6 april 2008

Guest blogger Sir Philip Sidney takes time out from his busy schedule of being a Renaissance Man to tell us how a poet operates

"I know not whether by luck or wisdom, we Englishmen have met with the Greeks in calling him a maker, which name, how high and incomparable a title it is, I had rather were known by marking the scope of other sciences, than by any partial allegation. There is no art delivered unto mankind that hath not the works of nature for his principal object, without which they could not consist, and on which they so depend as they become actors and players, as it were, of what nature will have set forth.
So doth the astronomer look upon the stars, and by that he seeth set down what order nature hath taken therein.
So doth the geometrician and arithmetician, in their diverse sorts of quantities.
So doth the musician, in times, tell you which by nature agree, which not.
The natural philosopher thereon hath his name; and the moral philosopher standeth upon the natural virtues, vices, or passions of man; and follow nature, saith he, therein, and thou shalt not err.
The lawyer saith what men have determined.
The historian, what men have done.
The grammarian speaketh only of the rules of speech; and the rhetorician and logician, considering what in nature will soonest prove and persuade, thereon give artificial rules, which still are compassed within the circle of a question, according to the proposed matter.
The physician weigheth the nature of man's body, and the nature of things helpful and hurtful unto it.
And the metaphysic, though it be in the second and abstract notions, and therefore be counted supernatural, yet doth he, indeed, build upon the depth of nature.
Only the poet, disdaining to be tied to any such subjection, lifted up with the vigour of his own invention, doth grow, in effect, into another nature; in making things either better than nature bringeth forth, or quite anew; forms such as never were in nature, as the heroes, demi-gods, Cyclops, chimeras, furies, and such like; so as he goeth hand in hand with Nature, not enclosed within the narrow warrant of her gifts, but freely ranging within the zodiac of his own wit.
Nature never set forth the earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done; neither with so pleasant rivers, fruitful trees, sweet-smelling flowers, nor whatsoever else may make the too-much-loved earth more lovely; her world is brazen, the poets only deliver a golden."

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17 april 2008


Futuro House,  designed 1968,  Science Museum London

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20 april 2008

Through bushes and through briars
I lately made my way
All for to hear the small birds sing
And the lambs to skip and play.

I overheard my own true love
Her voice it rang so clear
Long time have I been waiting for
The coming of my dear.

Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind
Sometimes I think I'll go to her
And tell to her my mind.

But if I should go to my love
My love she would say nay
If I showed to her my boldness
She'd ne'er love me again.

If I showed to her my boldness
She'd ne'er love me again.

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