
William Butler Yeats, my current obsession. He’s been gone for nearly 80 years. I’m working diligently at reproducing this handsome portrait. Results will be posted upon completion. In the meantime, read the words he wrote as part of his introduction to Lady Philippa Gregory’s Book of Irish Mythology and see if you don’t fall in love with him, too.
“We do not know who at the foundation of the world made the banquet for the first time, or who put the pack of cards into rough hands; but we do know that, unless those that have made many inventions are about to change the nature of poetry, we may go where Homer went if we are to sing a new song. Is it because all that is under the moon thirsts to escape out of bounds, to lose itself in some unbounded tidal stream, that the songs of the folk are mournful … and …whenever queens lament their for lovers, reminds us of songs that are still sung in country places?”
“When we have drunk of the cold cup of the moon’s intoxication, we thirst for something beyond ourselves, and the mind flows outward to a natural immensity; but if we have drunk from the hot cup of the sun, our own fullness awakens, we desire little, for wherever one goes one’s heart goes too; and if any ask what music is the sweetest, we can but answer… ‘what happens’
This makes me want to write fairy tales, stories about love, with heroes and queens, gods and monsters… And it makes me wish I had lived in a different time, a time when poets were published and people knew their names.
They were the rock stars of their time, weren’t they? My, how times have changed. Now we get the Kardashian clan. Ugh. 😏
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Rock stars, yes! So true! And they are all rolling in their graves. 😖
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Ha! No doubt! And, who could blame them? 😃
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Yeats was a phenomenal writer. I don’t love him as much as Keats, Byron, Shelley, but he is still up there
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I took my Instagram name from Shelley’s poem To a Skylark: Hail to thee, blithe Spirit… 😀 it was my father’s nickname for me!
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Interesting. Love Shelley!
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I share your love of this remarkable poet! Can’t wait to see your drawing.
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Ah great minds…. 😃 I’m getting a lesson with the drawing. I’m really excited about it!
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Wonderful 👏🏻
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Ahhh, me too.
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Yes!!!! 😍
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Yeats, lovely. I can totally understand the love. My first love was Jack Kerouac and he was dead already by the time I fell for him 😉
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Thank you! Yes, I think for me it was Jim Morrison! 😁
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Haaa! Jim wasn’t my cup of tea 🙂
*whispers that I never really *got* The Doors*
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I was fascinated by him! But I get that not everyone would get the Doors. Some of their stuff was purposely bizarre which in retrospect is ridiculous! I just to run my hands through his hair… 😋
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You saucy minx 😜
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Beautiful writing and a handsome man. Show us your portrait when you’re done!
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I will! Thanks, Diana!
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I am sorry Meg, but William is taken. lol! Isn’t he gorgeous, and stanzas like birds! I can’t wait to see your portrait of this dashing young man, dead or alive💙.
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He is gorgeous! And the words, yes, the words…. 💗💗💗 I hope the drawing turns out. So far so good! Thanks, Holly!
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Can’t wait to see Mr. Yeats seen through the eyes of Meg! 💖💖💖
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I wish I lived in a different time every single day…
Can’t wait to see the drawing!
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I know! So do I! Isn’t he handsome? I’m taking my time with the drawing. 💜
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He really is… I shall add him to my collection. Of men.
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Hey: I’m a published poet, Meg, and you know my name. Things aren’t all that bad! It’s a beautiful piece of writing though. So much of Yeats is a cross between dream and fairy land.
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Oh my goodness Roger, you are right. I do know your name and so should everyone else! 😃
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They know the “Roger Moore” bit, but they attach it to the wrong person!
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I imagine so! Shall we call you 007?
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006.5 … but don’t tell anyone.
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Your secret is safe with me!!!
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As to our living in this time and place: my art is my dialogue with my time and my place. Further, as I wrote to a certain Mr. Cake: there’s “Nothing wrong with the here and now. It’s the reality we live and observe. We escape from it when we write and dream. Without the here and now from which to flee, we would have no reason to dream.”
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Oh that’s perfect. He should agree with that. We’re always arguing about the melancholy fount of art and creativity!
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As obsessions go…I think you picked a great one. 🙂
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I’m reading a biography about him and his 9 muses! I need a time machine! 😋
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Lol! Get me one!!!
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Where’s the Doctor?!?
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LOL! maybe we need to go to london and create some kind of crisis to draw him out.
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Yes! You don’t have to ask me twice!!
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Where’s the Doctor? Who needs Dr. Who when Dr. Moo is at your service. And who needs a sonic screwdriver when you’ve got a sonic pen?
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Got to get one of those!
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You’ve already got one. It probably needs a rest and / or a bit of recharging. Even K9 needed plugging in once in a while.
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I think that’s true. Recharging presently!
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Hang in there, Meg. There’s loads of energy … you just have it flowing in different directions right now. You’ll be fine. Lots of us supporting you.
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Thank you, Roger. I appreciate that so much. My energy is very much being redirected right now. Treading water.
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lets not forget that aside from all the Celtic Twilight fairies, gods and goddesses, that Yeats was absolutely instrumental in the creation of literary modernism. He bridged the gap between symbolism and the extraordinary explosion in arts and literature and without Yeats, no Eliot or Pound (actually Pound is argument against Yeats). And lets not forget his absolute bat shit crazy experiment with automatic writing A Vision and his serious involvement with the occult (he fell out with Crowley after giving a truly appalling verse-play of the Beast’s a lukewarm reception, Crowley put it down to jealously of his talent).
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No of course I would not overlook that. Although A Vision is ‘bat shit crazy,’ he took it very seriously. It confirmed his belief in the great Memory, the connection between this world and the supernatural world. Besides, it perpetuated his belief in the Muse, albeit in a different form. The sexual union having been consummated with Georgie, no more the unattainable love. The seances, the fascination with the moon and its phases, his conviction in the dual nature of the male and female minds… All of it. Completely mesmerized by the man.
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I like that it is bat shit crazy, I like that he connected his writing to something bigger. I like that he is was a visionary, I love visionaries. I think visionaries are sorely missed in literature. The current state of which could go either way, never before has so many people attempted it and yet there is so many other media out there. Hmmm. These thoughts have actually stopped me from writing for decades better not pursue them.
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I know! The ‘crazy’ is part of the wonder! Precisely because he had this grander view. The Great Memory, accessing the divine… all of it possible if only one could change one’s ‘mind’… You are absolutely right: greater accessibility to the world of publishing gives new writers opportunities they might not otherwise have, and it also means that the gems are harder to find among the rubbish. Visionary. I wish I had a vision. I just have lots of voices chattering away in my head and once in a while they manage to tell me a decent story.
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I wish I had a vision instead of knowledge of other people’s vision. Also need to get back to T.F, it’s in my head just need the time to write it down.
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I hope your schedule clears. My schedule is clear, my head, however, is not…
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Well I hope it clears
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As do I
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I have to find the time and do nothing else really
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In theory, I should be able to do nothing else today and tomorrow. In reality, we’ll see… I will be editing your story so watch for that later
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Thank you… I need something to post tomorrow
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If I finish it in time, may I post it simultaneously on Murmur? If you like it, that is…
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Absolutely… without your work it’s not fit so you deserve the credit
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Thank you, you are too kind
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By the way the title of this post is rather disturbing.
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Attention grabbing though innit?
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It is, though please do not pursue this policy too literally. So in your opinion Yeats would be worth a dig?
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Don’t worry, Cake I won’t be sneaking into Drumcliffe with a shovel. Moldering old bones don’t hold the same attraction as the memory of the young man. I need to work on my Origami Drive time machine.
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Good luck with that
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Oh Cake, let me dream, will you?!?
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Dream on
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I really enjoyed reading this Meg, reminded me of the crushes I’ve had on dead poets in my time! I spotted this recording of the man himself reading Innisfree on the BBC website and thought you might not have heard it: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-32814695?ns_mchannel=social&ns_campaign=bbc_radio_4&ns_source=twitter&ns_linkname=radio_and_music
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Thank you so much!!!
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