06-05-2012, 08:02 PM
I Would Talk to You of Beauty Edit 1.Thanks to erthona. Billy will follow
I would talk to you of beauty;
no more to spew out bile and spite.
What glory to my eye, green fields,
all starry topped in yellow trim.
And there, the poppy, clustered red:
remember him, remember him.
I would talk to you of beauty;
not of the choking guilty men.
But of the joy of a high grown tree,
all lichen hosed with glossy crown!
Though scarred the bark, and worn the bough,
where ropes of justice once hung down.
I would talk to you of beauty,
of seas aglow with nuclear blue.
Foamed irridescence, hyaline white,
comes fast and fluid to the shore,
to sink in sands of shingle bright,
that buries deep the stains of war.
I would talk to you of beauty,
of peaks thrust though the azure air.
Still frosted in the summer light,
ablaze when days fall in their shade.
Steep granite pecked by puny pitons;
failed fixes by the fallen made.
I would talk to you of beauty;
that truth which everywhere is seen.
The lifting light of mornings new,
the gentle bidding of each night.
When dreams will show you all of beauty....
whilst words, though chosen, only might..
Tectak 2011
Best,
tectak
by modifying the line splits in edit 1 I may have brought your suggestions to the fore. The nuclear bit is causing problems. see billies reply!
Best,
tectak
this is still work in progress but I think I am getting closer after some of the crots.
Best,
tectak
I would talk to you of beauty;
no more to spew out bile and spite.
What glory to my eye, green fields,
all starry topped in yellow trim.
And there, the poppy, clustered red:
remember him, remember him.
I would talk to you of beauty;
not of the choking guilty men.
But of the joy of a high grown tree,
all lichen hosed with glossy crown!
Though scarred the bark, and worn the bough,
where ropes of justice once hung down.
I would talk to you of beauty,
of seas aglow with nuclear blue.
Foamed irridescence, hyaline white,
comes fast and fluid to the shore,
to sink in sands of shingle bright,
that buries deep the stains of war.
I would talk to you of beauty,
of peaks thrust though the azure air.
Still frosted in the summer light,
ablaze when days fall in their shade.
Steep granite pecked by puny pitons;
failed fixes by the fallen made.
I would talk to you of beauty;
that truth which everywhere is seen.
The lifting light of mornings new,
the gentle bidding of each night.
When dreams will show you all of beauty....
whilst words, though chosen, only might..
Tectak 2011
(06-05-2012, 02:54 PM)billy Wrote:Thanks billy. The nuclear word just goes to show how it is possible to choose an adjective fpr it inherent meaning ( the blue glow that one sees in the water of deep tanks of nuclear storage facilities) and have its metaphoroic (accidental) meaning foremost! I will look at it. Thanks. The "peter piper picked a peckiness" of pecking petons may stay but I am wide open to suggestions.(06-01-2012, 07:19 PM)tectak Wrote: I Would Talk to You of Beauty from here on it has to be really goodi think the roll of the piece works well,as it travels to places of deadly beauty, love some of the images. though 'the nuclear blue' isn't something that would put me in mind of a beach landing (S3) apart from that i felt a lot of what was going on. (as much as possible while sat in my chair) the poppy has a certain connotation of war for me. i got all but K2 without the footnote. so i question if the footnote is necessary?
I would talk to you of beauty; no more to spew out bile and spite.
What glory to my eye, green fields, all starry topped in yellow trim.
And there, the poppy, clustered red:
remember him, remember him. green fields made me think of a song called "the green fields of france" so far so good as far as beauty goes
I would talk to you of beauty; not of the choking guilty men.
But of the joy of a high grown tree, all lichen hosed with glossy crown!
Though scarred the bark, and worn the bough,
where ropes of justice once hung down. sounds poignant with a different kind of beauty
I would talk to you of beauty, of seas aglow with nuclear blue. nuclear doesn't work with a beach invasion unless it's in japan this one presumably is the french coastline.
Foamed irridescence, hyaline white, comes fast and fluid to the shore,
to sink in sands of shingle bright,
that buries deep the stains of war.
I would talk to you of beauty, of peaks thrust though the azure air.
Still frosted in the summer light, ablaze when days fall in their shade.
Steep granite pecked by puny pitons; feels like one 'P' too many
failed fixes by the fallen made.
I would talk to you of beauty, that truth which everywhere is seen.
The lifting light of mornings new, the gentle bidding of each night.
When dreams will show you all of beauty....
whilst words, though chosen, only might.. the 1st two lines of this verse feel weak (a bit wishy washy)the last 2 though they feel weak close off the piece with a poignant strength that works really well.
Tectak 2011
Originally published and pre-mauled in another place but edited further.
S1 Poppy fields of Flanders
S2 Lillooets hanging tree
S3 Dunkirk landing
S4 K2. The deadliest Mountain
Written in thoughts of a sign in a beautiful part of a Polish forest declaring that here was a site of a mass execution. There are many such examples of surface beauty hiding ugly pasts.
the refrain worked reall even though it contained bueaty![]()
thanks for the read
Best,
tectak
(06-05-2012, 11:00 AM)Philatone Wrote: hello tecThanks phil,
I would have preferred not to have read the explanation, to be honest. that being said, my thoughts on the actual piece.
(06-01-2012, 07:19 PM)tectak Wrote: I Would Talk to You of Beautyoverall, I think you show the contrasts between past and present pretty well, tec
I would talk to you of beauty; no more to spew out bile and spite. ...took this as either the speaker deciding to stop "spewing out bile and spite" or as beauty stopping it. I think a comma would suggest the second more than a semi-colon
What glory to my eye, green fields, all starry topped in yellow trim.
And there, the poppy, clustered red:
remember him, remember him....like the sinister quality imparted to the "red"
I would talk to you of beauty; not of the choking guilty men....could be a comma instead of a period. the meaning is clear, but "choking guilty men" felt a little clunky to me
But of the joy of a high grown tree, all lichen hosed with glossy crown!
Though scarred the bark, and worn the bough,...second comma needed?
where ropes of justice once hung down.
I would talk to you of beauty, of seas aglow with nuclear blue...."nuclear" didn't strike me as the ideal word here (personal preference)
Foamed irridescence, hyaline white, comes fast and fluid to the shore,
to sink in sands of shingle bright,...when no other line is inverted until now, this stands out more
that buries deep the stains of war.
I would talk to you of beauty, of peaks thrust though the azure air.
Still frosted in the summer light, ablaze when days fall in their shade.
Steep granite pecked by puny pitons;
failed fixes by the fallen made.
I would talk to you of beauty, that truth which everywhere is seen.
The lifting light of mornings new, the gentle bidding of each night.
When dreams will show you all of beauty....
whilst words, though chosen, only might.....strong closing line, compares words to history in a way
Tectak 2011
by modifying the line splits in edit 1 I may have brought your suggestions to the fore. The nuclear bit is causing problems. see billies reply!
Best,
tectak
(06-05-2012, 01:29 PM)addy Wrote: I really like this piece, questions on form aside. I'm a big fan of the images you used. i found your juxtapositions vivid and highly effectiveThanks addy,
(06-01-2012, 07:19 PM)tectak Wrote: I Would Talk to You of Beauty
I would talk to you of beauty; no more to spew out bile and spite. agree with Phil that a comma is better, since "bile and spite" is so arresting
What glory to my eye, green fields, all starry topped in yellow trim.
And there, the poppy, clustered red:
remember him, remember him. like it so far
I would talk to you of beauty; not of the choking guilty men.
But of the joy of a high grown tree, all lichen hosed with glossy crown!
Though scarred the bark, and worn the bough,
where ropes of justice once hung down.
I would talk to you of beauty, of seas aglow with nuclear blue.
Foamed irridescence "foamed irridescence" struck me as a bit unwieldy and vague, but that's just personal taste, hyaline white, comes fast and fluid to the shore,
to sink in sands of shingle bright,
that buries deep the stains of war.
I would talk to you of beauty, of peaks thrust though the azure air.
Still frosted in the summer light, ablaze when days fall in their shade.
Steep granite pecked by puny pitons;
failed fixes by the fallen made.
I would talk to you of beauty, that truth which everywhere is seen. I like the sentiment, but maybe this line could stand to be stronger
The lifting light of mornings new, the gentle bidding of each night.
When dreams will show you all of beauty....
whilst words, though chosen, only might.. Beautiful. Don't think you even need to get fancy with the punctuation
Tectak 2011
Originally published and pre-mauled in another place but edited further.
S1 Poppy fields of Flanders
S2 Lillooets hanging tree
S3 Dunkirk landing
S4 K2. The deadliest Mountain
Written in thoughts of a sign in a beautiful part of a Polish forest declaring that here was a site of a mass execution. There are many such examples of surface beauty hiding ugly pasts.
this is still work in progress but I think I am getting closer after some of the crots.
Best,
tectak



the last 2 though they feel weak close off the piece with a poignant strength that works really well.