Showing posts with label creative response. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative response. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2012

Creative Response: Cosmic Love


Original song: "Cosmic Love" by Florence and the Machine

Creative Response: "The Light They So Despise (Cosmic Love)" by Quina

Commentary: I did a rough draft recording of this piece as spoken word mixed with a remix of "Cosmic Love" on my computer, but I don't know how to upload it on here. Oh well. 

The purpose of this creative response wasn't so much to challenge what the original song's lyrics are communicating. Instead, I took the themes of light/darkness, vision/eyes, the heart, and living to contrast the blinding, deadening effect of the heart's depravity with the coming of the Light and the Life, Christ. From Him the majority of humanity hid, and hides, because of the darkness of our own hearts, the evil of our deeds. We even go so far as to demand further proof for the existence of God and the deity of Jesus. But this is like asking for proof that the sun is out when it is midday. Christ rightly said, “the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed.” (John 3:19-20). The prayer of my poem is that God, who alone can shine “in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ” (2Corinthians 4:6), would so shine in the dark shadows of unbelieving hearts.




"Cosmic Love"
by Florence and the Machine

A falling star fell from your heartAnd landed in my eyesI screamed aloud, as it tore through themAnd now it's left me blind
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown outYou left me in the darkNo dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilightIn the shadow of your heart
And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeatI tried to find the soundBut then it stopped and I was in the darknessSo darkness I became
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown outYou left me in the darkNo dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilightIn the shadow of your heart
I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a mapAnd knew that somehow I could find my way backThen I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness tooSo I stayed in the darkness with you
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown outYou left me in the darkNo dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilightIn the shadow of your heart
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown outYou left me in the darkNo dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilightIn the shadow of your heart


"The Light They So Despise (Cosmic Love)" 
by Quina


Prove the sun is out?
Need you such obvious testimony?
When it is shining in all its beauty?
Do you not see golden beams?
Shadows cast by trees?
Do you not feel the heat?
How do you believe you are living, breathing?
As it were, we
            have eyes, but do not see
            ears, but cannot hear
            lungs, but cannot breathe
            we dwell in the shadow
            of our cold hearts, dark
            alive, but not living
            alive, but not living

He needs no proof, the light
but humbly He set upon this twilight
and it tried, with violent screams,
but could not overcome
His cosmic love, bright beams
when He rose, rose in three
glorious, undeniably bright beams

Oh, rise in their hearts
that they might
step into the light they so despise,
the light they so despise

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Creative Response: Eve

Original Poem: EVE by Dorothy Livesay
Creative Response: Poison Apples by Monica Zeigler
You can find Monica's commentary on her poem ---> here.

'EVE' 
By: Dorothy Livesay

Eve


Beside the highway
at the motel door
              its roots
the last survivor of a pioneer
                 orchard
miraculously      still
                bearing

A thud another apple falls
               I stop     and O
that scent, gnarled, ciderish
                with sun in
that woody pulp
                 for teeth and tongue
                 to bite and curl around
that spurting juice
                earth-sweet!

In fifty seconds, fifty summers sweep
              and shake me-
I am alive!      can stand
                up still
hoarding this apple in my hand.

Poison Apples 
by Monica Ziegler

As you rush to reclaim
Everything you think
Is yours
Do you spill
With joy
Or are you hungry for more?
Are you sure your prize will keep you
Alive?
Is there something you do not know,
Feigning eyes?
About the fruit that grows grows
Sick
Deep
Out of your soul into hoarding palms?
And what if all the
Laws carved rough
In a slab of stone,
Were not to strike you,
Not to Leave you empty
scratched out and erased;
  
Oh no but instead to reveal
the richest of tastes?
you  will
Fall short.
You have;
Look at the scars on your knees and
Know more will come.
But friend,
To swallow
A healing cup filled with Grace-
Bought by a Lover’s clean blood
Purchased to clean you up ;
Oh------- the taste!
Enough to drop the poison apple,
Touching your lips.
Keep your Free hands open.
Let go to live let it go to
Live.