| 3:19p |
My favorite poem - Kubla Khan by Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Current Mood: ecstatic |
| 3:31p |
Musical Inspirations
Here are a few songs from my 'writing mix' that never fail to get me into an inspirational mood:
"Walking in the Air" - Nightwish
"Pompeii" - E.S. Posthumus
"Mitternacht" - E nomine
"Path" - Apocalyptica
"Requiem for a Dream"
"Duel of the Fates" - Star Wars Episode I
"Seigi to jiyuu" - Gundam Seed
"Coming Home" - The Cruxshadows
"May it be" - Enya
"Bless the Child" - Nightwish
"Mein herz brent" - Rammstein
"Stand My Ground" - Within Temptation
"The Phantom of the Opera" - The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack
"O Fortuna"
I definitely recommend them. ^___^
I'm very much into soundtracks, instrumental, lyrics that merge with the music, rock, chanting - all mixed into one. Or at least arranged so they can amplify a mood. ^__~!
I find that if I let the mix go on random, the way the songs end up in an arrangement can almost tell a story of their own, even if some of them have no words at all or words in another language. |