>> ^A10anis:

I got to 2.04 and had enough of the annoying distraction. I've said it before, and I will say it again; Am I the only one who is sick to death of music being added to everything? No matter what the subject, no matter how grave, thought provoking, or poignant, someone, somewhere, decides; "Hey, this music would go well with that." PLEASE STOP IT....


No, you're not the only one. I can't stand it either. It's making me hate our species.

Stewart Lee said it best, I think. To paraphrase: "No, I haven't read the latest Harry Potter book, because I'm a 46 year old man. I have, however, read the complete works of the poet and visionary William Blake, so fuck off!"

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

William Blake

Tyger (1794) by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Currently reading William Blake's poetry+graphic design, Songs of Innocence and of Experience:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songs_of_Innocence_and_of_Experience

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: . . . the bad artist seems to copy a great deal . . . the good one does copy a great deal.
-- William Blake, 1808