Poets Corner

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by BoltsMissing, Oct 20, 2008.

  1. BoltsMissing

    BoltsMissing Active Member

    Writen somewhere around the 1800's in USA.
    It's probably about the Geronimo factor at the time that inspired the writer.
    The most interesting verse that may seem timeless to some, meaningless to others is this part:

    It might mean we could be wrong in many ways,
    to redeem the human mind from error
    but, who's remedy and who is in error etc etc ?

    The Arsenal at Springfield

    THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
    Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;
    But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing
    Startles the villages with strange alarms.

    Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary,
    When the death-angel touches those swift keys
    What loud lament and dismal Miserere
    Will mingle with their awful symphonies

    I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus,
    The cries of agony, the endless groan,
    Which, through the ages that have gone before us,
    In long reverberations reach our own.

    On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer,
    Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song,
    And loud, amid the universal clamor,
    O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong.

    I hear the Florentine, who from his palace
    Wheels out his battle-bell with dreadful din,
    And Aztec priests upon their teocallis
    Beat the wild war-drums made of serpent's skin;

    The tumult of each sacked and burning village;
    The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns;
    The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage;
    The wail of famine in beleaguered towns;

    The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder,
    The rattling musketry, the clashing blade;
    And ever and anon, in tones of thunder,
    The diapason of the cannonade.

    Is it, O man, with such discordant noises,
    With such accursed instruments as these,
    Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices,
    And jarrest the celestial harmonies?

    Were half the power, that fills the world with terror,
    Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts,
    Given to redeem the human mind from error,
    There were no need of arsenals or forts:

    The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
    And every nation, that should lift again
    Its hand against a brother, on its forehead
    Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain!

    Down the dark future, through long generations,
    The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease;
    And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations,
    I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace!"

    Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals
    The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies!
    But beautiful as songs of the immortals,
    The holy melodies of love arise.
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  2. terrence

    terrence Member

    Hey Bolts, the human race is in error. The Arsenal at Springfield is a effective antiwar poem. A plea for peace. The idea for the poem came on Longfellow's wedding trip to the famous arsenal in Springfield, Massachusetts, which supplied many of the guns used during the American Revolution. At the suggestion of his wife, Fanny, and inspired by the writings of his friend, the peace crusader Charles Sumner-who was also present at the tour of the arsenal-Longfellow wrote a poem that offered a desperate plea for peace. The many rows of guns in the arsenal, which in Longfellow's estimation resembled a pipe organ, provided a vivid image to launch his poem. In fact, many critics have commented on the effectiveness of the images in the poem, which offer a gritty tour through the ravaging effects of human war, as well as a preview of what a peaceful society could be like.

    "The Arsenal at Springfield" begins with a clear statement: "This is the Arsenal." By using such a blatant form of speech, Longfellow immediately establishes his setting. This is important to him, because he wishes to build on the setting: "From floor to ceiling / Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms." The guns that reside in the arsenal are so numerous that they take up the entire wall space in the building. Furthermore, the "burnished," or polished, guns resemble an organ, in this case a pipe organ. A pipe organ is a large instrument that uses pressurized air, forced through rows of pipes, to create musical sounds. By saying that the collection of guns is like an organ, Longfellow is being metaphorical.

    The theme that is most obvious in the poem from the beginning is war. Humans have been in countless wars in their history, and Longfellow samples some of these wars-from various points in humanity's past-to totally explore the brutality and horrors of war. When the poem starts, Longfellow introduces the arsenal at Springfield, which is quickly shown to resemble a ghastly type of musi- cal organ. But this organ does not play an inspirational or spiritual "anthem." Instead, it offers a "wild and dreary" form of music, the music of brutality, suffering, and death. Longfellow describes the act of playing this organ-the guns-as if an evil force, a "death-angel" is playing "awful symphonies." When the poet starts to take the reader back "through the ages," he explains what forms some of these symphonies, invoke.

    The most obvious technique that Longfellow uses is metaphor. The organ of war comes to life from the moment he describes the guns as a musical instrument. This thought is compelling, especially since it is a contradictory metaphor. The idea of using a peaceful instrument to describe items that are used to create violence immediately engages the reader's attention. However, Longfellow takes it several steps further by sustaining the metaphor. The "huge organ" with its "burnished arms" takes on an even more sinister connotation when the "death-angel touches those swift keys!" Once this horrendous piece of death machinery is activated, the war organ seems to explode into the "awful symphonies," which drown out the "loud lament" of people who are suffering. As Longfellow takes his readers through the history of human warfare.

    Longfellow's poem is a plea for peace. However, instead of setting the poem in the modern day and talking about conflicts the world is currently facing, he chose to go back in time to 1777, when the fledgling American nation built its federal arsenal at Springfield. The new arsenal supplied many of the muskets that helped America win its freedom from England during the United States War of Independence (1775-1783). The war, which is also commonly known as the American Revolution, officially began in 1775. However, its roots can be traced back to 1763, after the conclusion of the French and Indian War (1754-1763)-the American phase of a much larger, worldwide conflict to establish territorial dominance in North America.
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  3. BoltsMissing

    BoltsMissing Active Member

    Thanks for the explanation, cool stuff.

    Yeah but Longfellow uses the phrase, "given to redeem, the human mind from error"

    Definition of "redeem"....,

    When ya look up the definition of redeem, there seems to be a price to pay to correct the error ! BUT, he also says in the start of the phrase, "given", so whatever price it costs to fix an error, it was given,so then it's free, no charge, no fee etc.
    He is saying perhaps, "information" was given, (no charge, freely), to redeem an error that may have averted a war ? Cos then he ends it with,
    "there were no need...,"

    Part of the moral is, if this was written back then, what's changed since ?
    Not much by the looks of things. The "error" probably still exists !
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  4. Happy Valley

    Happy Valley Active Member

    Rack mount.......outboard?

    You of course have heard of haiku.....
    How about some baiku here in poets corner?
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  5. terrence

    terrence Member

    I wonder if a price to pay to correct the error and "whatever price" it costs to fix an error is "death"? "When the "death-angel touches those swift keys!" Once this horrendous piece of death machinery is activated, the war organ seems to explode into the "awful symphonies" (to die) Then.... "so then it's free" the spirit is free? LOL deep stuff.
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  6. BoltsMissing

    BoltsMissing Active Member

    Na, just scraping the surface, it's poetry, an "image" in words.
    Interesting times to..,
  7. srdavo

    srdavo Active Member

    ok.....you asked for it & since it's Christmas.....


    It is like Christmas....
    Evry day...at M B c
    Ride that Thing, Ho Ho

    srdavo - 12/16/2008
  8. bikebum1975

    bikebum1975 Member

    Not a joke but a poem I wrote a while back thought I would share it with everyone and see how you liked it. Hope you all enjoy it.

    i am a bikebum
    this much is true
    with two wheels i will
    allways be free
    the open road calls to me
    when i am down
    whether motor or pedal
    whatever powers you
    this much is true
    we share the same
    call for the open road
    the call to freedom
    for sure
    opens our hearts
    frees our souls
    which ever you ride
    this much is true
    we share the same
    bond for the open road
    you can put me in
    a car but will
    never be the same
    maybe except for a Stang
    you can take me off the bike
    but never the bike
    away from me
    i will always be
    a bikebum
    ride to live live to ride
    the motto of bikers
  9. Motoredbike Haiku

    For those that don't know,a Haiku is a series of words that form like a poem or something. What's important is not rhyming but the number of syllables per line. A common Haiku would have 3 lines with 5 syllables in the first line,7 in the second line and 5 in the last line.

    So since I started this thread I will begin.

    My motoredbike rules
    I can travel far away
    And smell the roses.

    Ride my motoredbike
    Suddenly I see a cop
    He smiles and just waves.

    On my Buggy Bike
    Cruising along shifting gears
    Life can't be greater.

    Nice day with Cronus
    Cruising along with deep thought
    It's all beautiful.
  10. bikebum1975

    bikebum1975 Member

    For all you cold weather riders :) The title is Mentally bent I think some so called normal people ones in cars might agree. Let me know hwo ya like it Was 21 degrees out a little while ago when I rode Just couldn't take it anymore though I only ride a pedal bike now this time next year my Scwhinn ten speed Continental will be motorized hope ya like it.
    As the MountainMan would say RIDE THAT THING!!!

    Sitting at home
    in my chair
    warm in my chair
    got up to
    go for a ride
    on my bike
    in the cold winter air

    cold at first
    till the legs
    but as i ride
    and pedal the bike
    i start to feel

    the wind in
    my face makes
    my heart race
    i feel so alive
    and free on
    my bike

    getting cold
    turning around
    heading back home
    is where i
    will be found

    back in my chair
    i sit here and write
    my bike is
    put away for the night

    till i feel blue again
    i think i will stay in
    warmed in my chair
    i sip on my tea
    so what do you think
    am i mentally bent?
  11. Happy Valley

    Happy Valley Active Member

    Very nice.
    BTW, if you missed the reference above, when haiku has bikes as the subject it's known as baiku.:jester:

    pedaling along
    i arrive at the steep part
    grinning, i have help