Comments on: William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

homunculus — Mon, 19 May 2008 11:30:07 -0800

The Life and Works of William Butler Yeats - Online Exhibition. [Via]

By: homunculus

homunculus — Mon, 19 May 2008 11:31:34 -0800

Previous post on Yeats.

By: taliaferro

taliaferro — Mon, 19 May 2008 12:28:44 -0800

Holy crap. Yeats meets Myst? The gyres! This looks like it will take some time to digest.

By: blindsam

blindsam — Mon, 19 May 2008 12:30:42 -0800

Wow that's quite a beautiful resource and looks like an amazing exhibition - have you seen it in person?

By: Abiezer

Abiezer — Mon, 19 May 2008 13:18:03 -0800

... You got the chance, William, the chance for your words, since courage and beauty had their flagpoles through your side. You acknowledged them in one way, but there is an excuse on your lips, the excuse that did not spoil your poetry, for every man has his excuse. -- from Sorley MacLean "At Yeats's Grave."

By: stbalbach

stbalbach — Mon, 19 May 2008 13:23:54 -0800

Very cool interface. I got a little confused in the twisty-passages, it would be even better with an overhead map showing your location and facing, but still a nice example of the potential of eco-tourism.

By: prefpara

prefpara — Mon, 19 May 2008 13:47:44 -0800

Yeats is amazing. It's a shame that the link in the previous thread appears to be broken. Some of my favorites: An Irish Airman foresees his Death The Song of Wandering Aengus Cuchulain Comforted

By: Lynsey

Lynsey — Mon, 19 May 2008 14:03:40 -0800

Wow. Awesomeness abounds! Thanks, homunculus!

By: languagehat

languagehat — Mon, 19 May 2008 14:10:55 -0800

It's a shame that the link in the previous thread appears to be broken. Screw the link, the thread is still one of the best things MetaFilter has produced.

By: Merwin

Merwin — Mon, 19 May 2008 17:52:19 -0800

Is it me, or is his voice just a bit too much?

By: languagehat

languagehat — Tue, 20 May 2008 05:39:36 -0800

That was a common way of reading/reciting poetry a century ago; poets were seen as bards, not workaday graduates of writing programs, and poems were a higher form of language, not just random thoughts chopped up into lines of varying length. Styles have changed, as they have in performance of classical music; if people today can't adapt to the cadences of a Yeats or Akhmatova or the portamento of the Flonzaley Quartet, it's their loss.