DBCohen wrote:If somebody is willing to introduce I.15, please do;
Hello.
I just stopped by to introduce 1.15.
~greg
(I haven't the foggiest idea what's going on here.
Which is absolutely no criticism of anything.
And I really do intend to read all these threads, someday.
In fact the truth is that I have been from time to time
working on a script to automatically download whole threads,
and combine them into a single html page, so that I can just
scroll through them and not have to click from page to page.
The scrip automatically adds lots of internal links and
summaries and (will later add) concordances and stuff like that.
As a matter of fact the real reason that I asked earlier that this
BOM thread be split up is because my single page version
of it was approaching a gigabyte!
(If anyone is curious what they look like, this
was it, up to pg 31...
http://relay.twoshakesofalambstail.com/BOM/thread.html
but be warned, - that is a 2 meg page,
and with the pictures it's closer to 6 meg,
so it takes as long to download as a fat .mpg file.
(Here's a zip of the folder, about 2meg:
http://relay.twoshakesofalambstail.com/BOM/BOM.zip )
It's more fun to make scripts like that than to actually
use the reports.
But if everybody seriously wants to re-organize this mass,
then it would be trivial to do it, provide everybody is willing
to go back to their posts and edit them to include the
poem numbers of the (one or more) poem(s)
which each particular paragraph is most relevantly about,
using, say, "0" for the paragraphs that aren't specifically
about one poem but more generally relevant,
and also, say, -1,-2,... etc --- to mark the insults and flames
that aren't particularly relevant to anything.
(--- I don't know if there's any of that going on here.
... but just if there is. )
Then it would take a very simple script
to produce any kind of report you like.
~~
I suppose this kind of man-handling of text
is like a child playing with the needles and bed-pans
and other hospital paraphernalia that occasionally
washes up on the shore.
Again, I definitely don't mean this as criticism.
But I am reminded in scanning through these posts
of something from long ago in my life.
Partly because I had never experienced such a thing
before and had no idea that such things could be.
Partly because the reciter was very good,
(and I was reminded of him, later, by Richard Burton.)
Partly because the poem is good.
And partly because I was at an age (about 10)
when I was ready for it.
It was my very first impression of the power that
recited poetry could be. And the poem effectively
named, and, I thought, justified certain of my reactions
to organized school, vs other ways of learning.
But whatever.
I never forgot the experience.
The poem was this:
from Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman
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WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.