Vinhos
- 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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@ 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,...
- Green Tea
"Well, he was writing a book, as you say; I'm not quite sure what it was about, but only that it was nothing that I cared for; very likely you are right, and he certainly did stop — yes." "And although he only drank a little coffee here tonight,...
- Three Quarks For Muster Mark!
So sailed the stout ship Nansy Hans. From Liff away. For Nattenlaender. As who has come returns. Farvel, farerne! Goodbark, goodbye! Now follow we out by Starloe! Finnegan's Wake — Episode 2: Part 4 — Three quarks for Muster Mark! Sure he hasn't...
- Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men come, men go; All things remain in God. Banners choke the sky; Men-at-arms tread; Armoured horses neigh In the narrow pass: All things remain in God. Before...
Vinhos
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 with scorn."
William Blake,
Poems From the Rossetti Manuscript (Part I),
1793-1818.
Uma nota histórica interessante: quando Elizabeth Siddal morreu, em 1862, este Manuscript acompanhou-a na sua última viagem. Foi desenterrado em 1869 . . . Dante G. Rossetti achou que valia a pena publicá-lo.
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 with scorn."
William Blake,
Poems From the Rossetti Manuscript (Part I),
1793-1818.
Uma nota histórica interessante: quando Elizabeth Siddal morreu, em 1862, este Manuscript acompanhou-a na sua última viagem. Foi desenterrado em 1869 . . . Dante G. Rossetti achou que valia a pena publicá-lo.
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- 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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@ 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,...
- Green Tea
"Well, he was writing a book, as you say; I'm not quite sure what it was about, but only that it was nothing that I cared for; very likely you are right, and he certainly did stop — yes." "And although he only drank a little coffee here tonight,...
- Three Quarks For Muster Mark!
So sailed the stout ship Nansy Hans. From Liff away. For Nattenlaender. As who has come returns. Farvel, farerne! Goodbark, goodbye! Now follow we out by Starloe! Finnegan's Wake — Episode 2: Part 4 — Three quarks for Muster Mark! Sure he hasn't...
- Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men come, men go; All things remain in God. Banners choke the sky; Men-at-arms tread; Armoured horses neigh In the narrow pass: All things remain in God. Before...