"I shall arise and go now, and go to Innsmouth"
Falling out of a discussion of Poe's short stories with ravenblack, ravenblack pointed out Yeats's opinion that "The Pit and the Pendulum" "[does] not seem to me to have permanent literary value of any kind... Analyse the Pit and the Pendulum and you find an appeal to the nerves by tawdry physical affrightments." ravenblack then went on to say that he only knew Yeats through the Cranberries. No, not my favorite! I started casting lines at him, and a terrible beauty was born:
ravenblack: The only way I've even heard of Yeats is because of Cranberries. I have no idea what he wrote. Looking at a bibliography, I haven't heard of any of his plays, short stories, or poetry, at least not enough to recognize a title. Nor his two books that I didn't notice at first even on that page, ha.
Raven: "Empty your heart of its mortal dream?"
ravenblack: Nope.
Raven: "I shall arise, and go to Innisfree"?
ravenblack: Maybe. But I might be mixing that up with some H.P. Lovecraft.
... But that would be a great mashup. I know the Yeats half, but not enough Lovecraft to do it justice. I don't like horror -- I only read Lovecraft once, and that in grad school. After loudly saying how boring it was, I had the worst nightmares I've ever had before or since, and I haven't read any more of that guy's nightmare stories. [grin] Respect.
Raven: This would make a pretty good Lovecraft, really.
ravenblack: Ha ha. Yes. I hear it in the Deep One's core.
Raven: Yes. [giggling]
ravenblack: And evening full of the byakhee's wings.
Raven: I could do it if I knew more about Lovecraft.
ravenblack: For people who *do* know both things, it would probably be funnier to move the story of the poem into the style of Lovecraft, than vice-versa. The story is really really close to being a Lovecraft short already. Because of all the *noise* references. Leaving to a small town to get away from the noise, but surrounding self with bees, and then more noises growing more and more insane-making.
ravenblack: I think you *think* you hear them, is more the thing. Like the telltale heart. Which is why "always night and day, I hear lake water lapping" feels like that. Especially when it moves on to "I hear it in the deep heart's core", it's already sounding like "I have gone mad and can't escape the wet slithering sounds!"
Raven: [cracking up] Do you mind if I blog about this? Surely someone I know knows both and will write it.
ravenblack: Not at all.
Internet, it's up to you! I'm sorry/you're welcome. Poetry challenge.
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ravenblack: The only way I've even heard of Yeats is because of Cranberries. I have no idea what he wrote. Looking at a bibliography, I haven't heard of any of his plays, short stories, or poetry, at least not enough to recognize a title. Nor his two books that I didn't notice at first even on that page, ha.
Raven: "Empty your heart of its mortal dream?"
ravenblack: Nope.
Raven: "I shall arise, and go to Innisfree"?
ravenblack: Maybe. But I might be mixing that up with some H.P. Lovecraft.
... But that would be a great mashup. I know the Yeats half, but not enough Lovecraft to do it justice. I don't like horror -- I only read Lovecraft once, and that in grad school. After loudly saying how boring it was, I had the worst nightmares I've ever had before or since, and I haven't read any more of that guy's nightmare stories. [grin] Respect.
Raven: This would make a pretty good Lovecraft, really.
ravenblack: Ha ha. Yes. I hear it in the Deep One's core.
Raven: Yes. [giggling]
ravenblack: And evening full of the byakhee's wings.
Raven: I could do it if I knew more about Lovecraft.
ravenblack: For people who *do* know both things, it would probably be funnier to move the story of the poem into the style of Lovecraft, than vice-versa. The story is really really close to being a Lovecraft short already. Because of all the *noise* references. Leaving to a small town to get away from the noise, but surrounding self with bees, and then more noises growing more and more insane-making.
ravenblack: I think you *think* you hear them, is more the thing. Like the telltale heart. Which is why "always night and day, I hear lake water lapping" feels like that. Especially when it moves on to "I hear it in the deep heart's core", it's already sounding like "I have gone mad and can't escape the wet slithering sounds!"
Raven: [cracking up] Do you mind if I blog about this? Surely someone I know knows both and will write it.
ravenblack: Not at all.
Internet, it's up to you! I'm sorry/you're welcome. Poetry challenge.
This entry was originally posted at http://ivy.dreamwidth.org/173084.html and has
comments there. Please feel free to comment on either site; comments rock.