- published: 05 Jan 2012
- views: 17684
58:42
W. H. Auden - Tell Me The Truth About Love (documentary)
Documentary film looking at the poetry of W H Auden, revealing how it came not just from i...
published: 05 Jan 2012
W. H. Auden - Tell Me The Truth About Love (documentary)
Documentary film looking at the poetry of W H Auden, revealing how it came not just from inspiration but from a rigorous scientific analysis of love itself. When he died in 1973, he left behind some of the greatest love poems of the 20th century. Most of his unpublished material was destroyed, apart from two short journals and a series of jottings, containing diagrams and notes about the nature of love.
Produced and Directed by Susanna White.
- published: 05 Jan 2012
- views: 17684
44:39
22. W. H. Auden
Modern Poetry (ENGL 310) with Langdon Hammer
This lecture presents the early poetry of W....
published: 06 Dec 2012
22. W. H. Auden
Modern Poetry (ENGL 310) with Langdon Hammer
This lecture presents the early poetry of W.H. Auden. In "From the Very First Coming Down," Auden's relationship to the reader is considered, as well as the role of economy, truth, and morality in his poetics. The political Auden is examined in "Spain" and "September 1, 1939," along with his later practice of revising controversial poems. Finally, his interest in traditional forms, his vision of love, and his characteristic perspectivism, are explored in "This Lunar Beauty" and "As I Walked Out One Evening."
00:00 - Chapter 1. Introduction: Wystan Hugh Auden
04:57 - Chapter 2. The Early W. H. Auden
12:08 - Chapter 3. W. H. Auden Poem: "From the Very First Coming Down"
20:39 - Chapter 4. W. H. Auden Poem: "Spain"
24:09 - Chapter 5. W. H. Auden Poem: "September 1, 1939"
30:58 - Chapter 6. W. H. Auden Poems: "This Lunar Beauty" and "Lullaby"
36:31 - Chapter 7. W. H. Auden Poem: "As I Walked Out One Evening"
Complete course materials are available at the Open Yale Courses website: http://oyc.yale.edu
This course was recorded in Spring 2007.
- published: 06 Dec 2012
- views: 577
9:57
The Addictions of Sin: W. H. Auden in His Own Words (1/6)
To commemorate the centenary of the birth of one of Britain's most influential and best-lo...
published: 18 Oct 2009
The Addictions of Sin: W. H. Auden in His Own Words (1/6)
To commemorate the centenary of the birth of one of Britain's most influential and best-loved poets, this film combines dramatisations of telling events in the life of WH Auden with interviews from the TV and radio archives and extracts from Auden's poetry, notebooks, letters and journals.
- published: 18 Oct 2009
- views: 18936
58:10
The Addictions of Sin: W.H. Auden in His Own Words
To commemorate the centenary of the birth of one of Britain's most influential and best-lo...
published: 06 Jan 2013
The Addictions of Sin: W.H. Auden in His Own Words
To commemorate the centenary of the birth of one of Britain's most influential and best-loved poets, this film combines dramatizations of telling events in the life of W.H. Auden with interviews from the TV and radio archives and extracts from Auden's poetry, notebooks, letters and journals.
- published: 06 Jan 2013
- views: 822
3:31
"1st September 1939" by W.H. Auden (poetry)
On this day Hitler invaded Poland and WWII broke out. Thucydides was an honest historian,...
published: 29 Dec 2008
"1st September 1939" by W.H. Auden (poetry)
On this day Hitler invaded Poland and WWII broke out. Thucydides was an honest historian, the originator of Political Realism which observes that the relationship between countries is based on strength and not which is in the right. His work is still studied in military academies.
- published: 29 Dec 2008
- views: 50893
3:42
Wystan Hugh Auden reads 'The Shield of Achilles' (1953)
W.H. Auden reads his comment on totalitarian society, published and written in 1953. I hop...
published: 08 Dec 2009
Wystan Hugh Auden reads 'The Shield of Achilles' (1953)
W.H. Auden reads his comment on totalitarian society, published and written in 1953. I hope you enjoy the video, and please feel free to leave a comment. I do not own any rights to the recording.
- published: 08 Dec 2009
- views: 11991
1:42
Four Weddings and a Funeral - "Funeral Blues"
John Hannah, playing Matthew, reads WH Auden's poem "Funeral Blues." The poem was first pu...
published: 22 May 2008
Four Weddings and a Funeral - "Funeral Blues"
John Hannah, playing Matthew, reads WH Auden's poem "Funeral Blues." The poem was first published by Auden in 1936 and became famous after it was featured in this film.
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(No copyright infringement intended. I do not own the content of this video and make no money from it.)
Funeral Blues
WH Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- published: 22 May 2008
- views: 679874
2:22
"As I Walked Out one Evening" by W. H. Auden (poetry reading)
Peter Szewczyk made this reading into a film - here it is on video http://vimeo.com/252874...
published: 30 Jan 2009
"As I Walked Out one Evening" by W. H. Auden (poetry reading)
Peter Szewczyk made this reading into a film - here it is on video http://vimeo.com/25287438
Auden wrote this poem in 1937, when he was 30.
"Lily White Boys" come form a song "Green Grow the Rushes, O" (not the one by Rabbie Burns). Ben Jonson makes reference to "roaring boys" and so does Tom O' Bedlam's song.
I couldn't find a picture of Bristol Street, Birmingham, but trams would have been running then. The photograph was taken by D J Norton in about 1950 of a street nearby.
- published: 30 Jan 2009
- views: 58880
1:05
Hitchens '07: Quotes W.H. Auden
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published: 17 Apr 2012
Hitchens '07: Quotes W.H. Auden
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Mon., June 4th, 2007 7:00 PM. Los Angeles. Christopher Hitchens in conversation with Tim Rutten, Los Angeles Times columnist, about "God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything"
http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2011/12/In-Memoriam-Christopher-Hitchens-19492011 Vanity Fair In Memoriam: Christopher Hitchens, 1949--2011, by Juli Weiner, Dec 15th 2011. Christopher Hitchens—the incomparable critic, masterful rhetorician, fiery wit, and fearless bon vivant—died today at the age of 62. Hitchens was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer in the spring of 2010, just after the publication of his memoir, Hitch-22, and began chemotherapy soon after. "My chief consolation in this year of living dyingly has been the presence of friends," he wrote in the June 2011 issue. He died in their presence, too, at the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas. May his 62 years of living, well, so livingly console the many of us who will miss him dearly
Christopher Eric Hitchens (born 13 April 1949) is an Anglo-American author and journalist whose books, essays, and journalistic career span more than four decades. He has been a columnist and literary critic at The Atlantic, Vanity Fair, Slate, World Affairs, The Nation, Free Inquiry, and became a media fellow at the Hoover Institution in September 2008. He is a staple of talk shows and lecture circuits and in 2005 was voted the world's fifth top public intellectual in a Prospect/Foreign Policy poll.
Hitchens is known for his admiration of George Orwell, Thomas Paine, and Thomas Jefferson and for his excoriating critiques of, among others, Mother Teresa, Bill and Hillary Clinton, and Henry Kissinger. His confrontational style of debate has made him both a lauded and controversial figure. As a political observer, polemicist and self-defined radical, he rose to prominence as a fixture of the left-wing publications in his native Britain and in the United States. His departure from the established political left began in 1989 after what he called the "tepid reaction" of the Western left following Ayatollah Khomeini's issue of a fatwa- calling for the murder of Salman Rushdie. The 11 September 2001 attacks strengthened his internationalist embrace of an interventionist foreign policy, and his vociferous criticism of what he called "fascism with an Islamic face." His numerous editorials in support of the Iraq War caused some to label him a neoconservative, although Hitchens insists he is not "a conservative of any kind."
Identified as a champion of the "New Atheism" movement, Hitchens describes himself as an antitheist and a believer in the philosophical values of the Enlightenment. Hitchens says that a person "could be an atheist and wish that belief in god were correct," but that "an antitheist, a term I'm trying to get into circulation, is someone who is relieved that there's no evidence for such an assertion." He argues that the concept of god or a supreme being is a totalitarian belief that destroys individual freedom, and that free expression and scientific discovery should replace religion as a means of teaching ethics and defining human civilization. He wrote at length on atheism and the nature of religion in his 2007 book God Is Not Great.
Though Hitchens retained his British citizenship, he became a United States citizen on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial on 13 April 2007, his 58th birthday. Asteroid 57901 is named after him. His memoir, Hitch-22, was published in June 2010. Touring for the book was cut short later the same month so that he could begin treatment for newly diagnosed oesophageal cancer.
- published: 17 Apr 2012
- views: 1500
2:48
"This is the night mail" - WH Auden
In the documentary "Night Mail" (1936), John Grierson narrates the opening scene with WH A...
published: 15 Jun 2008
"This is the night mail" - WH Auden
In the documentary "Night Mail" (1936), John Grierson narrates the opening scene with WH Auden's poem of the same name, "Night Mail." Auden wrote the poem specifically for the film.
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(No copyright infringment intended. I don't own the content of this video and make no money from it.)
To make the poem's rhythm better sound like a chugging train, Auden's text was slightly altered for the film. Its original version is provided here. This is one of my very favorite poems. I teared up the first time I heard it.
Night Mail
WH Auden
This is the Night Mail crossing the border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner and the girl next door.
Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb --
The gradient's against her, but she's on time.
Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,
Snorting noisily as she passes
Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.
Birds turn their heads as she approaches,
Stare from the bushes at her black-faced coaches.
Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course;
They slumber on with paws across.
In the farm she passes no one wakes,
But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes.
Dawn freshens, the climb is done.
Down towards Glasgow she descends
Towards the steam tugs yelping down the glade of cranes,
Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.
All Scotland waits for her:
In the dark glens, beside the pale-green lochs
Men long for news.
Letters of thanks, letters from banks,
Letters of joy from girl and boy,
Receipted bills and invitations
To inspect new stock or visit relations,
And applications for situations
And timid lovers' declarations
And gossip, gossip from all the nations,
News circumstantial, news financial,
Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in,
Letters with faces scrawled in the margin,
Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts,
Letters to Scotland from the South of France,
Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
Notes from overseas to Hebrides --
Written on paper of every hue,
The pink, the violet, the white and the blue,
The chatty, the catty, the boring, adoring,
The cold and official and the heart outpouring,
Clever, stupid, short and long,
The typed and printed and the spelt all wrong.
Thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of terrifying monsters,
Or of friendly tea beside the band at Cranston's or Crawford's:
Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh,
Asleep in granite Aberdeen,
They continue their dreams,
And shall wake soon and long for letters,
And none will hear the postman's knock
Without a quickening of the heart,
For who can hear and feel himself forgotten?
- published: 15 Jun 2008
- views: 119512
1:32
W. H. Auden - Musee Des Beaux Arts
W. H. Auden reads his poem Musee Des Beaux Arts
Musee Des Beaux Arts
by W. H. Auden (1...
published: 09 Oct 2011
W. H. Auden - Musee Des Beaux Arts
W. H. Auden reads his poem Musee Des Beaux Arts
Musee Des Beaux Arts
by W. H. Auden (1907-1973)
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
- published: 09 Oct 2011
- views: 4201
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Funeral Blues - W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone...
published: 10 Jul 2008
author: blocsdelletres
Funeral Blues - W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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Versió catalana: Salvador Oliva
Pareu tots els rellotges, desconnecteu tots els telèfons,
doneu al gos, perquè no bordi, l’os més suculent,
silencieu els pianos, i amb timbals amortits
emporteu-vos el fèretre, i que entrin els amics.
Que els avions gemeguin fent cercles dalt del cel
escrivint-hi el missatge: el meu amic ha mort;
poseu senyals de dol al coll blanc dels coloms,
i que els guardes es posin els guants negres de cotó.
Per mi, ell era el nord, el sud, l’est i l’oest,
el treball setmanal i el descans de diumenge,
migdia i mitjanit, paraules i cançons.
Jo em creia que l’amor podia durar sempre: anava errat.
No vull estrelles, ara; feu-me negra la nit,
enretireu la lluna, desarboreu el sol,
buideu el mar, desforesteu els boscos,
perquè ja res pot dur-me res de bo.
1:00
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Poem "Funeral blues" written by W.H. Auden.
Me reciting.
Stop all the clocks, cut off th...
published: 21 Nov 2011
author: Grigoryev Gleb
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Poem "Funeral blues" written by W.H. Auden.
Me reciting.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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BBC4 " W.H. Auden "
shot this in a disused Mansion. To smoke the room up we just pulled a log off the fire and...
published: 21 Jan 2010
author: Clive Norman - Banana Park
BBC4 " W.H. Auden "
shot this in a disused Mansion. To smoke the room up we just pulled a log off the fire and left it in the middle of the room.
Youtube results:
1:22
"Funeral Blues" by W.H Auden (poetry reading)
There's a video using this reading on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Veoxcceo0Ro
...
published: 16 Aug 2009
"Funeral Blues" by W.H Auden (poetry reading)
There's a video using this reading on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Veoxcceo0Ro
The poem was not written about the death of a real person. None of Auden's lovers would fit chronologically. It's one of Twelve Songs. There was a previous five stanza version, part of "The Ascent of F6" which is still copyright.
This version was written as a cabaret song for the soprano Hedli Anderson to music by Benjamin Britten. The speaker is a woman. Like the rest of the twelve songs it was satire, not pathos.
The poem was used in Four Weddings and a Funeral which gave it public appeal and a significance that wasn't intended.
The funeral procession with the brass band is from Goderich, Ontario, from 1913 when five unknown sailors were buried. I doubt if they were actually playing a Blues.
- published: 16 Aug 2009
- views: 76382
1:32
W. H. Auden - Moon Landing
W. H. Auden reads stanzas 1, 2, 8, 9 and 10 of his poem Moon Landing
Moon Landing
by W...
published: 11 May 2012
W. H. Auden - Moon Landing
W. H. Auden reads stanzas 1, 2, 8, 9 and 10 of his poem Moon Landing
Moon Landing
by W. H. Auden (1907-1973)
It's natural the Boys should whoop it up for
so huge a phallic triumph, an adventure
it would not have occurred to women
to think worth while, made possible only
because we like huddling in gangs and knowing
the exact time: yes, our sex may in fairness
hurrah the deed, although the motives
that primed it were somewhat less than menschlich.
A grand gesture. But what does it period?
What does it osse? We were always adroiter
with objects than lives, and more facile
at courage than kindness: from the moment
the first flint was flaked this landing was merely
a matter of time. But our selves, like Adam's,
still don't fit us exactly, modern
only in this - our lack of decorum.
Homer's heroes were certainly no braver
than our Trio, but more fortunate: Hector
was excused the insult of having
his valor covered by television.
Worth going to see? I can well believe it.
Worth seeing? Mneh! I once rode through a desert
and was not charmed: give me a watered
lively garden, remote from blatherers
about the New, the von Brauns and their ilk, where
on August mornings I can count the morning
glories where to die has a meaning,
and no engine can shift my perspective.
Unsmudged, thank God, my Moon still queens the Heavens
as She ebbs and fulls, a Presence to glop at,
Her Old Man, made of grit not protein,
still visits my Austrian several
with His old detachment, and the old warnings
still have power to scare me: Hubris comes to
an ugly finish, Irreverence
is a greater oaf than Superstition.
Our apparatniks will continue making
the usual squalid mess called History:
all we can pray for is that artists,
chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it.
1969
- published: 11 May 2012
- views: 917
1:21
Funeral Blues "Stop all the clocks" by WH Auden (Spoken)
Poetry reading of W.H. Auden's Funeral Blues
Credit for the audio - SpokenVerse
http://ww...
published: 11 Nov 2010
Funeral Blues "Stop all the clocks" by WH Auden (Spoken)
Poetry reading of W.H. Auden's Funeral Blues
Credit for the audio - SpokenVerse
http://www.youtube.com/user/SpokenVerse/
Original Reading - SpokenVerse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cc0ep0lXhVQ&feature;=plcp&context;=C49ec4c7VDvjVQa1PpcFPJHVO4y7zT-ai9JoG2e9tKm5QqHOCL6CE%3D
Credit for all photos used goes to the great people at deviant art and Google images.
This is my first ever video, it was created for an assignment in my Comp II class at Saint Petersburg College, for Prof. A. Nappi.
I decided to create a new version of this video/reading because I couldn't find anything that seemed somber enough. This is part of my Power Point presentation for class.
I thought it turned out pretty good, so I figured I'd share it; not bad for a first attempt at making a video... I used Windows Live Movie Maker for this project.
Let me know what you think.
Thanks.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
More info on the poem/song: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Funeral_Blues
More info on Auden: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._H._Auden (This Wiki is maintained by the Auden Society)
The poem was not written about the death of a real person. None of Auden's lovers would fit chronologically. It's one of Twelve Songs. There was a previous five stanza version, part of "The Ascent of F6" which is still copyright.
This version was written as a cabaret song for the soprano Hedli Anderson to music by Benjamin Britten. The speaker is a woman. Like the rest of the twelve songs it was satire, not pathos.
The poem was used in the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral which gave it public appeal and a significance that wasn't intended.
- published: 11 Nov 2010
- views: 14503
1:24
"If I Could Tell You" by W.H. Auden (poetry reading)
This poem was published and probably written in 1940, when the future and the consequences...
published: 01 Oct 2009
"If I Could Tell You" by W.H. Auden (poetry reading)
This poem was published and probably written in 1940, when the future and the consequences of actions were most unpredictable.
The picture is of Auden with Christopher Isherwood at about the same time as he wrote this poem.
"Time Unveiling Truth" was painted by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo in about 1745
- published: 01 Oct 2009
- views: 46878