Tag Archives: Poetry

Michael Jackson’s Little Known Scottish Poetic Influence

Bet you didn’t see this one coming. It certainly made me go, “eh?” I can’t lie, I want to hear it!

Apparently, Michael Jackson recorded a bunch of show tunes inspired by the poetry of Robert Burns.

Yes, you read that right. The late King of Pop took on The Ploughman Poet. And…Crivens! Isn’t the resemblance between them uncanny? Or is that just me?

Wonder what Burns would have made of Michael Jackson’s Thriller? Now it’s got me thinking: remember the spoken word bit of Thriller intoned by Vincent Price (verses below)? I wonder what it would sound like in Burns’ Scottish accent?

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighborhood
And those whoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell

The foulest stench’s in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
for no mere mortal can resist
the evil of the thriller

Scots Prepare to Celebrate ‘Alternative’ Burns Night by Celebrating McGonagall

Yes, you read that right! It’s in the Scotland on Sunday so it must be true. And on the 250th anniversary of his birth too.

Here at Tears in the Fence online, we are agog and all ‘WTF?’

Apparently, it’s the brainchild of whisky firm Auchentoshan who likes to do things differently.

 

Downton Abbey Helps Push Poetry! Who Knew?

And all things literary too, according to the New York Times.

It seems British TV series export, Downton Abbey, is going down a storm across the pond. That in itself is not unusual. Strictly Come Dancing, Doctor Who and Sherlock, starring Benedict Cumberbatch (whose a Cumberbitch then? Check it out. They are ALL over the internet!) and Martin Freeman have all proved that point. The difference here is that publishers have realised that the viewers of Downton Abbey are book readers too. Stephen Morrison, the editor in chief and associate publisher of Penguin Books even shamelessly admits “We’re just riding that ‘Downton Abbey’ wave.”

It makes me feel somewhat caught on the backfoot (only joking!). I’m a huge reader but I’ve never watched Downton Abbey so don’t quite appreciate what all the fuss is about. And now it looks like poetry publishers are getting in on the act. Sadly, it seems poetry doesn’t have the power to bask in the Downton Abbey luminosity as much as prose.

Go figure!

Reports of Poetry’s Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated According to the Washington Post

“Is poetry dead? Or, in the age of the internet, does it offer us what nothing else can?” is the perennial question that leads this five page article in the Washington Post by Lauren Wilcox. We blogged about the preview of it last week.

It’s great to see so much space given to consideration of the question on the Washington Post’s website but can anyone across the pond in America tell us if it was given as much space in the physical magazine? We hope so although we fear that might not be the case.

The Poetry of Sex

Peter J. Leithart is pastor of Trinity Reformed Church in Moscow, Idaho, and Senior Fellow of Theology and Literature at New St Andrews College. Here,  he looks at Solomon’s Song of Songs from the bible to consider how the poem uses the romantic and the erotic to relate to godliness.

Alleged Blasphemy Case: Poet Turns to Arrest for Unpaid Printing Bill

Poetry and the phrase “all human life is here” are natural bedfellows but this case, where a mentor poet resorts to extreme measures in order to get paid, is particularly bizarre. Read more in the International Herald Tribune.

From The Spectator Series – Discovering Poetry: Milton’s Blindness

The Spectator analyses John Milton’s poetry about his rapidly failing sight.

Sonnet XIX

When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask; But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

From The Washington Post – Today’s Poetry: Finding Its Way

Simply because we love that the Washington Post has combined pictures and words, the past and the present, academic and spoken word poetry to address the question implicit in its assertion: “To say that poetry no longer matters is a gross misreading of the facts.”

Some Thoughts About Poetry and Comics From The Rialto

I hold my hands up, I’m something of a comics/graphic novels geek. I also love poetry so to see those two things being aligned to great effect by Chrissy Williams in The Rialto warms the cockles of my heart. Never mind the fact that we are both girls and not supposed to be swayed by such geekery!

Actually, isn’t being a poet a bit geeky anyway?

Poetry Pairing / ‘Precipice’ – NYTimes.com

Poetry Pairing – A series from the New York Times that links poetry and learning in the classroom.

January 5, 2012, 8:29 AM

Poetry Pairing | ‘Precipice’

By KATHERINE SCHULTEN

Metropolitan Museum of Art

“The Creation of the World and the Expulsion From Paradise” (1445) by Giovanni di Paolo.

Today’s Poetry Pairing matches Jill Alexander Essbaum’s “Precipice” with two New Year’s pieces about time. One, the painting shown above, is from a Dec. 31, 2009 article about representations of time in the visual arts; the other, published this Sunday, is a rumination on our temporal lives from The Stone, a Times philosophy blog.

After considering the poem and related pieces, tell us what you think — or suggest other Times content that could be matched with the poem instead.

Poem

The poet and editor Jill Alexander Essbaum writes poetry known for its “remarkable mix of eroticism and religiosity,” writes Rick Marlatt at Coldfront Magazine. Readers may choose to consider her poem “Precipice” in connection with the new year.

— Poetry Foundation

Precipice

By Jill Alexander Essbaum

The border
of a thing.

Its edge
or hem.

The selvage,
the skirt,

a perimeter’s
trim.

The blow
of daylight’s

end and
nighttime’s

beginning.
A fence

or a rim,
a margin,

a fringe.

And this:
the grim,

stingy
doorstep

where
the lapse

of passage
happens.

That slim
lip of land,

the liminal
verge

that slips
you past

your brink.

Where
and when

you
blink.

Times Selection Excerpt

“On Modern Time,” by Espen Hammer, a professor of philosophy, begins like this:

We live in time. On days like this one, when we find ourselves carried without any effort or intent from the end of one calendar year to the next, this observation is perhaps especially clear.

Our lives are temporal. Time passes, and with that our lives. Dissolving into things, processes and events as the mode of their becoming, time is a medium within which every being is able to exist and develop. Time is, however, also destructive. Its power means that everything, including ourselves, is transient, provisional and bound to come to an irreversible end.

Many philosophers have tried to articulate what it means to be not only temporal but aware of oneself as such. How should we interpret the fact of our own temporality? One response would be that the question is uninteresting or even banal. It simply involves living with clock time, the kind of time that scientists take for granted when they study nature and that we continuously keep track of via our watches and calendars.

So time has passed? You are getting older? It just means that a certain number of homogenous moments (seconds, minutes, hours and so on) have succeeded one another in a linear fashion: tick, tack, tick, tack. … Now look in the mirror!

At least since the introduction of the pocket watch in the 16th century brought exact time measurement into everyday life, modern agents have found themselves increasingly encased in a calculable and measurable temporal environment. We measure and organize time as never before, and we worry about not “losing” or “wasting” time, as though time was a finite substance or a container into which we should try to stuff as many good experiences as possible.

Clock time is the time of our modern, busy and highly coordinated and interconnected lives. It is the time of planning and control, of setting goals and achieving them in the most efficient manner. We move through such time in the same way we drive a car: calculating the distance passed while coordinating our movement with that of other drivers, passing through an environment that can never be particularly significant and which will soon be observable in the mirror.

Modern society is unimaginable without clock time. With the rise of the chronometer came a vast increase in discipline, efficiency and social speed, transforming every institution and human endeavor. The factory, the office, transportation, business, the flow of information — indeed, almost everything we do and relate to is to a greater or lesser extent controlled by the clock.

It was not always like this. In a medieval village, the day started not with the beep of the alarm clock but with birds gradually beginning to twitter, the light slowly starting to shine through the windows. When the observation of natural cycles played a greater role in people’s awareness of temporality, change was “softer,” less precisely calculable, and intimately tied to a more fluid and large-scale sense of rhythm.

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