|12-10-2008, 12:07 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Nov 2008
I need help classifying something that I'm doing. It's a rather lenthy (about forty minutes) neo-classical (and avant garde) piece that will occosionally have poety recited during.
I'm hesitent to call this an opera, because although the poem has a narritive, it is fuzzy and not clearly a "story".
This is a little section of the poem to be recited at moments throughout:
Though I walk through the valley of deep shadow
I fear no badness
Because I am the badness.
Embracing the darkness of the morgue
Walking down it's halls
The pale faces all look the same
They have hairs as white as snow
They are not bodies. They are mirrors in open caskets.
They are me. Starring back blood shot blue eyes.
And each sand the glass drops
I take another step toward them. Whispering, silently whispering.
I now see a blurry figure through the crack in the door. It is a woman, a lady.
She has skin as white as mine, hair as white as mine, and her clothes are the same as mine.
But she is wearing something I am not. A smile.
And her whiteness seem not pale, but radient.
The sands continue to fall
and I continue to move toward the caskets
But as I move, so does she.
Closer and closer
she comes to the crack in the door.
And Closer and Closer
I watch her.
Last edited by someonecompletelyrandom; 12-10-2008 at 12:11 PM. Reason: adding
|12-12-2008, 06:44 PM||#3 (permalink)|
Ba and Be.
Join Date: May 2007
Location: This Is England
We can't categorise it if we don't know how it sounds can we?
“A cynic by experience, a romantic by inclination and now a hero by necessity.”
|12-12-2008, 09:05 PM||#5 (permalink)|
Ze Richest Man In Babylon
Join Date: Oct 2008
Location: Bernie Sanders's yacht
Christian Rapcore obviously?
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Last edited by Anteater; 12-13-2008 at 11:03 PM.