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| -Signs, Portents, and the Weather- |
| I Wandered Lonely As A Clod |
| 2007-04-11 |
| THE contemplative poems of William Wordsworth have drawn lovers of literature to England's peaceful Lake District for two centuries. Even without a hip hop beat. But in an effort to make the region's most famous poet more relevant to a younger audience, local tourism officials have released a rap version of Wordsworth's 200-year-old classic of Romantic verse: I wandered lonely as a cloud. The reworking manages to "stay true to the original sentiment with some slight variation of the lyrics", Cumbria Tourism insisted. Accompanying the hip-hop theme on its website is a video featuring "MC Nuts" - a giant dancing red squirrel... |
| Posted by:Anonymoose |
| #6 You are most welcome, KBK. Rap's intrinsic approval for the abuse of women, encouragement of ridiculously conspicuous consumption and glorification of the thug life make it nearly the same sort of retrograde force as Islam. |
| Posted by: Zenster 2007-04-11 23:39 |
| #5 Good one, Zenster. I added it to my quotations file. |
| Posted by: KBK 2007-04-11 20:03 |
| #4 One can only hope that when the day finally arrives whereby rap and hip hop are discerned to be the artless nonsense and utterly vacuous drooling repetitive drivel that they are, fans of this industrially manufactured tripe will have to cringe each time they think of their previous affection for it. Rap, especially, is nothing less than a blight upon humanity's aural landscape. The ignorant Philistines who blare its monotonous unnuanced tedium into our environs are nothing short of vandals who celebrate their willingness to besmirch what little there is left of civilized peace and quiet. |
| Posted by: Zenster 2007-04-11 18:24 |
| #3 especially the dirt ones. |
| Posted by: RD 2007-04-11 17:27 |
| #2 most clods are lonely |
| Posted by: Frank G 2007-04-11 16:23 |
| #1 I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden imbeciles; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the imbeciles. |
| Posted by: Anonymoose 2007-04-11 13:09 |