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At its inception (over a MONTH (!) ago), I had initially intended my latest YouTube Channel (AuralAurora) to serve as a depository of (quite quickly assembled) **audio-only** droplings. However, fiddling (took time and) found favour producing the following (of course, (coarse) it doesn’t have one) —–>
….nor does it DESERVE one – de-grading itself with a DUFFly-timed, hard-to-read beginning, overly-melty (yet strangely-static) moosh, lack of (“head-turning”) head-turning, skipping of punctuating sound effects and COMPLETELY wrong-footed accent.
’twas the wrung-WRONG intonation that prompted me to animate a SILENT author rather than attempt the depiction of lip-synching. I thought it would be unusual and, perhaps, interesting to show Auden reacting contemptuously to a bad performance……..[schneurph] but then I didn’t deliver enough of him bonding with his audience in a disdainful conspiracy AGAINST the (detours of) awful auditor(s).
However, I expect the specifics of his individual expressions are largely lost, distracted from by the word-by-word, read-in-RED <thems-dems-does-goes-past-too-fast> sub-titles that I felt an EXTRA compulsion to include having semi-watched the first two episodes of “Can’t Read, Can’t Write” Channel 4’s recent documentary series concerning adult illiteracy.
Here’s Auden’s fabulous full text with only fame-rate rather than frame-rate issues —>
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O Where are you Going ?
WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN
(1907-1973)
“O where are you going ?” said reader to rider,
“That valley is fatal when furnaces burn,
Yonder’s the midden where odours will madden,
That gap is the grave where the tall return.”
“O do you imagine,” said fearer to farer,
“That dusk will delay on your path to the pass,
Your diligent looking discover the lacking
Your footsteps feel from granite to grass ?”
“O what was that bird,” said horror to hearer,
“Did you see that shape in the twisted trees ?
Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly,
The spot on your skin is a shocking disease.”
“Out of this house” – said rider to reader,
“Yours never will” – said farer to fearer,
“They’re looking for you” – said hearer to horror,
As he left them there, as he left them there.
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Rather than “repair” this first “Poetic Post Card”, I aim to press on with Part Two. It’s going to be a talking Statue of Liberty…… but maybe only the mask (Don’t think of Jim Carrey ! Don’t think of Cher !) due to “working around” software limitations…..
We shall have to see how obscure and alienating the result proves….
In the mean time (who says Chronos isn’t kindly ?) you can
view this and more of my multimedia makings, structured,
categorised and commented on at my ORGANISED Blog –>
