October 23rd, 2007
|08:33 am - Meditations on the Ancestors|
As I was reading the other day, I began to think about our ancestors as a long cycle of cosmic recreation, the microcosm becoming the macrocosm becoming the microcosm, and on and on. Stone becoming bone becoming stone becoming bone.
I even wrote a little preliminary chant (I'm showing my age):
"Bone to stone, stone to bone:
Never end, always change.
Breath to wind, wind to breath:
Rising up, crashing down.
Eyes to sun, sun to eyes:
Ever seeing, always knowing."
Really, I actually just wrote that down on the fly while writing to someone last night. It's not even thought out, honestly. I haven't thought of a rhythm or melody for the chant, or even checked it to see if it scans reasonably. I think it's really just an idea, not an actual attempt at any sort of chant.
But this led me into doing something I actually like to do, which is writing prayers, evocations and presenting pretty liturgical language.
I suspect I'll have my final version of what I wrote last night (much better than the chant) posted here by Samonios.
My eyes opened last night in such a way as they haven't before, to the way the Ancestors and the cosmos interact.
Can't wait to see all those "Pagan New Year's Resolutions" start floating about LJ. . . My own resolution? Well, it's more of a hopeful desire: I want to get back to updating my website, Chronarchy.Com, with more regularity. I'm already started, and things are going well. I'm working particularly hard on my Dedicant Path documentation, updating that with better-quality essays. And yes, my old essays will remain available (part of the value of my website is to show that even a monkey with a typewriter can do the DP); I really did want, though, to provide some decent essays, especially after discovering that some of my essays which would not pass under the current requirements have been held up as "examples" of "what could pass." Even notes on some things saying, "This passed under the old requirements, and would not pass under the current Preceptor or requirements," haven't stopped folk from pointing to it. Just because I'm mediocre (at best) doesn't mean your work shouldn't be excellent.
So, I expect that to be a major update. But, now I've typed more than I intended, so it's back to the grind: I have so much to do today, and so little time to do it!
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "California Promises", -JB
This is a really sweet little poem! I think it's the regularity of meter that holds most of its appeal, and as dragynphyre
already mentioned, you might try regularizing it a bit more. Each line is balanced with contrasts of stressed/unstressed/stressed syllables until you get to the last one. Now this change-up may well be what you intended, but I agree that because of the cyclic nature of the subject, a rounder shape might be in order. Maybe a refrain of sorts? Something that begins the poem and something that ends it?
The only other thing I might suggest is maybe to look for more opportunities for assonance. The long o in "bone to stone" has a very nice bell-tolling assonance, and the short e sound in "never end" and the short a in "always change." Or you could abandon the assonance at that point and look for alliterative opportunities. :)
Have fun, whatever you do, and please be sure to post what you wind up with in the end!
I'd like something more doughnut-y, myself. Rounder.
Ooh, I totally need doughnuts!
That said, I think I might work more on this. It was *really* a one-off thing, just sort of me trying to talk about something to someone, and this just . . . happened. Now, as I look at it, I think I need to make something else happen with it to make it really a good piece.
Damnit, and I didn't want to grow up and become a mummified Stevie Nicks before I turned 40, like certain Ardbards. . .
Then again, Halloween is just around the corner, and I hear nothing scares the young'uns like an old bat who dyes her roots brown telling you that she's disappointed in your chants.
Did I just write that?
Maybe I haven't grown up, after all. :)