J. Press SS24
15 hours ago
THE NAKED APE GETS DRESSED. For those who strive for better things and who understand, as did Ben Jonson, that: "the pipe marks the point at which the orang-utan ends and man begins". - And those who understand S T Coleridge's: "While Fate tramples on things of beauty, the indignant human heart shall utter them."
All day long I was threading the vine of fraudulent relationships; is it sufficient; this piece with that? How much in terms of value is it worth? Does it all fit nicely together?
ReplyDeleteThen this evening I saw The Caretaker at the local theatre; Pinter's dialogue had such an interrogative quality about it; the pace (when it is "recited" well is both alarming and stunning; the words spill all over us. I think that his art was perfect. If he had been a composer surely his use of counterpoint would have been bloody ace.
As to roses I love the Burns not because it is a traditional love poem but because of its melody; its dance and I (along with practically everybody) love to hum it, sing it and tap my toes to its harmonies!!!!!!!!!!!!
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!