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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:48 am
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Sirenstoy Kiddo the fox-phoenix So is anyone here into quiet bardic, the storytelling aspects of bardic tradition? I can't sing worth a darn but I can tell stories. Not just the traditional Beowulf everyone knows (altough at my first event I did tell of how Beowulf died fighting the dragon but that bardic circle needed something exciting and I was winging the entire thing so I had to chose something I knew well) but the more obscure stuff like, "the princess in the coffin" and "Jack my hedgehog". I'd be glad to recite some if you're interested, my story changes each time I tell it though as I don't have it memorized verbatum, just enough to make up words as I go. Yes, I , for one, am into story telling and poetic reveries. I'm slowly learning stories for our barony's Samhain celebration event... hopefully I'll take title bard.... Gotta do story, song, and poem.... and I need a good poem. Any help?
I've never been too big into poetry. The only poet I'm a fan of is William Butler Yeats as he did some stuff inspired by Irish myth and fairytales but he's late 1800's early 1900's. crying Tennyson did a gorgeous poem on Authorian legend, but again, he's too modern.
St. John of the Cross was a 1500's poet who did some good stuff. The Dark Night is a rather interesting one, and Loreena McKennit did a song based off of it.
And of course - Shakespeare. He did gobs upon gobs of sonnets, including one dedicated to a prostitute. I should find that one again. Sonnets are fairly easy to memorize as well as they aren't very long and have a very rigid structure to set the flow.
Two years of a creative writing minor. Yeeeeeeah. I adore the old poets as I detest being force-fed the modern trash. Stupid mandatory weekly readings of angsty college students pining for their girlfriend and talking about sex because it's all the rage apparently. rolleyes
A note on reading poetry. Do NOT follow line breaks. Follow punctuation. Every comma, dash, whatever, is in there for a reason. Flow is what makes poetry poetry. Don't ever read sing-song. And please, don't ever read it monotone or in that stupid dreary "I'm so depressed" voice some poets think they need to have. |
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 8:56 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 2:33 am
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Kiddo the fox-phoenix Sirenstoy Kiddo the fox-phoenix So is anyone here into quiet bardic, the storytelling aspects of bardic tradition? I can't sing worth a darn but I can tell stories. Not just the traditional Beowulf everyone knows (altough at my first event I did tell of how Beowulf died fighting the dragon but that bardic circle needed something exciting and I was winging the entire thing so I had to chose something I knew well) but the more obscure stuff like, "the princess in the coffin" and "Jack my hedgehog". I'd be glad to recite some if you're interested, my story changes each time I tell it though as I don't have it memorized verbatum, just enough to make up words as I go. Yes, I , for one, am into story telling and poetic reveries. I'm slowly learning stories for our barony's Samhain celebration event... hopefully I'll take title bard.... Gotta do story, song, and poem.... and I need a good poem. Any help? I've never been too big into poetry. The only poet I'm a fan of is William Butler Yeats as he did some stuff inspired by Irish myth and fairytales but he's late 1800's early 1900's. crying Tennyson did a gorgeous poem on Authorian legend, but again, he's too modern. St. John of the Cross was a 1500's poet who did some good stuff. The Dark Night is a rather interesting one, and Loreena McKennit did a song based off of it. And of course - Shakespeare. He did gobs upon gobs of sonnets, including one dedicated to a prostitute. I should find that one again. Sonnets are fairly easy to memorize as well as they aren't very long and have a very rigid structure to set the flow. Two years of a creative writing minor. Yeeeeeeah. I adore the old poets as I detest being force-fed the modern trash. Stupid mandatory weekly readings of angsty college students pining for their girlfriend and talking about sex because it's all the rage apparently. rolleyes A note on reading poetry. Do NOT follow line breaks. Follow punctuation. Every comma, dash, whatever, is in there for a reason. Flow is what makes poetry poetry. Don't ever read sing-song. And please, don't ever read it monotone or in that stupid dreary "I'm so depressed" voice some poets think they need to have.
Thanks so much, this is gonna help greatly! |
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 12:29 am
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THE LADIES IN THE SCA
(c) copyright 1993 W.J. Bethancourt III
(Tune: "Female Of The Species")
Now the deadly widow spider eats the mate that doesn't flee
As does the preying mantis if she's courted carelessly
Don't be fooled by fragile beauty, for thereby hangs my tale:
That the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
Now, you'll see a lovely lady with a cord of black and red
Court her gingerly and carefully, or else you'll wind up dead!
Don't muck about with Mongols, you're better off in jail!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
Now those frail and frivolous ladies that are with the Cavaliers
Don't be fooled by mere appearance, all is not as it appears
For they carry bodice-daggers in those frills and farthingales!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
In the desert lands of Aten, over all the country-side
Grows a lovely desert flower, worn with fighting female pride
It's the oleander blossom, white as snow and deathly pale!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
See that sweet and fragile lady, see that lissome little miss
Treads the dance with grace and beauty, drops a curtsey, trades a kiss...
And she also puts on armor, lays about with shield and flail!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
There are sharp and shining sabres, there are Viking axes bright,
There are bodice-knives and hatpins, there is poison in the night
But their tongue's their sharpest weapon, over that you can't prevail
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 12:39 am
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THE ATENVELDT INVASION
(Tune: "Young Folks, Old Folks")
(c) 1991 W.J.Bethancourt III
C G7
CHORUS: Young folks, old folks, every man and each
C C7
Come see the Atenveldter, landed on the beach!
F C
He's not wearing any clothes, and covered all with hair
G C
And worse than that, he isn't wearing any underwear!
Once upon a time, in a Kingdom far away
A ship was wrecked in Calafia's bay
It sank right down, men and mast and sail
And only the ship's monkey lived to tell the tale!
The monkey came ashore and wandered all around
Wandered thru the valleys, wandered thru the town
Then it came to a revel hall more dead than alive
And the Caidan's thought an invasion had arrived!
CHORUS
The crowd screamed and scrambled, caught by surprise
Climbing the curtains, putting pillows o'er their eyes
Cried a willowy Laurel, with a cry that was heart-felt:
"He's big and strong and hairy, he must be from Atenveldt!"
"He's not wearing any clothes, whatever can it mean?"
"It's the rudest thing that I have ever seen!"
A Duchess said to the Kingdom Castellan:
"You can tell he's not Caidan: No Elizabeth-i-ans!" //Humpf!//
CHORUS
The whole crowd was terrified, petrified with fear,
That the Atenveldt invasion finally was here.
"God help the Kingdom!" "Save us from this fate!"
"Run away and hide ourselves before it is too late!"
The monkey saw the revel feast and jumped for the food
With no table manners; he was really rather rude!
The crowd gasped with horror at the awful sight:
"He eats with both hands! He's an Atenveldter Knight!"
CHORUS
The monkey ambled 'round, all tired, stiff and sore;
All the Caidans scrambled for the door!
The politics got heavy and the rumor spread around
"The Atenveldter's gonna be a-fighting for the Crown!"
But then the revel hall got quiet as could be
When up cried the Seneshal, "Can't you plainly see?"
"Hide your wives and daughters and prepare for fire and sword!"
"It's not an Atenveldter, it's a member of the Horde!" //Eek!//
CHORUS (twice)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 1:01 am
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Well, I didn't take baronial bard... no big deal. However, in the tribal competition ( of which, I was in three contests. Caber toss, Bardic, and the Melees) My composition "The Raging Buffalo" took the prize.
We were to write a piece over the outcome of the melees that morning. Well, no better place to learn of them than being IN them. So I took off to write immediately after removing my armor. I tell ya, that was fun!
We were left in the dark for the whole day, then they announced that the tribe called Eldern had won. We had nearly tied in contests. Archery:them, Caber toss:them ( by 14 knots), Spear Throw:UsMelee:Us, Relay race: Us... and finally Bardic: us!
If they had won bardic, they'd have tied. But apparently, our last minute bard ( me) was better than their last minute bard ( their chief).
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:52 pm
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Arithrel Oh man, I really want to post my favourite bardic song, because it's beautiful, but I can't! The person who wrote it (I have no idea who that is) decided that it could be sung freely at any event by anyone, but the gentle didn't want it written down. I believe it was an experiment to see how it would last/change over time but I don't know for sure. It's a wonderful song, though. It's called "Born on the Listfield" if anyone has heard it.
That has got to be one of my favorite bardic songs! Well next to Barret's Privateers and a song I can't remember the name of.
The chorus goes:
Way hey Stormy
Walk him along
John carry him along
Way hey Stormy
Carry him to his
burrien grounds
Edit: Also we have a thing with our bardic cirlcles in Midhaven where you must "Pick, pass, or play." A stick is passed around the entire bardic cirlce so that when you get it you must do one of the three.
Pick: Pick someone you know and ask them to sing a song or recite a story, etc.
Pass: You can pass the stick once, you don't have to do anything.
Play: Recite a poem, sing a song, tell a story, etc.
This lets everyone get involved instead of two or three people always holding the spotlight. I think it's great but I'd rather listen to everyone else than recite something. ((personaly)) |
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 3:13 am
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SashaRavensorrow Arithrel Sasha, we do that too! At events where there's big bardics, anyways...small bardics just kind of figure themselves out. I like Barret's Privateers, too. Brigit, I love those songs! They're so great. smile Sirenstoy, congrats on winning the bardic piece! Too bad about Baronial Bard, but hey, there's always next time! Awesome! I hadn't heard of any other place that did that as well. *wonders what she's going to do for the bardic tomorrow*
Thanks for the congrats! I'm not so great at the bardic thing, but I try. The lass who took it won due to talent. And the fact that she can write her own songs... I have a horrible lack of that ability...heh...
Pick, pass, or play, eh? That's something I'll implore the local brass hats to employ next time...
Barrett's Privateers?! I love that tune! Been a few times that I've lead the circle through that one. But 'Come out you Black and Tans' goes over far better... mostly because we like to call out the english in our barony... We're mostly scottish, irish, norse, etc.... |
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 8:37 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 1:21 am
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Arithrel Sirenstoy Thanks for the congrats! I'm not so great at the bardic thing, but I try. The lass who took it won due to talent. And the fact that she can write her own songs... I have a horrible lack of that ability...heh... Pick, pass, or play, eh? That's something I'll implore the local brass hats to employ next time... Barrett's Privateers?! I love that tune! Been a few times that I've lead the circle through that one. But 'Come out you Black and Tans' goes over far better... mostly because we like to call out the english in our barony... We're mostly scottish, irish, norse, etc.... Hmm, I've never heard that one!
Here, have the Cantaria Link!
Come out ye Blacks and Tans |
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 10:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 10:47 pm
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Cruel Sister
there lived a maiden
by the north sea shore
lay the band to the bonnie broom
two daughters were the babes she bore
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
One grew as bright as the morning sun
lay the band to the bonnie broom
but coal black grew the other one
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
A knight came riding by the noth sea shore
lay the band to the bonnie broom
he longed to be her warrior
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
One he adorned with gloves and ring
lay the band to the bonnie broom
he loved the othr above all thing
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
"Sister sister, come with me"
lay the band to the bonnie broom
"And we will watch the ships at sea"
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
as they went walking by the north sea shore
lay the band to the bonnie broom
the dark girl pushed her sister o'er
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
"oh sister, sister, let me live"
lay the band to the bonnie broom
"Anything that's mine, I'll surely give"
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
"Your own true love I'll have and more"
lay the band to the bonnie broom
"But you shall never come ashore"
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
Sometimes she sank, sometimes shw swam
lay the band to the bonnie broom
Crying "sister, sister, take my hand"
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
Two minstrels walking by the north sea shore
lay the band to the bonnie broom
they watched her body float to shore
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
They made a harp from her breast bone
lay the band to the bonnie broom
whose song would melt a heart of stone
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
they made three strings from her golden hair
lay the band to the bonnie broom
never known, a harp so fair
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
but when they laid it on the stone
lay the band to the bonnie broom
the harp began to play alone
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
The first string sang a mournful song
lay the band to the bonnie broom
the salt sea bore her body on,
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
the second string the harp had tried
lay the band to the bonnie broom
in terror sits the dark haired bride
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
the third string, so soft and low
lay the band to the bonnie broom
and surely now, her tears shall flow
fe la la la la la la lai la lou
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 12:19 pm
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