Tell Me a Story Robert Penn Warren - 1905-1989 [ A ] Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard The great geese hoot northward. I could not see them, there being no moon And the stars sparse. I heard them. I did not know what was happening in my heart. It was the season before the elderberry blooms, Therefore they were going north. The sound was passing northward. [ B ] Tell me a story. In this century, and moment, of mania, Tell me a story. Make it a story o...
Jan 13, 2021•2 min•Season 1Ep. 69
The Charge of the Light Brigade BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON I Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. II “Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred...
Jan 06, 2021•4 min•Season 1Ep. 68
The Oak by Alfred Lord Tennyson Live thy Life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed Soberer-hued Gold again. All his leaves Fall'n at length, Look, he stands, Trunk and bough Naked strength. Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy Subscribe to us on ITUNES , STITCHER , SPOTIFY , RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice . Find us on FACEBOOK , TWITTER or INSTAGRAM . Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information....
Nov 11, 2020•3 min
The Cats By H. P. Lovecraft Babels of blocks to the high heavens tow’ring, Flames of futility swirling below; Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flow’ring, Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, Cobwebs of cable by nameless things spun; Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers Streams of live foetor, that rots in the sun. Colour and splendour, disease and decaying, Shrieking and ringing and scrambling insane, Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods ...
Nov 04, 2020•4 min
Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, And Will to boot, and Will in overplus; More than enough am I that vex thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious, And in my will no fair acceptance shine? The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, And in abundance addeth to his store; S...
Oct 28, 2020•3 min
The Dying Lover I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you, For you alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move A surer way I'll try: And to revenge my slighted love, Will still love on, will still love on, and die. When, killed with grief, Amintas lies And you to mind shall call, The sighs that now unpitied rise, The tears that vainly fall, That welcome hour that ends this smart Will then begin your pain; For such a faithful tender...
Oct 21, 2020•4 min•Season 1Ep. 64
Change Brought On Doves' Wings by Jason Geller Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy Subscribe to us on ITUNES , STITCHER , SPOTIFY , RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice . Find us on FACEBOOK , TWITTER or INSTAGRAM . Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information....
Aug 11, 2020•2 min•Season 1Ep. 63
The Dead Dream By Madison Julius Cawein Between the darkness and the day As, lost in doubt, I went my way, I met a shape, as faint as fair, With star-like blossoms in its hair: Its body, which the moon shone through, Was partly cloud and partly dew: Its eyes were bright as if with tears, And held the look of long-gone years; Its mouth was piteous, sweet yet dread, As if with kisses of the dead: And in its hand it bore a flower, In memory of some haunted hour. I knew it for the Dream I'd had In d...
Aug 08, 2020•3 min•Season 1Ep. 62
Boots We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa -- Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa -- (Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-twenty mile to-day -- Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before -- (Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Don't--don't--don't--don't--look at what's in front of you. (Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' ...
Aug 05, 2020•4 min•Season 1Ep. 61
Ozymandias. IN Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desart knows:— "I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,— Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon. We wonder,—and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, a...
Aug 02, 2020•3 min•Season 1Ep. 60
The Messenger By H. P. Lovecraft The thing, he said, would come that night at three From the old churchyard on the hill below; But crouching by an oak fire’s wholesome glow, I tried to tell myself it could not be. Surely, I mused, it was a pleasantry Devised by one who did not truly know The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago, That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free. He had not meant it—no—but still I lit Another lamp as starry Leo climbed Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed Three—a...
Jul 30, 2020•3 min•Season 1Ep. 59
Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the...
Jul 27, 2020•3 min•Season 1Ep. 58
Politifact Part 2 by Jason Geller Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy Subscribe to us on ITUNES , STITCHER , SPOTIFY , RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice . Find us on FACEBOOK , TWITTER or INSTAGRAM . Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information....
Jul 24, 2020•6 min•Season 1Ep. 57
Politifact Part 1 by Jason Geller Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy Subscribe to us on ITUNES , STITCHER , SPOTIFY , RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice . Find us on FACEBOOK , TWITTER or INSTAGRAM . Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information....
Jul 21, 2020•5 min•Season 1Ep. 56
If… BY RUDYARD KIPLING If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Tr...
Jul 18, 2020•5 min•Season 1Ep. 55
We Have Not Long to Love BY TENNESSEE WILLIAMS We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day.... Find...
Jul 15, 2020•2 min•Season 1Ep. 54
The Dying Lover I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you, For you alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move A surer way I'll try: And to revenge my slighted love, Will still love on, will still love on, and die. When, killed with grief, Amintas lies And you to mind shall call, The sighs that now unpitied rise, The tears that vainly fall, That welcome hour that ends this smart Will then begin your pain; For such a faithful tender...
Jul 14, 2020•4 min•Season 1Ep. 64
I Have a Rendezvous with Death BY ALAN SEEGER I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath— It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this y...
Jul 12, 2020•4 min•Season 1Ep. 53
I I cannot heed the words they say, The lights grow far away and dim, Amid the laughing men and maids My eyes unbidden seek for him. I hope that when he smiles at me He does not guess my joy and pain, For if he did, he is too kind To ever look my way again. II I have a secret in my heart No ears have ever heard, And still it sings there day by day Most like a caged bird. And when it beats against the bars, I do not set it free, For I am happier to know It only sings for me. III I wrote his name ...
Jul 09, 2020•5 min•Season 1Ep. 52
United Front Song And because a man is human He'll want to eat, and thanks a lot But talk can't take the place of meat or fill an empty pot. So left, two, three! So left, two, three! Comrade, there's a place for you. Take your stand in the workers united front For you are a worker too. And because a man is human he won't care for a kick in the face. He doesn't want slaves under him Or above him a ruling class. So left, two, three! So left, two, three! Comrade, there's a place for you. Take your ...
Jul 07, 2020•3 min•Season 1Ep. 51
Yule Horror There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o'er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and old. There is death in the clouds, There is fear in the night, For the dead in their shrouds Hail the sin's turning flight. And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white. To no gale of Earth's kind Sways the forest of oak, Where the sick boughs entwined By mad mistletoes ...
Jul 03, 2020•5 min•Season 1Ep. 50
Young Jenny The cockchafer hums down the rut-rifted lane Where the wild roses hang and the woodbines entwine, And the shrill squeaking bat makes his circles again Round the side of the tavern close by the sign. The sun is gone down like a wearisome queen, In curtains the richest that ever were seen. The dew falls on flowers in a mist of small rain, And, beating the hedges, low fly the barn owls; The moon with her horns is just peeping again, And deep in the forest the dog -badger howls; In best ...
Jun 30, 2020•4 min•Season 1Ep. 49
The Mask Of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley 1. As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy. 2. I met Murder on the way - He had a mask like Castlereagh - Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him: 3. All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew. 4. Next came Fraud, and he h...
Jun 27, 2020•21 min•Season 1Ep. 48
Sonnet LXXXVII Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me to whom thou gav'st it else mistaking; So thy great gift, upon misprision gr...
Jun 24, 2020•2 min•Season 1Ep. 47
F*cking gnarly animal that speak pretty f*cking words by Matthew James French Website: www.matthewjamesfrench.com Instagram: @matthewjamesfrench / https://www.instagram.com/matthewjamesfrench/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/matthewjamesfrenchofficial/ BandCamp (Music): https://matthewjamesfrench.bandcamp.com/ Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy Subscribe to us on ITUNES , STITCHER , SPOTIFY , RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice . Find us on FACEBOOK , TWITTER or INSTAGRAM . Ho...
Jun 21, 2020•6 min•Season 1Ep. 46
Protest by Ella Wheeler Wilcox - 1850-1919 To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. The human race Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised Against injustice, ignorance, and lust, The inquisition yet would serve the law, And guillotines decide our least disputes. The few who dare, must speak and speak again To right the wrongs of many. Speech, thank God, No vested power in this great day and land Can gag or throttle. Press and voice may cry Loud disapproval of...
Jun 18, 2020•4 min•Season 1Ep. 45
Akeem Chandler-Prescod also known as StonedwithCupid is a spoken word artist, songwriter, audio engineer, rapper, theatre practitioner and creative director from the island of Barbados. He has amassed several awards such as 3 Silver Medals at the National Independence Festival for Creative Arts, performed at numerous notable Barbadian events, won numerous competitions and has even performed in South Africa at the Vrystaat Festival. In addition he has been nominated for Poet of The Year at the Gi...
Jun 16, 2020•5 min•Season 1Ep. 44
Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk,...
Jun 12, 2020•3 min•Season 1Ep. 42
The Garden There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams, Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams; Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey, And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday. There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool, And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool: In the silent sunken pathways springs a herbage sparse and spare, Where the musty scent of dea...
Jun 09, 2020•5 min•Season 1Ep. 41
I Carry Your Heart With Me BY E. E. CUMMINGS I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) I am never without it(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want No world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud a...
Jun 06, 2020•4 min•Season 1Ep. 40
