{"id":55992,"date":"2017-07-16T18:08:59","date_gmt":"2017-07-16T18:08:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zenpundit.com\/?p=55992"},"modified":"2017-07-16T23:04:20","modified_gmt":"2017-07-16T23:04:20","slug":"sunday-surprise-hopkins-words-like-unto-claptons-guitar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/?p=55992","title":{"rendered":"Sunday surprise &#8212; Hopkins&#8217; words like unto Clapton&#8217;s guitar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[ by <strong>Charles Cameron<\/strong> &#8212; what fire can spark forth when a great actor reads a great poet ]<br \/>\n.<\/p>\n<p>First, <strong>Clapton <\/strong>performing <strong>Dylan<\/strong>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/xitMOIKM1bQ?ecver=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>It&#8217;s the speeding beauty (grace, flight, blues brutality) of Clapton&#8217;s guitar riffs that I&#8217;d draw your attention to &#8212; how can the human voice, in language hope to compare?<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a question that has driven me any times to despair, listening to Clapton.<\/p>\n<p>**<\/p>\n<p>And then there&#8217;s this poem. Let me give you the words first, so you can follow them. Gerard Manley Hopkins is the poet:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>The Leaden Echo and The Golden Echo<\/strong><br \/>\n(Maidens&#8217; song from St. Winefred&#8217;s Well)_<\/p>\n<p>THE LEADEN ECHO<\/p>\n<p>How to keep &#8212; is there any any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lace, latch or catch or key to keep<br \/>\nBack beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty&#8230;. from vanishing away?<br \/>\nO is there no frowning of these wrinkles, ranked wrinkles deep,<br \/>\nDown? no waving off of these most mournful messengers, still messengers, sad and stealing messengers of grey?<br \/>\nNo there&#8217;s none, there&#8217;s none, O no there&#8217;s none,<br \/>\nNor can you long be, what you now are, called fair,<br \/>\nDo what you may do, what, do what you may,<br \/>\nAnd wisdom is early to despair:<br \/>\nBe beginning; since, no, nothing can be done<br \/>\nTo keep at bay<br \/>\nAge and age&#8217;s evils, hoar hair,<br \/>\nRuck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death&#8217;s worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay;<br \/>\nSo be beginning, be beginning to despair.<br \/>\nO there&#8217;s none; no no no there&#8217;s none:<br \/>\nBe beginning to despair, to despair,<br \/>\nDespair, despair, despair, despair.<\/p>\n<p>THE GOLDEN ECHO<\/p>\n<p>Spare!<br \/>\nThere is one, yes I have one (Hush there!);<br \/>\nOnly not within seeing of the sun,<br \/>\nNot within the singeing of the strong sun,<br \/>\nTall sun&#8217;s tingeing, or treacherous the tainting of the earth&#8217;s air.<br \/>\nSomewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! one,<br \/>\nOne. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place,<br \/>\nWhere whatever&#8217;s prized and passes of us, everything that&#8217;s fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away with, done away with, undone,<br \/>\nUndone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and dangerously sweet<br \/>\nOf us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matched face,<br \/>\nThe flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! to fleet,<br \/>\nNever fleets more, fastened with the tenderest truth<br \/>\nTo its own best being and its loveliness of youth: it is an ever-lastingness of, O it is an all youth!<br \/>\nCome then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and grace,<br \/>\nWinning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks, loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant, girlgrace &#8212;<br \/>\nResign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them with breath,<br \/>\nAnd with sighs soaring, soaring sighs deliver<br \/>\nThem; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early now, long before death<br \/>\nGive beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty&#8217;s self and beauty&#8217;s giver.<br \/>\nSee; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair<br \/>\nIs, hair of the head, numbered.<br \/>\nNay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould<br \/>\nWill have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind what while we slept,<br \/>\nThis side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold<br \/>\nWhat while we, while we slumbered.<br \/>\nO then, weary then why should we tread? O why are we so haggard at the heart, so care-coiled, care-killed, so fagged, so fashed, so cogged, so cumbered,<br \/>\nWhen the thing we freely forfeit is kept with fonder a care,<br \/>\nFonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept<br \/>\nFar with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer, fonder<br \/>\nA care kept. Where kept? Do but tell us where kept, where. &#8212;<br \/>\nYonder. &#8212; What high as that! We follow, now we follow. &#8212;<br \/>\nYonder, yes yonder, yonder,<br \/>\nYonder.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Richard Burton<\/strong>, unbelievably, recites this poem:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/xjdaBTE7VBY?ecver=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Burton performing Hopkins. <\/p>\n<p>Let that wash over you once. Or twice &#8212; or as they say, binge-listen.<\/p>\n<p>One of the commentators on the Clapton video calls it &#8220;a guitar tutorial on what it means to truly master the art of music&#8221; &#8212; ditto say I for Burton performing Hopkins.<\/p>\n<p>we could get into the magnificent rage of Clapton &#038; Dylan later (from a quasi-pacifist position over here).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[ by Charles Cameron &#8212; what fire can spark forth when a great actor reads a great poet ] . First, Clapton performing Dylan: It&#8217;s the speeding beauty (grace, flight, blues brutality) of Clapton&#8217;s guitar riffs that I&#8217;d draw your attention to &#8212; how can the human voice, in language hope to compare? It&#8217;s a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[526,497,480,741,946,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-55992","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-charles-cameron","category-christianity","category-music","category-poetry","category-sunday-surprise","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55992","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=55992"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55992\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56013,"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55992\/revisions\/56013"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=55992"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=55992"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=55992"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}