Showing posts with label R. Show all posts
Showing posts with label R. Show all posts

Wednesday, 28 January 2026

Thursday, 3 October 2024

Robert Frost: Nothing Gold Can Stay (1923)

Nothing Gold Can Stay (1923)
by Robert Frost | 1923

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.

Saturday, 4 September 2021

W.A.S.P. - Reidolized - The Film (2018)

W.A.S.P. - Reidolized
(The Soundtrack to The Crimson Idol)
Dir. Ralph Ziman

Even though I'll be referring to the album itself, the text below is primarily for the sixty-minute 'film' that accompanied W.A.S.P.'s re-recording of their fifth studio album, The Crimson Idol, which was originally released back in 1992. If ever I do a band discography post I'll give the new version of the album the kudos it deserves.

The 'film' is the album's songs with occasional v/o narration by vocalist Blackie Lawless; i.e., parts of The Story of Jonathan (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) track that was included on the 1998 remaster of the 1992 concept album.

Documenting the tragic rise and fall of a fictional rock star named Jonathan Aaron Steele, and incorporating such themes as abandonment, emotional need, addiction, ambition and, ultimately, self-worth, it's presented in grainy lo-fi B+W with frequent splashes of symbolic crimson. It's a conceptually interesting idea that nevertheless gets tiresome pretty quickly.

Thursday, 15 July 2021

Samuel Coleridge: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1834 vers.)

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge | 1834 vers.

The Argument: how a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.

PART I

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

Sunday, 22 November 2020

Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven (1845)

The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe | 1845

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more."

Saturday, 3 October 2020

Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken (1916)

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost | 1916

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;