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Post by Pink Betty on Jan 18, 2012 10:36:55 GMT
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Post by ncsonde on Jan 18, 2012 12:26:36 GMT
Orff!! That hurt!
I want one. No, Mister Aubrey, I expect you never to be able to play your Zappa records ever again.
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Post by aubrey on Jan 19, 2012 13:32:02 GMT
This is a canon:
That Carl Orff piece is just bombast.
Oddly enough, there is a Fall song called Bombast
All those whose mind entitles themselves,
and whose main entitle is themselves,
shall feel the wrath of my bombast!
Clanging in my heart.
Bastard! Idiot!
Feel the wrath of my bombast!
Bastard idiot!
Feel the wrath.
Those who dare mix real life with politics
And go on regardless of the..of the discoveries
Will feel the wrath of bombast
The Fall also had a song about the joys of repetition (Repetition in the music, and we're never going to lose it...), something that Bach understood very well.
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Post by ncsonde on Jan 30, 2012 18:55:55 GMT
What amazing poetry! Auden eat your heart out. That Fall guy must be some sort of genius to come out with lines like that.
Clanging in my heart.
Bastard! Idiot!
Feel the wrath of my bombast!
Bloody genius!
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Post by aubrey on Jan 31, 2012 13:59:13 GMT
Oh, right.
(Just because you aren't intelligent enough to recognise genius... But, as a hint, it has to be spoken/sung/shouted.)
Seriously, you really don't seem to understand is that the point of poetry is as much the sound of it as the meaning.
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