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Natalie Merchant sings old poems to life
Poziom:
Temat: Sztuka i rozrywka
(Music)
♫ My age is 300 ♫
♫ and 72 ♫
♫ I think with the deepest regret ♫
♫ how I used to pick up ♫
♫ and voraciously chew ♫
♫ the dear little boys ♫
♫ that I met ♫
♫ I've eaten them raw ♫
♫ in their holiday suits, ♫
♫ eaten them ♫
♫ curried with rice ♫
♫ I've eaten then baked ♫
♫ in their jackets and boots ♫
♫ and found them exceedingly nice ♫
♫ But now that my jaws ♫
♫ are too weak for such fare, ♫
♫ I think it's increasingly rude ♫
♫ to do such a thing ♫
♫ when I'm quite well aware ♫
♫ little boys do not like ♫
♫ being chewed ♫
♫ Little boys do not like ♫
♫ being chewed ♫
(Music)
♫ So now I contentedly live upon eels ♫
♫ and try to do nothing amiss ♫
♫ and pass all the time ♫
♫ I can spare from my meals ♫
♫ in innocent slumber like this, ♫
♫ innocent slumber ♫
♫ like this ♫
(Applause)
I suppose I owe you an explanation.
I been working on a project for the last six years
adapting children's poetry to music.
And that's a poem by Charles Edward Carryl,
who was a stockbroker in New York City
for 45 years,
but in the evenings, he wrote nonsense for his children.
And this book was one of the most famous books in America
for about 35 years.
"The Sleepy Giant," which is the song that I just sang,
is one of his poems.
Now, we're going to do
other poems for you.
And here's a preview of some of the poets.
This is Rachel Field,
Robert Graves,
a very young Robert Graves,
Christina Rossetti.
Ghosts, right,
have nothing to say to us.
Obsolete.
Gone.
Not so.
What I really enjoyed about this project
is reviving these people's words,
taking them off the dead, flat pages,
bringing them to life,
bringing them to light.
So, what we're going to do next
is a poem that was written by Nathalia Crane.
Nathalia Crane was a little girl from Brooklyn.
When she was 10 years-old, in 1927,
she published her first book of poems
called "The Janitor's Boy."
Here she is.
And here's her poem.
(Music)
♫ Oh, I'm in love ♫
♫ with the janitor's boy ♫
♫ and the janitor's boy ♫
♫ is in love with me ♫
♫ Oh, I'm in love ♫
♫ with the janitor's boy ♫
♫ and the janitor's boy ♫
♫ is in love with me ♫
♫ His going to hunt for a desert isle ♫
♫ in our geography ♫
♫ A desert isle ♫
♫ of spicy trees ♫
♫ somewhere in Sheepshead Bay ♫
♫ A right nice place ♫
♫ just fit for two ♫
♫ where we can live always ♫
♫ Oh, I'm in love ♫
♫ with the janitor's boy ♫
♫ and the janitor's boy ♫
♫ is busy as can be ♫
♫ Down in the cellar, he's making a raft ♫
♫ out of an old settee ♫
♫ He'll carry me off ♫
♫ I know that he will, ♫
♫ for his hair is exceedingly red, ♫
♫ and the only thing ♫
♫ that occurs to me ♫
♫ is to dutifully shiver in bed ♫
♫ And on the day that we sail ♫
♫ I will leave a little note ♫
♫ for my parents I hate to annoy ♫
♫ I have flown to an island ♫
♫ in the bay ♫
♫ with my janitor's ♫
♫ red haired-boy, ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ I'm going to sail away ♫
♫ gone to Sheepshead Bay ♫
♫ with my janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ On an old settee ♫
♫ my red-haired boy and me ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
♫ Janitor's red-haired boy ♫
(Applause)
The next poem is by E.E. Cummings,
"Maggie and Milly and Molly and May."
(Music)
♫ Maggie and Milly ♫
♫ Molly and May ♫
♫ they went down to the beach ♫
♫ one day to play ♫
♫ And Maggie discovered ♫
♫ a shell that sang ♫
♫ so sweetly she couldn't remember ♫
♫ her troubles ♫
♫ Maggie and Milly ♫
♫ Molly and May ♫
♫ Maggie and Milly ♫
♫ Molly and May ♫
♫ Milly befriended ♫
♫ a stranded star ♫
♫ whose rays ♫
♫ whose rays ♫
♫ five languid fingers ♫
♫ were ♫
(Music)
♫ Maggie and Milly ♫
♫ Molly and May ♫
♫ Maggie and Milly ♫
♫ Molly and May ♫
(Music)
♫ Molly was chased ♫
♫ by a horrible thing ♫
♫ which raced ♫
♫ sideways blowing ♫
♫ blowing ♫
♫ blowing ♫
♫ May came home ♫
♫ with a smooth, round stone ♫
♫ small as a world ♫
♫ and as large as alone ♫
(Music)
♫ For whatever we lose ♫
♫ like a you or a me ♫
♫ always ourselves ♫
♫ that we find ♫
♫ at the sea ♫
(Applause)
Thank you.
(Applause)
The next poem is "If No One Ever Marries Me."
It was written by Laurence Alma-Tadema.
She was the daughter of a very, very famous dutch painter,
who had made his fame in England.
He went there after the death
of his wife of smallpox
and brought his two young children.
One was his daughter, Laurence.
She wrote this poem when she was
18 years-old, in 1888,
and I look at it as kind of a
very sweet feminist manifesto
tinged with a little bit of defiance
and a little bit of resignation and regret.
(Music)
♫ Well, if no one ever marries me ♫
♫ and I don't see why they should ♫
♫ Nurse says I'm not pretty ♫
♫ and you know I'm seldom good ♫
♫ seldom good ♫
♫ Well, if no one ever marries me ♫
♫ I shan't mind very much ♫
♫ buy a squirrel in a cage ♫
♫ and a little rabbit hutch ♫
♫ If no one marries me ♫
♫ If no one marries me ♫
♫ No one marries me ♫
♫ If no one marries me ♫
♫ If no one marries me ♫
♫ I'll have a cottage near a wood ♫
♫ and a pony all my own ♫
♫ a little lamb quite clean and tame ♫
♫ that I can take to town ♫
♫ and when I'm really getting old ♫
♫ and 28 or nine ♫
♫ buy myself a little orphan girl ♫
♫ and bring her up as mine ♫
♫ If no one marries me ♫
♫ If no one marries me ♫
♫ No one marries me ♫
♫ No one marries me ♫
♫ Well, if no one marries me ♫
♫ Marries me ♫
♫ Well, if no one marries me ♫
♫ Marries me ♫
♫ Well, if no one marries me ♫
Thank you.
(Applause)
I became very curious about the poets,
after spending six years with them,
and started to research their lives,
and then decided to write a book about it.
And the burning question about Alma-Tadema
was: Did she marry?
And the answer was no, which I found
which I found in the London Times archive.
She died alone in 1940
in the company of her books and her dear friends.
Gerard Manley Hopkins,
a saintly man.
He became a Jesuit.
He converted from his Anglican faith.
He was moved to by the Tractarian movement,
the Oxford movement, otherwise known as,
and he became a Jesuit priest.
He burned all his poetry at the age of 24
and then did not write another poem for at least seven years
because he couldn't rectify the life of a poet
with the life of a priest.
He died typhoid fever
at the age of 44, I believe,
43 or 44.
At the time, he was teaching classics
at Trinity College in Dublin.
A few years before he died,
after he had resumed writing poetry,
but in secret,
he confessed to a friend in a letter
that I found when I was doing me research.
"I've written a verse.
It is to explain death to a child.
And it deserves a piece of plain-song music."
And my blood froze when I read that
because I had written the plain-song music
130 years after he'd written the letter.
And the poem is called "Spring and Fall."
♫ Margaret ♫
♫ are you grieving ♫
♫ over Goldengrove ♫
♫ unleaving, by and by? ♫
♫ Leaves, like the things ♫
♫ of man, you ♫
♫ with your fresh thoughts care for, ♫
♫ can you? ♫
♫ But as the heart grows older ♫
♫ it will come to such sights ♫
♫ much colder ♫
♫ By and by, ♫
♫ nor spare a sigh ♫
♫ Though worlds of ♫
♫ wanwood leafmeal lie ♫
♫ and yet you will weep ♫
♫ and you'll know why ♫
♫ No matter child, the name ♫
♫ Sorrow's springs are all the same ♫
♫ They're all the same ♫
♫ Nor mouth had ♫
♫ nor no mind expressed ♫
♫ what heart heard of, ♫
♫ ghost had guessed ♫
♫ It's the blight ♫
♫ man was born for ♫
♫ It is Margaret ♫
♫ that you mourning for ♫
Thank you so much.
(Applause)
(Music)
I'd like to thank everybody,
all the scientists, the philosophers,
the architects, the inventors,
the biologists,
the botanists, the artists,
everyone that blew my mind this week.
Thank you.
(Applause)
♫ Oh, La li la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la li la la la la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la la la la ♫
♫ La la la li la la la la la ♫
♫ You've been so kind and ♫
♫ generous ♫
♫ I don't know how you keep on giving ♫
♫ And for your kindness, ♫
♫ I'm in debt to you ♫
♫ And for your selflessness, ♫
♫ my admiration ♫
♫ And for everything you've done, ♫
♫ you know I'm bound ♫
♫ I'm bound to thank for it ♫
♫ La li la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la li la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la la ♫
♫ La li la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la li la li la la ♫
♫ Thank you ♫
♫ Now you've been so kind and ♫
Curb the enthusiasm, just a little bit.
Just bring it down a little. (Laughter)
It's my turn.
I still have two minutes.
(Laughter)
Okay, we're going to start that verse again.
♫ Well, you've been so -- ♫
That's innovative, don't you think?
Calming the audience down;
I'm supposed to be whipping you into a frenzy.
I like that. That's enough. Shhh.
♫ Now, you've been kind and -- ♫
I'm going to sing this to Bill Gates.
I have so much admiration for him.
♫ Now, you've been so kind and ♫
♫ generous ♫
♫ I don't know how you keep on giving ♫
♫ And for your kindness ♫
♫ I'm in debt to you ♫
♫ And I never could have come ♫
♫ this far without you ♫
♫ So for everything you've done,
♫ you know I'm bound ♫
♫ I'm bound to thank you for it ♫
♫ La li la la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la la ♫
♫ La li la la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la li la li la la la ♫
♫ La li la la la ♫
♫ I want to thank you for so many gifts ♫
♫ you gave in love with tenderness ♫
♫ Thank you ♫
♫ I want to thank you ♫
♫ for you generosity ♫
♫ the love and the honesty that you gave me ♫
♫ I want to thank you ♫
♫ show my gratitude, my love ♫
♫ and my respect for you ♫
♫ I want to thank you, thank you ♫
♫ Thank you, thank you ♫
♫ Thank you, thank you ♫
♫ Thank you, thank you ♫
♫ I want to thank you, thank you ♫
♫ Thank you, thank you ♫
You know what?
I'll show you how to clap to this song.
♫ I want to thank you, thank you ♫
♫ Thank you, thank you ♫
♫ Thank you, thank you ♫
♫ Thank you, thank you ♫
♫ I want to thank you, thank you ♫
It works better, right?
♫ I want to thank you, thank you ♫
♫ I want to thank you ♫
♫ Oohoo ♫
♫ Oohoo ♫
♫ Hoohoo ♫
♫ Woohoo ♫
Let's bring it down.
Decrescendo.
Gradually, bringing it down,
bringing it down.
♫ I want to thank you, thank you ♫
Finger puppet.
Ain't no stopping.
Thank you so much.
(Applause)
