Thursday, April 19, 2012

Megadeth - Looking Down The Cross

Now before they take me and my blessed life
Now you'll know why death was summoned here tonight
I'll recall my perils they'll kill me in pride
No, I can't run away there's no place to hide

Though too much to live for I owe enough to die
Ask not for salvation my death shall mean their lives
Hatred and guilt the altar they've built high priests of sin
Destiny, fate the wicked ones gate beckoning you in
Beckoning you in

Down the walkways through the blood stained town
Looking down the cross bleeding from the crown
Led to stay to die beside the thieves
Kill the king of the world to be

And now to you, and this will come a putrefying pestilence
More noxious than the serpents breath malevolently destined
More corrupt than the malice of Choronzon
More disease than the wind of the moonlight sun

Putrefaction you have caused no need for confession
Now you wish you had a god to stop your demolition
Crushing the bones of a hundred fold, swing the judgement hammer
Man, child no-one is safe, the heads of the dead are the banner

And this was all you got so don these broken wings
Sands of time run out bells of hades ring
Is this a nightmare to unhallow thy name
Smell of brimstone dancing in the flames
No help now as you fulfill his task
Chief of evil has got you by the ass
Set free to sit upon the throne
Just a dream you're weeping all alone

Looking down the cross
(speak no evil)
I'm looking down the cross
(speak no evil)
Looking down the cross
(speak no evil)
I'm looking down the cross
(speak no evil)

 This song really strike me as being poetic. It is packed with many literary devices such as imagery, allusion, and metaphors. The imagery is really peppered throughout the whole song. When the song mentions Choronzon this is an allusion to the works of 16th century occult writers Edward Kelley and John Dee. The metaphors that stuck out to me are "the judgement hammer" and "the heads of the dead are the banner".

Monday, April 16, 2012

Of the spring poems I chose "Springing". I chose this one because once I read it it really stuck with me. It captured this sense of being out in the middle of spring, whether it be at a lake, a river, or the beach. Then Ponsot writes about what it would be like to be that body of water in an interesting, thought provoking way.

Monday, April 9, 2012

I chose Neruda's "Ode To Salt". I chose this because the title got me thinking about what an ode to salt would comprise of. In it he goes through all the things salt goes through before it actually becomes salt and then he praises salt for it's properties and how it seasons and brings out the flavor in foods.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Rose Pogonias

    A SATURATED meadow,
    Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
    A circle scarcely wider
    Than the trees around were tall;
    Where winds were quite excluded,
    And the air was stifling sweet
    With the breath of many flowers,—
    A temple of the heat.
    There we bowed us in the burning,
    As the sun's right worship is,
    To pick where none could miss them
    A thousand orchises;
    For though the grass was scattered,
    Yet every second spear
    Seemed tipped with wings of color,
    That tinged the atmosphere.
    We raised a simple prayer
    Before we left the spot,
    That in the general mowing
    That place might be forgot;
    Or if not all so favoured,
    Obtain such grace of hours,
    That none should mow the grass there
    While so confused with flowers.



I chose Rose Pogonias because the title stood out to me and caught my attention. As I read through the poem I realized that this poem was quite a bit different than the others I looked at. This poem was different in that there doesn't seem to be an underlying meaning. It's meaning is straightforward and that is about the beauty and preservation of nature. In this poem Frost uses plenty of imagery to build this image of a wooded area and meadow that show how beautiful nature can be. He also uses a persona that truly appreciates the beauty of nature. This is pointed out by the fact that he or she is described as enjoying the time spent there so much that they truly wish that this area could be untouched by anything that would destroy it's serenity.