Wednesday, 13 April 2011

W.H.Auden, Funeral Blues

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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This is my 'sad times' poem. Let me just explain that, have you ever had a moment where you are so angry or frustrated or upset or alone or all four and you really really really need to just cry and let off some steam but no matter what you do the tears just won't come? I know I have, and sometimes it happens weekly.

In those times I read or listen to this poem and I've found that the best reading by far is from Four Weddings and a Funeral (you can find it on youtube) because it just shows the amount of emotion that this poem needs to be awesome (in the original meaning of the word). This is also the version I managed to find and put onto my ipod just because sometimes you need to cry on-the-go.

From the very first line I start to cry and blubber and sniffle because these are feelings I can relate to personally which makes it hit my heart every time I read it.

So when you're sad, read this poem, savour the words, think about the meaning and love W.H. Auden for creating such a beautiful poem.

Other 'sad times' poems or songs I'd like to recommend are -
 - Song - Les Miserables, Fantine's Death (the 10th Anniversary by Ruthie Henshall)
 - Song - Wicked, I'm not that Girl
 - Poem - Do Not Stand at My Grave - Various versions are available
 - Song - Sarah McLachlan, Arms of the Angels

Until next time Readers x

Born from a Biro

This is my blog. I know what you're thinking...'well duh! What a way to state the obvious' but I thought it was an appropriate introduction for my first ever blog. So because this is an introductory blog I'm just going to lay out some facts for you...

 - Some of you may recognise the phrase "Born from a Boombox" from Step Up 3 and I decided to take this and adapt it to my life thus the title 'Born from a Biro' came to life.

- I am a reader, it's what I do, it's who I am and it's what shapes my life.

- When I'm not reading I'm usually writing, from poetry to fiction to fanfiction.

- I may not be any good at it or I may be brilliant at it (I get different reviews) I love to sing. It's something I've always done and always loved doing. I love to sing everything; church hymns, show tunes, pop, rock, opera.

- As you probably have guessed I also love to listen to music anything interest's me except techno which I really cannot stand because it really gets on my nerves.

- I guess the last thing to mention is films. Comedy, musicals, romance, period dramas ... basically anything with the exception of horror.

Along with my family of Mother, Brother and 2 Sisters these are the things I'm going to be writing about. Just the insane ramblings of an 18 year old female.

I hope you enjoy reading and please follow me :)