a way. It made me stop being so childish and realise that there's a lot of trouble in this planet. That our worst nightmares can become reality and there's only OURSELVES to blame for. Furthermore, my favourite Literature teacher and I used to spend hours and hours talking about Poe's works and it was such a pleasure for me, because most of my friends seemed like they actually hated this kind of Poetry. They thought that Poe is really extravagant or something similar.
However, another Poet had the greatest impact on me. The following year and actually the last year of school our English teacher showed us a wonderful film, the famous Dead Poet's Society (starring Robin Williams). In this film, the teacher quotes much from a poet, called Walt Whitman. I don't know why, but I had a very wide smile on my face, everytime I heard such a quote. I would agree with that to the full and I felt I'd really want to have such a teacher at school. I instantly checked out Whitman's poetry and this is when the great BOOM happened. I'd first read "O Me, O Life" and of course the 52-sectioned poem "Song of Myself" When I read the latter, I started thinking deeper about life. One of the things I questioned was "Who are you?". Of course, this question has nothing to do with your identity by name, but....how well you know yourself. Did I really know myself?
Apart from myself, I started questioning about others. Could I understand their feelings or their pains? Or did I look into things only through my own point of view? For years and years I used to feel that nobody loves me and nobody can understand how I feel. But this time, I wondered whether I, personally. could understand others. Maybe it was me the one who was selfish and not others. And it was after I'd read Whitman, when I became really interested in writing a story about the lives of homeless people, living under a bridge, instead of focusing only on crazy dreamers who lead their lives in solitude, writing death-like verses. The most important think, though, was that I started to question a lot of philosophical matters like: "Is there really a God?" or "What's the point of anyone's life?". (I actually started losing faith after reading Bakunin's God and the State).
On the other hand, I never stopped reading poetry about lonely dark artists etc. I went to University to study Literature and Linguistics. It was actually during the 2nd semester, where I had a course on Romantic poetry. Then I read a few poems of that era and I fell in love. At the meantime, I was listening to Loreena McKennitt's "Parallel Dreams" which was a very Romanticism-inspired album. During that time, I used to leave home at 6:30 to go to the University, which was 2 hours away from home, and it was still dark outside. I was listening to a song by Loreena McKennitt called "Annachie Gordon" in the bus, while reading Poe or Stephen King sometimes.
After doing this for couple of weeks, soon I started to have my legendary "Ocean Dreams" at night. I was dreaming of me being alone in the dead of the night in a sea, experiencing the stillness of water. My eternal home <3 But one morning I got up and smiling, I wrote a poem, which is one of my favourites of mine ones, that is absolutely a Romantic poem. I named it Lamentation for a Dead Child and though it's dark, I was really content when I wrote it.
Well, ok! I still love dark lyrics and artists in solitude who think nobody loves them. However, after having read a few books, I have started really to appreciate life and myself, as well. And of course this time I can tell people "I understand you".
Anyway, I'll provide you with the lyrics of my poem:
A little child sitting alone
in the middle of
the woods
His cheeks were
red, his eyes so sad
as he turns to
look at me
“Where is my
innocence”, he said
“will it ever come
back again?”
“Don’t worry”, I
said “You’re full of love
And your heart
will always stay pure”
He was looking
towards the Sea
“I want to be
there” he said
“I want to see all
the world
and find my
innocence
And in the
moonlight and the waves
to sing about love
In distant lands
and long islands
to leave there my
soul”
So he took a
little boat
and started
paddling away
His heart was
dancing, he was smiling wide
as he was watching
the blue Sea
The shore was
lost. now only the waves
and dolphins
around his boat
And somewhere
there he would see
the islands of his
soul
“Here we are”, he
cried. “Let’s go down.
The island is
forth.
Here will I find
my love.
Forever will I
stay here.
I’ll taste the
wine of my fair girl
and the salt from
the Sea.
And then I will
die full of joy
when I’ll have
lived my dream”
A dead child with
tears in his eyes
Loved to live in
the Sea
A dead child would
have longed to die
Bring the
innocence to him
He started walking
to the mountains
He never saw his
home
His love that he
was searching of
Would only heal
his soul
A wanderer was
what he became
He was blinded by
lust
He passed by
valleys and streams
Until the night
came down
He tied a rope to
the boat
and set sail again
away
“But where’s my
love, my innocence?”, he said
And looked again
to the Sea
But the answer
again came from the stars
He saw a light
Dead is your love,
dead is your innocence
Vanity is your
search
Devastated by the
stars’ words
he didn’t know
what to say
Deep in his
thoughts, blinded by love
he tied the boat’s
rope around him
He looked to the
Sea and nothing more
then there he saw
his love
And in tears he
fell to the Sea
He vanished from
this world
A dead child with
tears in his eyes
Loved to live in
the Sea
A dead child would
have longed to live
15/5/2017
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