#1
ok, so who here has read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner?
i put a quote in my sig that i thought was #goat but no one has hmu.

it seems like the thing i would have read in school but i didn't. this Slint song reminded me of it so i bought a big picture book with the epic poem and accompanying lithographs.

it's not too difficult to read but the word order and some spelling is early modern. you can read it here. it has such #classics as

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.


or

'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see,
The Devil knows how to row.'


which you should totally recognize if you live on earth and speak english, i think.

so hmu if you've read this and think it is pr dope
or hmu if you like Slint i guess
i don't know why i feel so dry
Last edited by Eastwinn at Apr 2, 2015,
#2
It's kind of like that Iron Maiden song.
There's no such thing; there never was. Where I am going you cannot follow me now.
#3
I like Sailor Jerry. P sure he was a sailor. Does that count for something?
Quote by snipelfritz
You lost me at "Lubricate."

I'm raw, like nature. Nature boy. Big jungle leaves are my cum rags.

Sometimes I fuck a bamboo shoot.


There's nothing left here to be saved
Just barreling dogs and barking trains
Another year lost to the blue line
#5
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It's kind of like that Iron Maiden song.


please no
i don't know why i feel so dry
#6
it's alright, although I prefer the ts Eliot reference to a similar theme

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water


And from Death by Water:

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
My God, it's full of stars!
#10
i guess that's cool dread but why aren't there archaic -eth / -est endings? and why are all the words in the right order? looks like chump stuff to me
i don't know why i feel so dry
#11
ive read rime of the ancient mariner, i did not huu b/c i do not pay attn to signatures.
rime of the ancient mariner is not an epic.

i like slint, or spiderland anyway. always associated it more with PiL's "Albatross" though.
#13
I have encountered the Rime of the Ancient Mariner before.

that is all
A poem.
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#14
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ive read rime of the ancient mariner, i did not huu b/c i do not pay attn to signatures.
rime of the ancient mariner is not an epic.

i like slint, or spiderland anyway. always associated it more with PiL's "Albatross" though.


yeah not sure why i wrote epic.
but cool good to see some people hmu in here keep up the good works
i don't know why i feel so dry
#15
those were pretty dope couldn't help but read the Mariner one like drunk Irish guys from time to time.

Never really read poetry (though I liked Zarathustra) , but always liked these two:

Quote by Rabindranath Tagore
From the heart of all matter
Comes the anguished cry
Wake, wake, great Siva,
Our body grows weary
Of its law-fixed path,
Give us new form
Sing our destruction,
That we gain new life…



Quote by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could.
To where it bent in the undergrowth,

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
#16
^ nice try but the best Frost is

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Anyways, Ean you should read Keats, because he's the anti-hero of the millenium and the best poet of all time.
My God, it's full of stars!
#17
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LMAOooo!!!!


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^ nice try but the best Frost is

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Anyways, Ean you should read Keats, because he's the anti-hero of the millenium and the best poet of all time.


Oh damn, you weren't kidding
Last edited by Fat Lard at Apr 2, 2015,