Day 20 ~ Music Quotes

As I mentioned a few posts ago, something I am changing on this blog from what I did last year is that not every quote is going to be from a book. Instead I want to use quotes and sayings that speak to me, instead of searching for a quote. Most of the quotes here will still be from books, but I like the idea of being able to share quotes from anywhere. To kick off using quotes from music, today instead of a quote, I decided to share a poem I wrote in one of my classes last year where we were learning to teach poetry.

It is called a found poem. For those who don’t know what a found poem is, it is pretty much using words that already exist, and creating a poem out of them. Such as having an article and highlighting a few lines or words that stand out to you, and creating a poem that way.

What I did was more of an Ipod shuffle. I turned my Ipod on, and wrote the first line of every song that played for a while. I then rearranged them in a way I thought made sense. I enjoyed the way it turned out. How so many different lines, from different songs, from different artist, from different genres, seemed to find a way to fit together, even if it doesn’t fit perfectly 🙂

I think it is a good example of life. We are all a different song lyric. We follow life by our own tune. Sometimes we come across other lyrics that when we try to blend together we create the sound of a dying cat. But when we find the right lyrics, we can make some pretty decent harmonies 😉

~Elizabeth

PS Excuse the bad music metaphor and ramblings, still fighting the flu and I blame the meds 😉

 

It’s been a really really messed up week.

Where it Began, I can’t begin to know

 

Guess this means you’re sorry

I’d really hate to let this moment go

 

Something has changed within me

Closed off from love, I didn’t need the pain

 

Wise men Say

You can’t always get what you want

Sometimes in our lives we all have pain

 

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

I need another story

 

Somewhere out there beneath the pale Moonlight

Rising up

There’s a hero if you look inside your heart

Forget your troubles come on get happy

 

 Song titles and artists:

Tonight Tonight- Hot Chelle Rae

Sweet Caroline-Neil Diamond

 

My Life Would Suck Without You- Avril Lavigne

Don’t You Wanna Stay-Jason Aldean and Kelly Clarkson

 

Defying Gravity-Wicked Original Broadway Play

Bleeding Love-Leona Lewis

 

I Can’t Help Falling in Love-UB40

You Can’t Always Get What You Want-Rolling Stones

Lean On Me-Michael Bolton

 

Good Riddance-Green Day

Secrets-OneRepublic

 

Somewhere Out There-Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram

Eye of the Tiger-Survivor

Hero-Mariah Carey

Get happy-Judy Garland

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Day 19 ~ The Raven

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

Happy Birthday Edgar Allen Poe

Interestingly enough I chose the quote for yesterday’s post from Barnaby Rudge written by Charles Dickens completely by chance. While deciding which quote to use today, I discovered it was Edgar Allen Poe’s birthday. Upon finding this out I decided to of course quote from The Raven, especially since I chose my blog name as a reflection of that poem. I was surprised to discover that Poe’s Raven was inspired by Grip the raven in Barnaby Rudge. There is a part in the book where Grip the raven makes a noise and someone says “What is that – him tapping at the door?” “Tis some knocking softly at the shutter.” Thought I would share that fun little tid bit with you 🙂 I know I usually follow up a quote with a few sentences about my thoughts regarding the quote, but I think this is one I will leave it as it is,

only this,

and nothing more.

~Elizabeth

For the full poem:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you” – here I opened wide the door; Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; ‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never – nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

Edgar Allen Poe