I have recorded a video of about 5 minutes length of myself reading part 1 of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. This was done partly because readers of Ersjdamoo’s Blog may have wondered, “Who is this ‘Ersjdamoo’ person?”
The sound volume could be better. I have ordered an external microphone which, in case I give any more poetry readings, may help the volume. It can be heard okay, but perhaps turn up your speakers.
Hopefully the video clip is embedded above in today’s blog entry. Doing a YouTube search on “Ersjdamoo” also brings up the video.
The poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, was described by Thomas Wolfe (1900 – 1938) as, “…the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, beyond which there is nothing.” An aged seaman stops a young man who is on his way to a wedding reception. The young man is impatient about the delay and calls the mariner a “graybeard loon.” Yet the mariner exercises some sort of hypnotic fascination upon the young man and he “cannot help but hear.”
The mariner describes his voyage south to Antarctica, where the ship becomes surrounded by ice. It seems the situation is perilous until an albatross enters the vicinity. Good luck is associated with this albatross for the ice breaks and the ship escapes. The bird makes friends with the sailors. But then the ancient mariner committed an evil deed when, for no good reason, he killed the albatross. That is the gist of part 1, but the mariner’s tale goes on from there.
I like the older-type English language used in the poem, for example, “Eftsoons his hand dropt he.” The word “eftsoons” is Middle English and means “soon after.” The rhyming pattern is insistent in the poem, for example, “And through the drifts the snowy cliffs” where rhyming occurs not just between lines but within the lines themselves.
No conspiracy in this blog entry, but maybe a few poetry readings will provide a break from depressing conspiracy news. Like I said in yesterday’s blog entry, “We Need a Little Christmas.”