Modern Poetry in Modern Music.
“In 1986, Sofia Gubaydulina read the Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot, an experience which she described as “shattering.” She composed a work inspired by the concerns of the poems which she called “an effortless bridge into music.”(c)
I was really influenced by Auden’s poetry last week and was inspired to write a poem of my own that I wish to share with the blog.
In a steeple, somewhere soft,
are two owls hooting heart-faces
at the silver moon. Hooting young
hopes at falling stars to wish
the wild world upon them soon.
Two white owls barely two
feet tall eager to blast
through doughy clouds.
Beneath Heaven’s lamps and
above the sea, they fly between
the world, and the world of dreams.
They circle the skies, and then
the globe, conquering the air
the night has traveled. Until they
see the snow below, the frozen
truths of the land unraveled.
The barren Earth with icy lakes,
naked trees, their leaves knocked off.
Tiny mice buried beneath the dead
debris, pale faced and lost.
Their eyes well black, and they
return, mourning the mice on top
their loft. They curse with hoots
the cruel game on Earth. Hooting
two white chests and two tan coats.
Hooting two heart-faces and the
short time between death and birth.
At first listen I think a lot of people would write Protest the Hero off as some sort of metal band and nothing more. Yes, they are some sort of metal band but if you take the time to look up their lyrics you might be surprised. This song is from their third Album “Fortress”.
All lyrics on Fortress are written by bassist, Arif Mirabdolbaghi.
“Endowed with the art of casting names upon its being
The humans claimed dominion over every living fucking thing.
Proud as purpose as they became to walk the Earth as they arraigned
The common creatures caught within the corpus
Curse, concious human brain.
Every word thats ever written will fall short of its intent
Even spoke, or sung, or screamed they will betray what they have meant
Language is the hearts lament, a weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent in the search for permanence.
(like all the future ghosts who scratch thier names in wet cement).
Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness
Abstraction is the stake between anima and animus
Deflesh the word as scourge of human destiny
Behold the world in other people, life is clarity.”