September 29, 2004

Poetry Slam Presentation

Here is what I will be presenting tomorrow. It is just the opening of the story, I hope to kind of do it "Reading Rainbow" style and make the audience want to find out how it ends. I will tell them that the full text version is posted on my blog if they are interested....

“The Mask of the Red Death” by Edgar Allan Poe
Published 1838

The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were Incidents of half an hour.

But Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his crenellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts.

They resolved to leave means neither of ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death."

It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven -- an imperial suite, In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extant is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke's love of the "bizarre." The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor of which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue -- and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange -- the fifth with white -- the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes were scarlet -- a deep blood color. Now in no one of any of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro and depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly lit the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or back chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all. It was within this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony……

The Poetry Slam went over better than I thought it would. It was interesting to hear people's interpretations of the poems and short stories. It helped me to realize that there is no right or wrong, and that everyone interprets a work differently.

Two performances that really stayed with me are Erin's and "The Bells." I thought Erin did a great job, as well as "The Feminist Collective," Amanda, Tiffany, and Diana. Erin moved around a lot during her performance, and acted out the action verbs in her poem. In contrast, Amanda, Diana, and Tiffany stood completely still. But now that I look back, I like the stillness. I think three people moving around would be too confusing. I like to imagine a dark stage, and just a lone spotlight on whoever is speaking, the other two fading into the background. (Try that next time, ladies!) I think there stillness was very effective. I love the way they overlapped their voices, I think that was very creative.

I was very unsure about my performance. I had never acted out poetry before. I think next time I will chose a poem, it is easier to follow, so I think I would be able to look up at the class more and move around more. I was too worried about getting every word right, and I forgot to move around and vary my voice. Next time I will need to practice more! :) And I think it would help if I worked with a partner or a group.

Posted by Sarah Elwood at September 29, 2004 12:17 AM

Don't you just love the imagery here. Poe has a way with light and color. You are an art major, right? I am doing some pictures for my media productions class and they need to be in a series form--relating to one another, but not in succession.

I would like to do something Poe-esque. That is, dark and edgy. Any helpful hints, that I can use in my photos to get that edge? How do you see a Poe pic?

Posted by: Amanda at October 5, 2004 09:48 PM

Thanks for commenting on my blog, Sarah. Hope you visit again soon. :-)

Posted by: Amanda at October 9, 2004 11:06 AM
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