After that, I wrote a few dozen more, along with a hundred poems... after all, aren't lyrics poetry too?
Not exact matches
There was
poetry, journal entries, song
lyrics, short stories, proverbs, and things that just can't be categorized.
As Geoffrey Wainwright exclaims: «If the Western world is experiencing a crisis in
lyric poetry, liturgy, and theology, the simultaneity of these critical manifestations should
not be surprising.»
The lovely romantic duet «Kuch To Hua Hai (Something Has Happened)» has a huge heart to match the tune's heartbeat - pulsing bass line, which also serves to reinforce the darker undercurrent as the pair is
not actually besottedly prancing over each other; and for the title ballad, Advani's subtly bittersweet picturization is
not only one with Shankar - Ehsaan - Loy's simultaneously joyous and mournful melody (comparable with Michel Legrand's sweeping main theme to Jacques Demy's 1964 classic The Umbrellas of Cherbourg in its ability to effortlessly elicit warmth and pain all at once — especially as it recurs as an instrumental theme) but the profound
poetry of Javed Akhtar's deceptively simple
lyrics.
I would love for them to see and recognize
poetry everywhere in their lives, to talk about the poets they love and the ones they don't, to write songs and spit
lyrics and make chapbooks.
Some of these tunes have vocals but don't worry, as it's modern house music there's no off - putting intricate
poetry going on... sample
lyric: «The moon, the stars, the sun.
It's
not exactly Robert Ryman with found
lyrics, or Ad Reinhardt meets concrete
poetry but it's up that alley.
In my view, if the coal industry does
not proactively agree to, and indeed volunteer for, a prompt moratorium on the construction of new coal - fired power plants until carbon capture and storage are proven and viable, and included in commercial plants, we should get out the literature, the musical
lyrics, the
poetry, the ethical codes, and so forth and create a collection of material that brings to vivid life the «problems» (to put it mildly) that Shakespeare illuminates, as they will then apply to the coal industry.
So I can't give you my sense, at least, of the quality of her
poetry, other than from the
lyrics of Merchant's song, which display a precocious intelligence and a playfulness that augur well.