Archinect

SCI-Arc (Steve Fuchs)

 

Archived

Apr '04 - Aug '07

 
  • anchor

    The Raven | A Young Man's Subversive Primer

    Steve Fuchs Feb 17 '06 5
    image

    I've been reading Neil Stephenson's "Diamond Age" and found this poem worth pondering. Maybe you will, too...

    THE RAVEN
    A CHRISTMAS TALE,
    TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS

    by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1798)

    Underneath an old oak tree

    There was of swine a huge company

    That grunted as they crunched the mast:

    For that was ripe, and fell full fast.

    Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high:

    One acorn they left, and no more might you spy.

    Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly:

    He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melancholy!

    Blacker was he than blackest jet,

    Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet.

    He picked up the acorn and buried it straight

    By the side of a river both deep and great.

    Where then did the Raven go?

    He went high and low,

    Over hill, over dale, did the black Raven go.

    Many Autumns, many Springs

    Travelled he with wandering wings:

    Many summers, many Winters-

    I can't tell half his adventures.

    At length he came back, and with him a She

    And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree.

    They built them a nest in the topmost bough,

    And young ones they had, and were happy enow.

    But soon came a Woodman in leathern guise,

    His brow, like a pent-house, hung over his eyes.

    He'd an axe in his hanth not a word he spoke,

    But with many a hem! and a sturdy stroke,

    At length he brought down the poor Raven's own oak.

    His young ones were killed; for they could not depart,

    And their mother did die of a broken heart.

    The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever;

    And they floated it down on the course of the river.

    They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip,

    And with this tree and others they made a good ship.

    The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land

    Such a storm there did rise as no ship would withstand.

    It bulged on a rock, and the waves rush'd in fast;

    Round and round flew the Raven, and cawed to the blast.

    He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls-

    See! see! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls!

    Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,

    And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,

    And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:

    They had taken his all, and REVENGE IT WAS SWEET!
     

     
    • 5 Comments

    • Appleseed
      Feb 17, 06 2:36 pm

      Good book.

      Steve FuchsSteve Fuchs
      Feb 17, 06 4:03 pm

      My journey through the primer today led me to the understanding that my surname is a character of subversion... Fuchs is German for Fox.

      Appleseed
      Feb 17, 06 10:58 pm

      Really? I always thought it meant something else.....

      Tectonic
      Mar 2, 06 1:28 am

      Thank you for the Live Lecture Series -- it absolutely refreshing not to have to drive all over the place to enjoy a good lecture; it's not the same as being there granted but it very refreshing and I enjoyed tonights lecture very much. Thank you.

      Steve FuchsSteve Fuchs
      Mar 2, 06 10:50 am

      I'll pass the thanks along to the entire group that is responsible. My involvement is just one component. I believe SCI-Arc is beginning a new growth phase in its continual embrace of architecture, research and collaboration within the larger design community.

      SCI-Arc | The Southern California Institute of...

      Architecture, Research and Collaboration.

      http://www.sciarc.org

    • Back to Entry List...
  • ×Search in:
 

Affiliated with:

Authored by:

Other blogs affiliated with Southern California Institute of Architecture (SCI-Arc):

Recent Entries


Please wait... loading
Please wait... loading