Alfred Noyes "The Highwayman"
Christine Rosetti's "Goblin Market"
Handsome brooding vampire guy has to swoop in all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead. How 'bout leaving some scraps for the homely-looking fellows who don't turn evil when they get some?
Doyle ,'Life of the Party'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Scrappy - Jun 20, 2008 8:48:26 am PDT #6447 of 28373
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 8:49:08 am PDT #6448 of 28373
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I think Goblin Market might win in a Goth Poetry Deathmatch.
lisah - Jun 20, 2008 8:52:26 am PDT #6449 of 28373
Punishingly Intricate
I think Goblin Market might win in a Goth Poetry Deathmatch
Oh yeah! I just got a full body shiver thinking about it!
Jesse - Jun 20, 2008 8:58:43 am PDT #6450 of 28373
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Junot Diaz was on the Colbert Report on Wednesday. He was pretty awesome.
Awesome. I will watch that tonight!
Atropa - Jun 20, 2008 9:00:14 am PDT #6451 of 28373
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I think Goblin Market might win in a Goth Poetry Deathmatch.
It certainly gets my vote.
DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 9:01:55 am PDT #6452 of 28373
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
It certainly gets my vote.
C'mon now, I'm depending on you to round out the top ten.
DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 9:03:17 am PDT #6453 of 28373
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
If Jen weren't traveling today, I'd get her choice for Gothiest Shakespearean Sonnet.
Also, Jilli, since you're a trained singer, what would be the Gothiest Opera?
Macbeth? Bluebeard?
juliana - Jun 20, 2008 9:07:36 am PDT #6454 of 28373
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Um. Not Jen, but Sonnet 73's pretty damn gothy:
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
Fred Pete - Jun 20, 2008 9:09:38 am PDT #6455 of 28373
Ann, that's a ferret.
I know little more about Goth than from reading Gothic Charm School, but wouldn't Edgar Allan Poe land a spot or two on the list?
Sue - Jun 20, 2008 9:12:29 am PDT #6456 of 28373
hip deep in pie
Here's a fragment of a poem by Keats:
This Living Hand
This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed—see here it is—
I hold it towards you.