Something to think about when looking at the occasional thread in the forum. Choose something like a star; to stay your mind on and be staid. Is that even a word? Apparently it is.
Re: Tzor's Pointless Musical Philosophy Topic
Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 7:33 pm
by Symmetry
tzor wrote:"Choose Something Like a Star" from "Frostiana" by Randall Thompson
Something to think about when looking at the occasional thread in the forum. Choose something like a star; to stay your mind on and be staid. Is that even a word? Apparently it is.
I'm not sure staying your mind is really a philosophy. Maybe an anti-philosophy?
Re: Tzor's Pointless Musical Philosophy Topic
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 11:55 am
by tzor
Symmetry wrote:I'm not sure staying your mind is really a philosophy. Maybe an anti-philosophy?
In the last line of the poem, Frost uses the wordplay of the terms “to stay” and “to be staid” to reiterate the narrator’s explanation in the poem. By selecting a distant object to idolize, no matter what it is, an individual has the capacity to become “stayed” (comforted; rooted), even as such devotion threatens to make humanity “staid” (old-fashioned; static)
This is reflected in the music where the last note seems to linger statically.
Upon a close reading, comparing and contrasting Robert Frost’s “Choose Something Like a Star” and John Keats’ “Bright Star,” has displayed the obvious similarities and differences of the two, but also the subtle implications of deeper similarities based on the lives of the two poets. Both, for their different reasons, based their poems on the steadfastness of a star. There is intimacy present in “Bright Star” versus the public concern in “Choose Something Like a Star.” There is envy of the star in Keats’ poem, where Frost appreciates what “little aid” it does offer us. “Bright Star” is based on the romantic properties of the star, where “Choose Something Like a Star” is primarily, at least initially, concerned with the scientific aspects of it.
At the conclusion of the poem, Frost realizes that although his original goal has not been met, there is something to be learned from this star. He makes a reference to Keats’ “Bright Star,” saying “And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,” again, alluding to the solitude and permanence of the star. There is something significant in the steadfastness of a star, he hopes that the world can learn something from its nature and its power to serve as an anchor of permanence and placidity in today’s turbulent world.
Re: Tzor's Pointless Musical Philosophy Topic
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 9:16 pm
by Symmetry
tzor wrote:
Symmetry wrote:I'm not sure staying your mind is really a philosophy. Maybe an anti-philosophy?
In the last line of the poem, Frost uses the wordplay of the terms “to stay” and “to be staid” to reiterate the narrator’s explanation in the poem. By selecting a distant object to idolize, no matter what it is, an individual has the capacity to become “stayed” (comforted; rooted), even as such devotion threatens to make humanity “staid” (old-fashioned; static)
This is reflected in the music where the last note seems to linger statically.
Upon a close reading, comparing and contrasting Robert Frost’s “Choose Something Like a Star” and John Keats’ “Bright Star,” has displayed the obvious similarities and differences of the two, but also the subtle implications of deeper similarities based on the lives of the two poets. Both, for their different reasons, based their poems on the steadfastness of a star. There is intimacy present in “Bright Star” versus the public concern in “Choose Something Like a Star.” There is envy of the star in Keats’ poem, where Frost appreciates what “little aid” it does offer us. “Bright Star” is based on the romantic properties of the star, where “Choose Something Like a Star” is primarily, at least initially, concerned with the scientific aspects of it.
At the conclusion of the poem, Frost realizes that although his original goal has not been met, there is something to be learned from this star. He makes a reference to Keats’ “Bright Star,” saying “And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,” again, alluding to the solitude and permanence of the star. There is something significant in the steadfastness of a star, he hopes that the world can learn something from its nature and its power to serve as an anchor of permanence and placidity in today’s turbulent world.
Good call, I love Frost and Keats, though I know more about Keats and his "negative capability". I kind of see Keats as more interested in the tension between two irreconcilable opposites though. I don't know how much you know about the philosophy of the "sublime", but it might be something you'd be interested in.
Re: Tzor's Pointless Musical Philosophy Topic
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 7:51 am
by warmonger1981
What about the "Transit of Venus March" by Sousa? Written to honor Joseph Henry. Maybe someone will get the correlation. Let's see if any gets it.
warmonger1981 wrote:What about the "Transit of Venus March" by Sousa? Written to honor Joseph Henry. Maybe someone will get the correlation. Let's see if any gets it.
Hint its more about the esoteric meaning of Venus and what made Henry famous. Also the coincidence of astrological alignments and funerals.
Re: Tzor's Pointless Musical Philosophy Topic
Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2016 7:10 pm
by Symmetry
warmonger1981 wrote:Hint its more about the esoteric meaning of Venus and what made Henry famous. Also the coincidence of astrological alignments and funerals.
Dude, if you want me to read the Da Vinci Code, just say so.
Ans: Tom Hanks
Re: Tzor's Pointless Musical Philosophy Topic
Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 10:04 pm
by tzor
More pointless musical philosophy ...
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (boy!)
I love java, sweet and hot Whoops mrs. olson, I'm a coffee pot Shoot the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup
Oh slip me a slug from the wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug just snug in a jug A sliced up onion and a raw one Draw one - Waiter, waiter, percolator
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup
Boston bean (soy beans) Green bean (cabbage and greens) I'm not keen about a bean Unless it is a chili chili bean (boy!)
I love java sweet and hot Whoops mrs. olsen I'm a coffee pot (yeah) Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup (yeah)
Slip me a slug of the wonderful mug 'an I'll cut a rug just as snug in a jug Drop a nickel in the pot joe Takin' it slow Waiter, waiter, percolator
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy!
Re: Tzor's Pointless Musical Philosophy Topic
Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 5:13 am
by Dukasaur
tzor wrote:More pointless musical philosophy ...
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (boy!)
I love java, sweet and hot Whoops mrs. olson, I'm a coffee pot Shoot the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup
Oh slip me a slug from the wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug just snug in a jug A sliced up onion and a raw one Draw one - Waiter, waiter, percolator
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup
Boston bean (soy beans) Green bean (cabbage and greens) I'm not keen about a bean Unless it is a chili chili bean (boy!)
I love java sweet and hot Whoops mrs. olsen I'm a coffee pot (yeah) Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup (yeah)
Slip me a slug of the wonderful mug 'an I'll cut a rug just as snug in a jug Drop a nickel in the pot joe Takin' it slow Waiter, waiter, percolator
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy!
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 9:09 pm