November 4, 2012
theonlymagicleftisart: (Lauren Treece) “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,For I would ride with you upon the wind,Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” —W.B. Yeats

theonlymagicleftisart:

(Lauren Treece)

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”

—W.B. Yeats

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July 31, 2012

David Bowie — “Modern Love.”

It’s not really work
It’s just the power to charm
I’m still standing in the wind
But I never wave bye bye
But I try, I try

I bet you could get a lot of mileage out of an essay tracing how Bowie’s Yeatsian distrust of modernity—which you could argue extends back as far as “Space Oddity”—managed to stay constant throughout each one of his chameleonic genre shifts. It’s the beating heart of Hunky Dory and the glam albums; it’s at its nastiest on Young Americans and especially Station to Station; it’s the chilly undercurrent slowing the convalescence of the Berlin records. And some subtle seed of it nags away during “Modern Love,” no matter how cool or deliriously energetic it gets.

Anyway, you can’t dance to Yeats. You bet your ass you can dance to “Modern Love.”

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June 13, 2012
Sharing Poetry: W.B. Yeats, "When You are Old"

sharingpoetry:

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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May 17, 2012
W. B. Yeats, The Mermaid A little more mellifluous articulation of what I was just thinking about.

W. B. Yeats, The Mermaid

A little more mellifluous articulation of what I was just thinking about.

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