Cento or Mosaic Patchwork team challenge, A newer form in Karnak Options

[Arnfinn]

Hey Grace,


No ya havent, youve read Cicely Scragragget?

Whhhhhhhhhhhhhooooeee...What a poet! She won the Mabel Prize ya Know!

 :dance:

Yeah! I remember the bird nappy one. Yeah, that was quite a hit. that was the bit kindof what ya couldnt put in.

What a poet Grace,


One of me favourites is 'Me Dustbin on Me Head' Grrrrrrrrrrreat words...

It starts off...

Here I lie in bed, dustbin on me head
Reciting Alex Pope, while I'm smokin dope

Damn it all, Grace can't seem to recall the next couple lines :p

Do ya remember them, she had a standing ovation at the Carnegie Bistro with this one.

You've read Cicely Scragragget--I can't believe it.


Arniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie

[Cleo_Serapis]

So which one would you like for the next line John? ???

[Cybele]

Hi Arn,

Please go to the Basilica for the reply to your off topic question.

Sorry Lori. (Oh, that should be in Hermes) Off topic again.  

[Cleo_Serapis]

OOohhhh -

This one is very pretty Arrrnnnniieeee:

'Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born'

Who wrote it and what poem?



COOL

[Arnfinn]

Sorry Lori I must apologise.

I'm not giving you a fair go.  :wizard: You are very gracious and so is Grace of course for puting up with me.

I promise to be good from now on.



 :wizard:  :lovie:  :cloud9:  :cheer:  :hsdance:  :laugh:

grovel


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...


'Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born'


Robert Graves

To Lucia at Birth

Verse 1  Line 2


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...
Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born


Howsssssss that.   Not out.


John

[Cleo_Serapis]

I think that sounds great John! :hsdacne: Just ONE LAST LINE now to sum up this piece of ours....

Hmmmm - let us all look for something to rhyme with born and sum our thoughts.

So far, we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born



01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves

[Ephiny]

Hello everyone..

Is it ok to join in?  These are just suggestions..they're not great.  The poem sounds brilliant, by the way..a great team effort!

Here they are..

"In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn"
Dylan Thomas "A Refusal to Mourn"

or (although you might need a slightly longer line than this)

"A terrible beauty is born"
from WB Yeats "Easter 1916"

or

"Out of the mouth of plenty's horn,"
also from Yeats "A Prayer for my Daughter"

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Lucie.

Come on in surely and join us!

I prefer this option you've posted:

Out of the mouth of plenty's horn,
also from Yeats "A Prayer for my Daughter"


as the close. Do you Grace and John agree?

If so, We can post the final poem here and then start a new one (once we've given this first one a title).

Cool!

Cleo

It would look like this:


If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves
18) A Prayer for my Daughter by WB Yeats

[Arnfinn]

Lori

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


Yes! The lines seem to blend in well.


:pharoah2



Arnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie  :wizard:  :wizard:  :wizard:  :detective:

[Cleo_Serapis]

I agree thanks to Lucie!

If our Grace agrees, we need  title next....

HUGS
Cleo

[Cybele]

Hi Lori, Arniie and Lucy (Welcome! Lovely to see you here)

This has turned out very well n'est pas?

Now for a title.

For consideration may I offer

Renaissance  
Salvation
The calling
From the ashes
Cornucopia


(In no particular order)

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Lori, Arniie and Lucy (Welcome! Lovely to see you here)

This has turned out very well n'est pas?

Now for a title.

For consideration may I offer

Renaissance  
Salvation
The calling
From the ashes
Cornucopia


(In no particular order)

Because I need the visual again, here is our effort:

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves
18) A Prayer for my Daughter by WB Yeats

I vote for the title to be:
The Calling

What do you think? TY Grace!

~Cleo  :claps:

[Arnfinn]

 :cool:  :cool:  :cool:



Well the last couplet refers to the horn of plenty- cornucopia.


So 'The Calling' sounds appropriate.


So I agree with Lori.    :wizard:  :wizard:  :pharoah:  :troy:

[Ephiny]

Yes, The Calling seems very apt and a lovely title:) This is a most enjoyable exercise!!

[Cleo_Serapis]

Cool!   Here is the result of our first team effort with this Cento form...

I am also going to post a copy in Karnac as well.

Enjoy!
~Cleo  

The Calling
by Arnfinn, Cleo_Serapis, Cybele and Ephiny

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves
18) A Prayer for my Daughter by WB Yeats

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hello!

Let's start another, shall we?

I'll start with this:

There was an ancient City, stricken down

(1) 'Four Riddles' by Lewis Carroll


Anyone like to continue (It doesn't have to rhyme).

Cheers!
~Cleo  

[Ephiny]

How about

"Dead-pale between the houses high"

from "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred Tennyson

[Cleo_Serapis]

That's great Lucie!  :pharoah2

So now we have:

There was an ancient City, stricken down
Dead-pale between the houses high

(1) 'Four Riddles' by Lewis Carroll
(2) 'The Lady of Shalott' by Alfred Tennyson

 :dance:

[Cybele]

Hi Lore and Lucie,

Stanza 1 L3

God's pamper'd people whom, debauch'd with ease,

Now we have

There was an ancient City, stricken down
Dead-pale between the houses high
God's pamper'd people whom, debauch'd with ease,
   

(1) 'Four Riddles' by Lewis Carroll
(2) 'The Lady of Shalott' by Alfred Tennyson
(3)'Absalom and Achitophel' by John Dryden

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi everyone!

I'm going to start another tile for the second Mosaic poem effort. I'll add a link to it here once I've created it.

Please go here

http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/cgi-bin....580;r=1

to continue this second Cento poem.

Cheers!
~Cleo