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9 June 2013
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I think The End (focusing more on the last part of the song) seems pretty poetic. Also Michelle would make a nice poem, I’ve been in kind of a Rubber Soul kick lately and Girl would also be beautiful. That’s all I can really think of right now, it’s getting late and i should probably get off the computer.
and to DayInTheLife, I really like your signature, I’d never heard that quote before.
“Anyway, there is one thing I have learned and that is not to dress uncomfortably, in styles which hurt: winklepicker shoes that cripple your feet and tight pants that squash your balls. Indian clothes are better.” - George Harrison
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1 August 2013
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Apologies for a very late reply…
Bungalow Bob said
Acmac, these are valid criticisms and your point is very well stated. However… (ahem)… if you are to dislike “Across The Universe ” for its purple prose, then how can you ignore the strained, overwrought imagery of “I Am The Walrus ?” Or why doesn’t “While My Guitar Gently Weep” bother you, with the cringe-worthy bridge consisting of the “diverted, perverted, inverted, alerted” rhyme scheme. (George was furiously thumbing through the rhyming dictionary there.)I take no offense because you think the song sounds like “student work.” (Paul Simon’s “Sounds Of Silence,” and “I Am A Rock;” now there’s some purple student work.) In fact, now that you mention it, “dance before me like a million eyes” is pretty laughable. I never noticed that before. I enjoy almost everything the Beatles did, even though it you examine the music closely enough, there is a lot not to like. Another thing I enjoy is a civilized, good-natured debate, and I think we’ve got that here.
You make excellent points! And it just goes to show how much tastes differ. I don’t find the imagery of “Walrus” to be strained or overwrought at all — I love it; I think it’s brilliant. For me it all coalesces into a hi-def vision of pain and fear and filth and menace that cuts right to the bone. And oh my, John’s vocal. I think it’s one of his most genius deliveries ever. I am BUYING what he is selling, man. That said, Geoff Emerick is right: George Martin deserves mad props for the arrangement and production. Genius all around. Also the song just feels more personal and sincere to me, whereas I feel John is posturing in “ATU.” Even the title is pretentious — the UNIVERSE? Really, John?? Yes, do tell us about THE UNIVERSE, lol.
And “Walrus” is almost purely imagistic; “ATU” is a clutter of unwieldy adjectives, adverbs, and similes: “endless,” “restless,” “limitless, undying”; “blindly,” “wildly”; the aforementioned “LIKE A MILLION EYES” and the equally laughable “LIKE A MILLION SUNS” — and don’t even get me started on “pools of sorrow, waves of joy, are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me.” Ugh. There are only so many multisyllabic Latinates and nebulous abstractions (“life,” “love,” “sorrow,” “joy”) a poem can take before it collapses under it’s own weight. I even hate the verbs “slither” and “meander”! Blegh. “Images of broken light.” Yuck. “Inciting and inviting me.” Ew.
Heh. So, basically the song has NO redeeming qualities for me! Except for the nice chorus and the “wind inside a letterbox” image, which does strike my fancy.
Paul offends similarly in “LAWR.” “The wild and windy night that the rain washed away has left a pool of tears crying for the day”? Good grief. So maudlin. Still like the song, tho. I guess I can stomach maudlin better than pretentious (same deal with honest feel-good fluff; give me that any day over stilted pretension or preachiness).
I see what you mean, but I don’t at all mind the bridge of “Gently Weeps.” He may have been thumbing through the dictionary, but he makes it work; it’s a cogent and interesting statement, to me (well, maybe “diverted” strains). Beyond that, I believe him; it’s one of George’s most heartfelt vocals. I agree the song is kinda… bombastic and overblown, but it’s a particular flavor of bombast for which I have affection. It’s such quintessential Sixties Epic Balladry (very much like “Sound of Silence”). And yet the quiet, acoustic version of “WMGGW” is equally lovely. I wish the “play you are staging” couplet had made it into the official version; it balances the “sweeping” lines.
Absolutely agree about civil disagreement. It’s fun to compare notes with you. 
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16 September 2013
Offline acmac said
Apologies for a very late reply…Bungalow Bob said
Acmac, these are valid criticisms and your point is very well stated. However… (ahem)… if you are to dislike “Across The Universe ” for its purple prose, then how can you ignore the strained, overwrought imagery of “I Am The Walrus ?” Or why doesn’t “While My Guitar Gently Weep” bother you, with the cringe-worthy bridge consisting of the “diverted, perverted, inverted, alerted” rhyme scheme. (George was furiously thumbing through the rhyming dictionary there.)I take no offense because you think the song sounds like “student work.” (Paul Simon’s “Sounds Of Silence,” and “I Am A Rock;” now there’s some purple student work.) In fact, now that you mention it, “dance before me like a million eyes” is pretty laughable. I never noticed that before. I enjoy almost everything the Beatles did, even though it you examine the music closely enough, there is a lot not to like. Another thing I enjoy is a civilized, good-natured debate, and I think we’ve got that here.
You make excellent points! And it just goes to show how much tastes differ. I don’t find the imagery of “Walrus” to be strained or overwrought at all — I love it; I think it’s brilliant. For me it all coalesces into a hi-def vision of pain and fear and filth and menace that cuts right to the bone. And oh my, John’s vocal. I think it’s one of his most genius deliveries ever. I am BUYING what he is selling, man. That said, Geoff Emerick is right: George Martin deserves mad props for the arrangement and production. Genius all around. Also the song just feels more personal and sincere to me, whereas I feel John is posturing in “ATU.” Even the title is pretentious — the UNIVERSE? Really, John?? Yes, do tell us about THE UNIVERSE, lol.
And “Walrus” is almost purely imagistic; “ATU” is a clutter of unwieldy adjectives, adverbs, and similes: “endless,” “restless,” “limitless, undying”; “blindly,” “wildly”; the aforementioned “LIKE A MILLION EYES” and the equally laughable “LIKE A MILLION SUNS” — and don’t even get me started on “pools of sorrow, waves of joy, are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me.” Ugh. There are only so many multisyllabic Latinates and nebulous abstractions (“life,” “love,” “sorrow,” “joy”) a poem can take before it collapses under it’s own weight. I even hate the verbs “slither” and “meander”! Blegh. “Images of broken light.” Yuck. “Inciting and inviting me.” Ew.
Heh. So, basically the song has NO redeeming qualities for me! Except for the nice chorus and the “wind inside a letterbox” image, which does strike my fancy.
Paul offends similarly in “LAWR.” “The wild and windy night that the rain washed away has left a pool of tears crying for the day”? Good grief. So maudlin. Still like the song, tho. I guess I can stomach maudlin better than pretentious (same deal with honest feel-good fluff; give me that any day over stilted pretension or preachiness).
I see what you mean, but I don’t at all mind the bridge of “Gently Weeps.” He may have been thumbing through the dictionary, but he makes it work; it’s a cogent and interesting statement, to me (well, maybe “diverted” strains). Beyond that, I believe him; it’s one of George’s most heartfelt vocals. I agree the song is kinda… bombastic and overblown, but it’s a particular flavor of bombast for which I have affection. It’s such quintessential Sixties Epic Balladry (very much like “Sound of Silence”). And yet the quiet, acoustic version of “WMGGW” is equally lovely. I wish the “play you are staging” couplet had made it into the official version; it balances the “sweeping” lines.
Absolutely agree about civil disagreement. It’s fun to compare notes with you.
Acmac, thanks for your very late but highly entertaining reply. This latest post of yours was as much fun (to me) to read as the big-time rock critics who lace their music reviews with tangential banter and humorous asides. For example: “There are only so many multi-syllabic Latinates and nebulous abstractions… a poem can take before it collapses under its own weight.” Now that sounds like a colorful line of dialogue that Woody Allen would write for one of his characters. I had to look up the word “Latinate,” and I’m still not sure I’d be comfortable using it in a sentence. But I sure enjoyed encountering it. I hope to hear more of your pithy dissection of the Beatles’ “poetry.”
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I think
the first part of “Happiness Is A Warm Gun “
really works as poetry
(if you ignore the “do de doo doo, whoah yeah” bit).
The lizard on the windowpane,
the soap impression of the wife,
the multicoloured mirrors on the hobnailed boot:
This is all some pretty effective imagery (I think).
But then,
I really don’t know anything about poetry.
In fact,
I kinda hate it.
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1 August 2013
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16 September 2013
Offline Von Bontee said
I think
the first part of “Happiness Is A Warm Gun “
really works as poetry
(if you ignore the “do de doo doo, whoah yeah” bit).The lizard on the windowpane,
the soap impression of the wife,
the multicoloured mirrors on the hobnailed boot:This is all some pretty effective imagery (I think).
But then,
I really don’t know anything about poetry.
In fact,
I kinda hate it.
Von Bontee, this was a brilliant idea of yours, to write a poem about the Beatles’ lyrics as poetry. I may not know much about iambic pentameter, but dog-gonnit, I know a poem when I hear one. I found myself imagining that I was sitting on a metal folding chair in a small audience as you stood at a rickety podium, reading this. And when you reached the dramatic ending (In fact… I kinda hate it.), I wondered if applause was called for. I don’t know the etiquette of poetry readings, so I Googled it. According to one website, “Beatnik applause” is often employed at poetry readings: everyone in the audience snaps their fingers in unison at the conclusion of a poem. So… Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. (Since you can’t actually hear these well-deserved finger-snaps, I’m using a little poetic license here.)
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14 December 2009
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The fact that I originally wrote it as a regular paragraph then just decided to add the improvised line breaks afterwards on impulse (’cause “why not?”) basically shows what little I know about actual poetry – which I really hate when I have to read a poem over & over because I JUST DON’T GET IT and then resent the author for making me feel stupid and soulless. (I have encountered poems that I do really like, or find quite impressive at the least.)
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Only poem I’ve ever enjoyed is this one, because it makes fun of poetry. Just shows how much I hate poetry.
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Oh yeah and Flying …those “Lalalala” parts are really thought-provoking.
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Offline IveJustSeenAFaceo said
Only poem I’ve ever enjoyed is this one, because it makes fun of poetry. Just shows how much I hate poetry.
How could you hate poetry? :O
What about this ‘lil gem that I was reading on Wednesday
Sailing to Byzanthium- W.B Yeats
THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
– Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God ‘s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Or a poem talking about 1963:
Annus Mirabilis- Philip Larkin (one of my favourite poets)
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me)
– Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles’ first LP.
Up to then there’d only been
A sort of bargaining,
A wrangle for the ring,
A shame that started at sixteen
And spread to everything.
Then all at once the quarrel sank:
Everyone felt the same,
And every life became
A brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game.
So life was never better than
In nineteen sixty-three (Though just too late for me) –
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles’ first LP.
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IT’S BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE,
AN OLD HAND GATHERS WOOD,
CAN HE SEE ME SITTING HERE?
HIS MIND IS SOMEWHERE ELSE.
HIS FRIENDS HAVE FLOWN AWAY,
HE’S LEFT OUT IN THE COLD.
HE WON’T SIT BY MY FIRE,
HE SAYS HE LIKES IT IN THE SNOW.
WHERE FOOTPRINTS NEVER GO,
HE LIKES IT IN THE SNOW.
IT’S GETTING DARK OUTSIDE,
THE OLD MAN’S GOING HOME.
HAS HE SOMEONE WAITING THERE?
IS HE LIVING ON HIS OWN?
WHERE FOOTPRINTS NEVER GO,
HE LIKES IT IN THE SNOW.
OH, WHITE BLANKET,
COVERS THE MEMORY OF ALL THAT USED TO BE,
BUT HIS HEART KEEPS ACHING IN THE SAME OLD WAY,
HE CAN’T HELP FEELING THAT SHE MIGHT COME BACK SOME DAY.
IT’S BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE,
A MAGPIE LOOKS FOR FOOD.
THE OLD HAND THROWS A CRUMB,
DO YOU THINK HE’S FOUND A FRIEND?
WHERE FOOTPRINTS NEVER GO,
HE LIKES IT IN THE SNOW.
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Offline Bungalow Bob said
It is a very blustery, dark rainy morning here in Seattle, Washington. I just walked outside to mail a letter. Now, as I’m reading this thread, I’m reminded of a line from a song: “Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox“… I don’t think you even have to understand the English language to hear how beautifully that “flows.”
You’re quite right. The music is in the words.
“Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit” (“Perhaps one day it will be a pleasure to look back on even this”; Virgil, The Aeneid, Book 1, line 203, where Aeneas says this to his men after the shipwreck that put them on the shores of Africa)
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26 January 2017
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I think a lot of Georgie’s solo work (ex. Beware Of Darkness , Your Love Is Forever, Here Comes the Moon, etc.) could be great if read as poetry. He’s got quite a way with words.
Very True. Give Me Love is a very simple, very poignant poem as well.
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