I did compare this recital with the one you recorded for your “all 154” compilation. They’re both wonderful yet so different I’m style!
@geraldinehughes44902 күн бұрын
Wicked good Arthur!
@evelynmow40672 күн бұрын
Thank you for gifting your wonderful voice and all the poetry! Everything on this channel is fabulous without exception!
@coveyssteve4 күн бұрын
Opinions vary. Too high a dramatic pitch throughout. This wonderful poem stands on its own and does not need histrionics. To do so takes away from the words. This is a thoughtful poem and should be read that way.
@ArthurLWood4 күн бұрын
Thanks for sharing your opinion. I definitely think there are different ways to do this one, and I might read it differently today. Ulysses is an old man here, and I was a much younger man when I recorded it. Part of me agrees with you, but I am also happy with the reading. One of the first on my channel. Hope you can enjoy a few of my other readings I have made over the years! Take care :) Arthur
@ihavenot23 сағат бұрын
Bollocks! Perhaps you don't appreciate quite who Odysseus/Ulysses was. Tennyson captures a man still full of passion despite his advancing years, if you can't discern that then maybe Tennyson is too much for you. In my view Mr Wood here doesn't go far enough, 99% of the discourses out there are bland, feeble minded, total waste of time readings by people with no understanding of the words, grammar or punctuation they're reading coupled with an inability to interpret the nuances of the poet's thoughts set down in their verse.
@floriandiazpesantes5735 күн бұрын
Thanks
@floriandiazpesantes5735 күн бұрын
Your birthday is upcoming on this Friday, the 28th of June. I’ll be busy on that day, though it is said that congratulating prior to the date means bad luck a little thank you can’t be wrong. I’d love to be more generous as you have brought me so much joy over these years I have to watch my limited OAP‘s budget, still I shall add a shipload of love to my little contribution.
@cristinabizzarri70616 күн бұрын
Wondrous ❤
@cristinabizzarri70616 күн бұрын
Bravo
@cristinabizzarri70616 күн бұрын
Still better ❤
@cristinabizzarri70616 күн бұрын
❤
@rosiejack90696 күн бұрын
Beautiful and powerful original. Great work. Thank you.
@exildoc6 күн бұрын
❤
@soulstice996 күн бұрын
Well done!
@chrishansenbiz6 күн бұрын
Donne was a bit sermonish at times. But he knew love!
@ArthurLWood6 күн бұрын
The vision of Donne preaching outside St Paul’s is an image that haunts me, and situates the poem.
@floriandiazpesantes5736 күн бұрын
And lust
@chrishansenbiz6 күн бұрын
@@floriandiazpesantes573 yes. Both expressed exquisitely in a validation forbidding mourning.
@chrishansenbiz6 күн бұрын
@@ArthurLWood I didn't know about that! Was it before or after the holy sonnets? Because I feel some questioning/challenging in those.
@chrishansenbiz6 күн бұрын
@@ArthurLWood"a murderer on the run"? I need to know who/what, to continue through. To get to where God is. Nothingness is an undercurrent in the river of time my life is riding through this world.
@chrishansenbiz6 күн бұрын
Here I am!
@ArthurLWood6 күн бұрын
There is a white wind where my love was, An echo in a cathedral, And the artist, and the nun; Only a silent frost appears, Only a heart in pieces And a handkerchief of tears, While crossing the Thames at daybreak Is a murderer on the run. There is a white wind where my love was, A monster in the river And a sermoning John Donne; If only we knew the ways of the heart, For entropy increases, And we manage the carriage the way of the cart, And the night was never the morrow, And the moon was never the sun. I gave my all to love, Love took away it all And left me only broken shards Of hope, and alcohol; I gave my all to love, Love span me a dying song, It went: la la, la la, la la, Now all I dare claim or possess Are the shards of hope and lonesomeness, The alcohol and the last cigar, And like the sun was never the moon They shall turn to ashes soon. I gave my all and swallowed The cruel effects of love. I am not bitter, I do not care, My vision was a wisp of air, And even time must cease to move, And lurking inside nothingness Is God-- and we are there.
@user-vf2ky3ps7z6 күн бұрын
I like that his voice sounded young - more like Keats would be.
@Laharnaman7 күн бұрын
Thanks
@Laharnaman7 күн бұрын
A marvellous reading, filled with feeling and energy. An old man thanks you from afar young friend.
@ArthurLWood4 күн бұрын
Thank you very much, my friend. So pleased you enjoyed the reading. I will try to record more of The Prelude soon. My next project (after I finish Tennyson’s In Memoriam) will be Milton’s Paradise Lost.
@EM-KeepingtheFaith7 күн бұрын
Love love love this
@mariachristinadunderdale8 күн бұрын
thank you Arthur❤ wonderful very move
@surya-qo8jq9 күн бұрын
somebody is here in 2024
@allenrheinhart24899 күн бұрын
I think I do a kick-ass Othello I would love to collaborate with you
@floriandiazpesantes57311 күн бұрын
Thank you for reading this lovely poem celebrating friendship. It had been a pleasure to working on this translation together. It is rather an adaptation to respect the noble form of the sonnet, I think it transfers the essence well. Wonderful performance as well!
@soulstice9911 күн бұрын
Very well done Sir
@annastd176311 күн бұрын
0:41
@ArthurLWood11 күн бұрын
À M.V.H. (from Alfred de Musset) a translation by Arthur L Wood and Florian Diaz Pesantes One must in this world love every small thing, For to know in the end what lived in the mind: The bonbons, the ocean, the sparkling wind, The women, the horses, the roses of spring, One needs oft to trample the small budding flowers And sometimes to crumble, to bid friends farewell, The heart thereby learns what rises, what fell; And time marches on and marks up the hours. Of everything good, that we tamely defend, The best that e’er was is one lovely friend Whom we lost long ago. In the mist, he appears, Closer he comes, smile greets smile, hand meets hand, We sigh, remembering those good, distant years, And know on the morrow is yesterday's land. A M. V. H. by Alfred de Musset Il faut, dans ce bas monde, aimer beaucoup de choses, Pour savoir, après tout, ce qu’on aime le mieux, Les bonbons, l’Océan, le jeu, l’azur des cieux, Les femmes, les chevaux, les lauriers et les roses. Il faut fouler aux pieds des fleurs à peine écloses ; Il faut beaucoup pleurer, dire beaucoup d’adieux. Puis le coeur s’aperçoit qu’il est devenu vieux, Et l’effet qui s’en va nous découvre les causes. De ces biens passagers que l’on goûte à demi, Le meilleur qui nous reste est un ancien ami. On se brouille, on se fuit. Qu’un hasard nous rassemble, On s’approche, on sourit, la main touche la main, Et nous nous souvenons que nous marchions ensemble, Que l’âme est immortelle, et qu’hier c’est demain.
@ArthurLWood11 күн бұрын
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@floriandiazpesantes57313 күн бұрын
“The dream-beings”
@floriandiazpesantes57313 күн бұрын
When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut the gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. Advertisement Support the Guardian and enjoy the app ad-free. Support the Guardian But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.
@PromptStreamer14 күн бұрын
Nice! The delivery was excellent. I have seen people perform Shakespeare in a way that can make the lines sound kind of cliche. It seemed like you very acutely determined an appropriate emotion or intonation for each line, to make the poem fully come alive as a theatrical scene or monologue. I’ll gladly watch you recite more Shakespeare and also more literature, poetry, fiction and theater in general!
@exildoc13 күн бұрын
What a good comment. Expresses so clearly what I felt and couldn’t grasp with precision. Thank you @PromptStreamer
@exildoc14 күн бұрын
“Be gentle, for everything is again”. Love that!
@exildoc14 күн бұрын
“…reach a hand through time and delicately hold me”. What a line!
@allenrheinhart248915 күн бұрын
Stellar, top of the key - that was gangster.
@floriandiazpesantes57318 күн бұрын
“I think on thee” what an unalloyed pleasure to watch this recital!
@exildoc18 күн бұрын
Exciting! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
@ArthurLWood18 күн бұрын
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
@ArthurLWood18 күн бұрын
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@exildoc18 күн бұрын
So soon I shall leave my self-made cage! How wonderful and spend many an hours with your precious poetry!
@aylam966718 күн бұрын
Most not know the horror of this poems meaning and intent. The sad enunciated script of a human criminal only by the laws of a bigoted time. The beauty in the darkness of what it means for us who live in fear of hateful law. Never Again🏳️🌈
@Dina_Amir18 күн бұрын
Thank you
@floriandiazpesantes57320 күн бұрын
Once again I listened to this eerie poem, so fitting to these days! Dark and brilliant. I hold it dear.
@Prince.of.agrabah22 күн бұрын
“What love I bore to thee” ❤️🔥 (you got a very elegant voice)
@exildoc22 күн бұрын
“That melancholy dream”.
@ArthurLWood22 күн бұрын
I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed, The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
@ArthurLWood22 күн бұрын
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@alexandercaskey924323 күн бұрын
Ummmm.
@mihalymok742823 күн бұрын
Excellent tempo
@geraldreineke134825 күн бұрын
wonderfully read
@ArthurLWood19 күн бұрын
Thank you! 🙏
@exildoc26 күн бұрын
‘Perfumed like a milliner!’ 😂😂😂 reminds me of a film scene from “ Withnail and I”