April is Poetry Month On this lovely lovely perfect day, I find myself outside listening to one of the greatest albums of all time: Transformed Man by William Shatner. Ill be honest. everything on this album defies description. Ill save my thoughts on Baudelaire for another day, but for now, good luck, enjoy, hang in there, for I present to you Mr. Shatners version of Charles Baudelaires Spleen. First, the text: Spleen by Charles Baudelaire When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui, And from the all-encircling horizon Spreads over us a day gloomier than the night; When the earth is changed into a humid dungeon, In which Hope like a bat Goes beating the walls with her timid wings And knocking her head against the rotten ceiling; When the rain stretching out its endless train Imitates the bars of a vast prison And a silent horde of loathsome spiders Comes to spin their webs in the depths of our brains, All at once the bells leap with rage And hurl a frightful roar at heaven, Even as wandering spirits with no country Burst into a stubborn, whimpering cry. — And without drums or music, long hearses Pass by slowly in my soul; Hope, vanquished, Weeps, and atrocious, despotic Anguish On my bowed skull plants her black flag. And now Mr. Shatners version. May God have mercy on your soul. https://youtube/watch?v=Ls42F23V6rQ
Posted on: Sat, 12 Apr 2014 16:52:47 +0000
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