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Working Girls -- Redgum

Guest poem sent in by Jennie Godden
(Poem #807) Working Girls
 She said she came from Portland
 Where the ashen skies and leaden ocean
 Left her like the local boys, barren of emotion
 As we talked we watched the raindrops
 Running down the window
 Laundromat in Darlinghurst,
 Like a fish shop from the past.

 And her mother called her Mary
 After Mary Magdalene,
 To deny her beauty
 Would have been the greatest sin
 It was a profile in the neon and a Kings Cross Doorway lean
 To half an hour of tending someone else's tangled dream.

 There were lines of sailors, lines of speed
 Lines upon the Footpath where she stared
 When things were quiet, as night deferred to dawn.
 And the coke cups played red rover
 In the breeze that scuttled through the streets
 Taxies left for greener fields
 While Sydney stretched and yawned

 And her mother called her Mary
 After Mary Magdalene,
 There were virgins in the morning,
 She had sisters in the pain;
 And the wives would clutch their husbands
 Perhaps they shared the shame,
 'cause working streets and Weddingrings are sometimes much the same.

 She tap-danced with the buskers
 Near the subway shouting blues songs
 They remembered from their teenage years of dreamtime radio.
 And the years withdrew behind her eyes
 To let the little girl look out
 In simple childish innocence
 At drawings in the sand.

 And her mother called her Mary
 After Mary Magdalene,
 She had long dark hair and massage oil
 And a key to let you in;
 And the lines upon her face were maps of roads she'd travelled,
 Lined with people throwing stones because they didn't understand,
 That a half an hour of tenderness (perhaps they shared the same)
 'cause working streets and Weddingrings are sometimes much the same.
-- Redgum
I don't know if the Minstrels have ever had a Redgum song but I think this
Australian band deserves a mention. Like most songs it has a rhythm all of
it's own and really needs to be read out aloud and despite the fact that this
isn't a "proper" poem it's worth adding it to the list. They only thing I'm
concerned about is the accuracy of my own transcription. [I crosschecked it
against the lyrics on a Redgum site on the web - m.]

For me the imagery is wonderful, I can really see that Laundromat with water
running down the window, in Britain we still have fish and chip shops just
like that too! Other images that catch the eye include;
"dreamtime radio",
"ashen skies and leaden ocean",
"Sydney stretched and yawned".

Redgum were quite a political group, and the message here gives a new and
Interesting twist to a biblical cliché we've all heard before, i.e. "Let he
who is without sin cast the first stone".

Jennie

Links:

[broken link] http://freespace.virgin.net/steve.godden/redgum/ is an extensive Redgum site

http://hem.passagen.se/honga/database/r/redgum.html has a listing of band
members

Nearer, my God, to Thee -- Sarah Flower Adams

Guest poem sent in by Suresh Ramasubramanian
(Poem #806) Nearer, my God, to Thee
 Nearer, my God, to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee!
 E'en though it be a cross
    That raiseth me;
 Still all my song would be,
 Nearer, my God, to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee!

 Though like the wanderer,
    The sun gone down,
 Darkness be over me,
    My rest alone.
 Yet in my dreams I'd be
 Nearer, my God, to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee!

 There let the way appear
    Steps unto heav'n;
 All that Thou sendest me
    In mercy giv'n;
 Angels to beckon me
 Nearer, my God, to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee!

    Bright with Thy praise,
 Out of my stony griefs
    Bethel I'll raise;
 So by my woes to be
 Nearer, my God, to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee!

 Or if on joyful wing,
    Cleaving the sky,
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
    Upwards I fly,
 Still all my song shall be,
 Nearer, my God, to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee!
-- Sarah Flower Adams
            (1841)

Sarah Flower was born in Harlow, Essex, was an actress (playing Lady
Macbeth in the 1837), a dramatic poet (who wrote "Vivia Perpetua" - about a
Christian martyr - in 1841).  More to the point, she was a Unitarian hymn
writer.

She was one of the earliest feminists.  When she married William Bridges
Adams in 1834, she insisted on a "no housekeeping" pact with him.

She was a close friend of Shelley, and continued with the increasingly
unfashionable ideals of romantic poetry (especially as this was the era when
gritty realism, as seen in Dickens and Carlyle, was becoming more popular)

She was particularly associated the influential but eccentric, and eventually
forgotten school of poets satirized by William Aytoun as "Spasmodics".

The first poem I thought of when I read this hymn was William Ernest Henley's
"Invictus".  And then Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night".
Sheer guts in Invictus, bitter and dogged resistance in "Do not go gentle
...", compared with absolute faith in God in this hymn.

"Do not go gentle..." in particular, stands out in stark contrast to this
poem, with its last, angry stanza -

        And you, my father, there on the sad height,
        Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
        Do not go gentle into that good night
        Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Now for a little more, rather interesting, trivia :)

"Nearer, my God, to Thee" is supposed to have been the hymn the band on the
RMS Titanic played when it sank after hitting an iceberg on 14 April 1912.

Wallace Hartley, the bandleader of the Titanic, an employee of the White Star
Line, who, like all the musicians on board, went down with the ship, was
reportedly particularly fond of this hymn, and wished it to be performed at
his funeral.

There is, however, a controversy about whether "Nearer, my God ..." was even
played on the Titanic that night.  The other contenders for "last song" are
Songe d'Automne (a waltz by Archibald Joyce) and the episcopalian hymn Autumn.

Even among the adherents to the "Nearer, my God .." theory, there's another
(national and denominational) schism.  Protestant Americans are familiar with
the tune (known as "Bethany" written by Lowell Mason, and this is the tune
played both in James Cameron's recent turkey er...umm... hit movie, and the
1953 Eugene Negulesco movie "Titanic", which was the first Hollywood movie on
the Titanic.

However, Wallace Hartley was an Englishman, and would doubtless have
preferred (and been much more familiar with) the British tune (called
"Horbury"), which was composed by the venerable John B Dykes, an Episcopalian
clergyman.  For what it's worth, British director Roy Baker's 1958 Titanic
movie, "A Night to Remember" plays Horbury :)

The Methodists prefer another tune altogether, "Propior Deo", written by Sir
Arthur Sullivan (of Gilbert and Sullivan).  I doubt if any movie has been
made featuring this tune though :)  However, shipboard services were
nominally Church of England, and Hartley, the bandleader, was brought up a
methodist (and this was the tune his father, a choirmaster, used at church
for over thirty years).  So "Propior Deo" is just as likely as the other two.

Confusion worse confounded, Sir Arthur Sullivan has _another_ tune for this
grand hymn, which apparently goes under the name "St.Edmund".

A lot of this has been filched from several pages, but mostly summarized
from the excellent article at [broken link] http://www.beanpaste.com/bsg/nearer.html which
includes links to MIDI files of all the contenders to the Titanic's swan
song.

        -suresh

Biography:

 Sarah Flower was born in Harlow, Essex, and married William Bridges Adams
 in 1834. Harold William Stephenson wrote a biography of this actress--Lady
 Macbeth, 1837--dramatic poet (Vivia Perpetua, 1841) and Unitarian hymn
 writer in The Author of Nearer my God to Thee in 1922. "Nearer my God to
 Thee" was one of thirteen hymns published by William Johnson Fox
 (1786-1864) in his Hymns and Anthems in 1841. They were originally sung
 in services at his South Place Chapel.
        -- http://www.library.utoronto.ca/utel/rp/authors/adamssf.html#notes

Rigid Body Sings -- James Maxwell

Winding up the theme...
(Poem #805) Rigid Body Sings
 Gin a body meet a body
 Flyin' thro the air,
 Gin a body hit a body,
 Will it fly? And where?
 Ilka impact has its measure
 Ne'er a' ane hae I
 Yet a' the lads they measure me,
 Or, at least, they try.

 Gin a body meet a body
 Altogether free,
 How they travel afterwards
 We do not always see.
 Ilka problem has its method
 By analytics high;
 For me, I ken na ane o' them,
 But what the waur am I?
-- James Maxwell
Notes: gin: if
       ilka: each
       ane: one
       ken: know, understand
       waur: worse

 The poem is a parody of Robert Burns' "Comin' Thro the Rye"

Maxwell needs little introduction - his eponymous "Maxwell's Equations"
revolutionised electromagnetism, and much of physics thereby. Planck said of
him "His name stands magnificently over the portal of classical physics, and
we can say this of him; by his birth James Clerk Maxwell belongs to
Edinburgh, by his personality he belongs to Cambridge, by his work he
belongs to the whole world."

Lesser known, however, is the fact that Maxwell was, from an early age, an
enthusiastic and prolific poet:

  About the middle of his school career however he surprised his companions
  by suddenly becoming one of the most brilliant among them, gaining prizes
  and sometimes the highest prizes for scholarship, mathematics, and English
  verse composition.
        -- J J O'Connor and E F Robertson, see 'Biography' link

'Rigid Body' doesn't get as 'scientific' as some of Maxwell's other poems,
but it's one of his best known, and IMO one of his most charming. The rigid
body's philosophical look at the scientists and their analytics strikes just
the right balance between playful and serious, and finishes off with a couplet
worthy of Burns himself. All in all, quite delightful.

Biography:

  There's an excellent biography at
  http://www-groups.dcs.st-andrews.ac.uk/~history/Mathematicians/Maxwell.html

Links:

The Burns original: poem #675

A rather different poem by Maxwell:
  http://www.cf.ac.uk/encap/skilton/poetry/clkmax01.html

A long essay on Maxwell, the man and the scientist:
  http://physics.hallym.ac.kr/reference/physicist/lines_menu.html#maxwell

Theme:

 This proved to be a rather popular theme - sadly, few people paid heed to
 the 'poems by scientists' criterion, but there were so many good science
 poems sent in that I decided to relax the rule. Indeed, we actually got
 more poems than we could run in the theme - if you've sent in a poem and it
 hasn't appeared, worry not; we'll run it as a standalone piece.

 Here's a listing of the poems in the theme:
  Poem #795 Harold P. Furth, 'The Perils of Modern Living'
  Poem #797 Lewis F. Richardson, 'Big Whorls Have Little Whorls'
  Poem #798 John Updike, 'V.B. Nimble, V.B. Quick'
  Poem #800 Miroslav Holub, 'In the Microscope'
  Poem #801 Anonymous, 'A mosquito was heard to complain'
  Poem #803 Catherine Faber, 'The Word of God'

-martin

The Looking Glass -- Kamala Das

Guest poem submitted by Vidur:
(Poem #804) The Looking Glass
 Getting a man to love you is easy
 Only be honest about your wants as
 Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
 So that he sees himself the stronger one
 And believes it so, and you so much more
 Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
 Admiration. Notice the perfection
 Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
 The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
 Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
 Urinates. All the fond details that make
 Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
 Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
 Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
 The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
 Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
 A man to love is easy, but living
 Without him afterwards may have to be
 Faced. A living without life when you move
 Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
 Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
 His last voice calling out your name and your
 Body which once under his touch had gleamed
 Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.
-- Kamala Das
I noticed that you've run a couple of poems by Eunice De Souza but none by
the other excellent contemporary Indian woman poet, Kamala Das. This is by
far my favourite Kamala Das poem. I'm not terribly good with analyses, but
I'll try to express what I like about the poem.

Kamala Das, like all good poets, displays excellent control over her words.
There's a quiet strength in her verse. And unabashed candour. For instance,
I like the way in which she describes human (male) quirks as defining
intimacy in a relationship. Even though on the surface the poem appears to
encourage submissiveness, it's really about being in control (even with the
melancholic end). This underlying message comes through clearly in the lines
"... so that he sees himself the stronger one / And believes it so" (i.e.,
let him believe what pleases him) and "Gift him ... all your / Endless
female hungers" (the paradox in "gift" and "your hungers" is particularly
good: satisfy *your* needs, it says, and use the essence of being a woman to
do so).

A brief bio of the poet can be found here:
http://www.emory.edu/ENGLISH/Bahri/Das.html

Vidur.

[Minstrels Links]

Other contemporary Indian poets writing in English include

Eunice de Souza:
Poem #603, "Marriages are Made
Poem #682, "Advice to Women

A. K. Ramanujan:
Poem #382, "A River"
Poem #434, "Extended Family"

Nissim Ezekiel:
Poem #516, "The Patriot"
Poem #579, "The Professor"
Poem #714, "Night of the Scorpion"

Vikram Seth:
Poem #650, "All You Who Sleep Tonight"
Poem #754, "Protocols"
Poem #460, "Round and Round"

The Word of God -- Catherine Faber

Guest poem sent in by Rob Bos
(Poem #803) The Word of God
 From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design,
 Strike-slip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline...
 We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known,
 And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone.
 Odd, long-vanished creatures and their tracks & shells are found;
 Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground. [1]
 The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks.
 Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the rocks.

 There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night,
 Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light.
 Long ago, when torture broke the remnant of his will,
 Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still                  [2]
 High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars,
 The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars.
 We may watch and study or may shudder and deny,
 Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the sky.

 By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur,
 How the living things that are descend from things that were.
 The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies,
 These tiny, humble, wordless things -- how shall they tell us lies?
 We are kin to beasts; no other answer can we bring.
 The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing.
 Remember, should you have to choose between them in the strife,
 Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote life.

 And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade         [3]
 Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made,
 Or study cells, or living things, seek truth with open hand.
 The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand.
 Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed,
 The truth has left its living word for anyone to read.
 So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled.
 Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the world.
-- Catherine Faber
Notes:
  Lyrics and melody © Catherine Faber, 1994

  [1] Pun on slate, kind of obvious but I wanted to point it out explicitly.
  [2] Galileo was reputed to have said after his recantation, "and yet it
  moves!"
  [3] i.e, on the moon.

This song, and this poem, encountered me recently.  Let me point out that as
an atheist, I have long wanted to reconcile my own beliefs with my sense of
wonder at the world.. I found this song significant in many ways: the idea
that 'should you have to choose between them in the strife', a choice
between the Bible, words written by humans, and the universe, words written
by God.. when we have to make the choice, the world should take precedence.

The idea of the world as a puzzle, as a book, left to us by a Divine to
decode, is an evocative one. There are several lines in this song that
simply give me shivers since they express a spiritually agnostic viewpoint
so clearly.

Lyrics: [broken link] http://www.teleport.com/~cat/CDlyrics/WORDGOD.HTML
Recording: www.prometheus-music.com/audio/wordgod.mp3  (performed by Leslie
Fish)

--
Rob Bos}, alive and kicking.

[Martin adds]

  A quick note on filk - like many other genres, it is impossible to define
  both concisely and accurately. This has not, of course, stopped people from
  trying - an extensive list of definitions can be found at

    [broken link] http://www.interfilk.org//filk.htm

  A lot of the links seem to be broken; one that works, and provides a good
  introduction to the topic is [broken link] http://www.interfilk.org//singout.htm

  [broken link] http://dmoz.org/Arts/Music/Styles/Filk/ has a lot of filk-related links

  And finally, there's an active filk community on usenet, rec.music.filk