Vinhos
- Paul Van Dyk — Words
Paul van Dyk: músico, produtor, DJ, alemão. Quem não o conhece? E pensar que ainda não tinha referido nada dele aqui, com mais de sete anos de blog. Este "Words" saiu em 1997. Quando o conheci, as coisas pareciam-me mais puras, mais frescas. Ainda...
- Cake — B-sides And Rarities
Mais Cake. #6, Strangers in the Night. Sim, é cover do clássico popular tão odiado por Sinatra — "the worst fucking song that I have ever heard" terá sido apenas um dos mimos que este lhe votou. E é difícil perceber porquê. Mas não é do velho...
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I am sad I feel that the future is hopeless and that things cannot improve I am bored and dissatisfied with everything I am a complete failure as a person I am guilty, I am being punished I would like to kill myself I used to be able to cry but...
- The Wild Flower's Song
As I wander'd the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. "I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. In the morning I went, As rosy as morn, To seek for new joy; But I met...
- Becket T Ices [c]
«What when words gone? None for what then. But say by way of somehow on somehow with sight to do. With less of sight. Still dim and yet. No. Nohow so on. Say better worse words gone when nohow on. Still dim and nohow on. All seen and nohow on. What words...
Vinhos
@ 1. In order to speak of oral poetry I must necessarily speak of written poetry.
@ 2. Let me then begin at the beginning: the notion of poetry on which I'll stake my claims here does not emerge until after the fall of the trobar.
@ 3. The trobar, or the art of the troubadours, finds expression in the canso, a form that unites word and sound.
@ 4. The trobar indissolubly interlaces a particular language and its music. The Provençal term for this craft is entrebescar.
@ 5. The breaking of the bond between word and sound, which occurred during the fourteenth century, brought about a new double form called poetry. This form would combine the words of a language in writing and in speech such that they would be indissociable.
@ 6. That other form which brings word and sound together has by no means disappeared; we call it song.
@ 7. A song is not a poem and a poem is not a song.
@ 8. The words of a song deprived of their sounds may constitute a poem; or not. The words of a poem put to music may constitute a song; or not.
@ 9. It’s an insult to poetry to call it song. It’s an insult to song to call it poetry.
@ 2. Let me then begin at the beginning: the notion of poetry on which I'll stake my claims here does not emerge until after the fall of the trobar.
@ 3. The trobar, or the art of the troubadours, finds expression in the canso, a form that unites word and sound.
@ 4. The trobar indissolubly interlaces a particular language and its music. The Provençal term for this craft is entrebescar.
@ 5. The breaking of the bond between word and sound, which occurred during the fourteenth century, brought about a new double form called poetry. This form would combine the words of a language in writing and in speech such that they would be indissociable.
@ 6. That other form which brings word and sound together has by no means disappeared; we call it song.
@ 7. A song is not a poem and a poem is not a song.
@ 8. The words of a song deprived of their sounds may constitute a poem; or not. The words of a poem put to music may constitute a song; or not.
@ 9. It’s an insult to poetry to call it song. It’s an insult to song to call it poetry.
@Prelude: Poetry and Orality, Jacques Roubaud, trad. por Jean-Jacques Poucel, in The Sound of Poetry, the Poetry of Sound, ed. por Marjorie Perloff e Craig Dworkin, The Univ. of Chicago Press, 2009.
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- Paul Van Dyk — Words
Paul van Dyk: músico, produtor, DJ, alemão. Quem não o conhece? E pensar que ainda não tinha referido nada dele aqui, com mais de sete anos de blog. Este "Words" saiu em 1997. Quando o conheci, as coisas pareciam-me mais puras, mais frescas. Ainda...
- Cake — B-sides And Rarities
Mais Cake. #6, Strangers in the Night. Sim, é cover do clássico popular tão odiado por Sinatra — "the worst fucking song that I have ever heard" terá sido apenas um dos mimos que este lhe votou. E é difícil perceber porquê. Mas não é do velho...
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I am sad I feel that the future is hopeless and that things cannot improve I am bored and dissatisfied with everything I am a complete failure as a person I am guilty, I am being punished I would like to kill myself I used to be able to cry but...
- The Wild Flower's Song
As I wander'd the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. "I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. In the morning I went, As rosy as morn, To seek for new joy; But I met...
- Becket T Ices [c]
«What when words gone? None for what then. But say by way of somehow on somehow with sight to do. With less of sight. Still dim and yet. No. Nohow so on. Say better worse words gone when nohow on. Still dim and nohow on. All seen and nohow on. What words...