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    Dark Poetry Thread

    in Turn The Page

    Posted

    You want dark poetry huh?

    In that case, I present "Darkness" written by Lord Byron in July 1816...

     

    I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

    The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars

    Did wander darkling in the eternal space,

    Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

    Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

    Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,

    And men forgot their passions in the dread

    Of this their desolation; and all hearts

    Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:

    And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,

    The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,

    The habitations of all things which dwell,

    Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,

    And men were gathered round their blazing homes

    To look once more into each other's face;

    Happy were those who dwelt within the eye

    Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:

    A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;

    Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour

    They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks

    Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.

    The brows of men by the despairing light

    Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits

    The flashes fell upon them; some lay down

    And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest

    Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;

    And others hurried to and fro, and fed

    Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up

    With mad disquietude on the dull sky,

    The pall of a past world; and then again

    With curses cast them down upon the dust,

    And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd,

    And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,

    And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes

    Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd

    And twined themselves among the multitude,

    Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.

    And War, which for a moment was no more,

    Did glut himself again;--a meal was bought

    With blood, and each sate sullenly apart

    Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;

    All earth was but one thought--and that was death,

    Immediate and inglorious; and the pang

    Of famine fed upon all entrails--men

    Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;

    The meagre by the meagre were devoured,

    Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,

    And he was faithful to a corse, and kept

    The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,

    Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead

    Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,

    But with a piteous and perpetual moan,

    And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand

    Which answered not with a caress--he died.

    The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two

    Of an enormous city did survive,

    And they were enemies: they met beside

    The dying embers of an altar-place

    Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things

    For an unholy usage; they raked up,

    And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands

    The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath

    Blew for a little life, and made a flame

    Which was a mockery; then they lifted up

    Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld

    Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--

    Even of their mutual hideousness they died,

    Unknowing who he was upon whose brow

    Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,

    The populous and the powerful--was a lump,

    Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--

    A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.

    The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,

    And nothing stirred within their silent depths;

    Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,

    And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd

    They slept on the abyss without a surge--

    The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,

    The moon their mistress had expir'd before;

    The winds were withered in the stagnant air,

    And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need

    Of aid from them--She was the Universe.

    Marillion in NYC!

    in Music Of The Spheres

    Posted

    I bought the downloads of both of the New York shows. Great set-lists on both nights but I thought that Mr h sounded a bit ropey (especially on the 12th). The two new songs are great. "Lucky Man" would easily make a top 20 single for any more popular band.

    Dr Feelgood

    in Music Of The Spheres

    Posted

    A great band. I've seen them live twice (once with Lee Brilleaux and once after his passing away). Wilco Johnson is a total nutter but I just love watching him play.

     

    My favourite Dr Feelgood track is "Sugar Turns To Alcohol".

    Nektar?

    in Music Of The Spheres

    Posted

    Very trippy stuff. I have never taken hallucogens but with music like this I probably don't even need to. Listening to Nektar is the sonic equivlent of looking at rushgoober's post attachments. wink.gif

     

    I dont like Spocks Beard

    in Music Of The Spheres

    Posted

    The first SB album that I bought was "V". I was expecting great things after reading many posts about how great it is. I thought it was mediocre. I did make an impulsive purchase of "Octane" a few years later and found that I loved most of that album.

     

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