HarryHoskins
01-09-2012, 01:55 AM
Whilst reading Hermann Hesse's novel Steppenwolf (1927), I was rather surprised to come across an early instance of a one-sided rap battle. So astounded was I that I do declare my eyebrows and jaw sought to further their distance and I instantly thought, 'Hmmm, there's a thread in there somewhere.'
The idea is three-fold.
The first -- find poetry and prose that could, with a little imagination, be classed as rap. The second -- re-arrange the prose into poetical form, or mix the poetry/prose with rap lyrics either well known or your own, or simply suggest a tune that would well compliment the poetry/prose as a block rocking or funkadelic bass-beat. The third -- to chat about prose, poetry and rap.
Get the idea? Good. :)
So, without further ado, up for discussion and mash-up is Mozart [via Hermann Hesse] giving Harry Haller something to think about.
Hey, my young man, you are biting your tongue, man, with a gripe in your lung, man? You think of your readers, those carrion-feeders, and all your typesetters, those wretched abetters, and sabre-whetters. You dragon, you make me laugh till I shake me and burst the stitches of my britches. O heart of a gull, with printer's ink dull, and soul sorrow-full. A candle I'll leave you, if that'll relieve you. Betittled, betattled, spectacled and shackled, and pitifully snagged and by the tail wagged, with shilly and shally no more shall you dally. For the devil, I pray, will bear you away and slice you and splice you till that shall suffice you for your writings and rotten plagiarizings ill-gotten.
Over to you ... :)
EDT -- when I say over to you, I mean the above quote is unmashed and in need of mashing.
The idea is three-fold.
The first -- find poetry and prose that could, with a little imagination, be classed as rap. The second -- re-arrange the prose into poetical form, or mix the poetry/prose with rap lyrics either well known or your own, or simply suggest a tune that would well compliment the poetry/prose as a block rocking or funkadelic bass-beat. The third -- to chat about prose, poetry and rap.
Get the idea? Good. :)
So, without further ado, up for discussion and mash-up is Mozart [via Hermann Hesse] giving Harry Haller something to think about.
Hey, my young man, you are biting your tongue, man, with a gripe in your lung, man? You think of your readers, those carrion-feeders, and all your typesetters, those wretched abetters, and sabre-whetters. You dragon, you make me laugh till I shake me and burst the stitches of my britches. O heart of a gull, with printer's ink dull, and soul sorrow-full. A candle I'll leave you, if that'll relieve you. Betittled, betattled, spectacled and shackled, and pitifully snagged and by the tail wagged, with shilly and shally no more shall you dally. For the devil, I pray, will bear you away and slice you and splice you till that shall suffice you for your writings and rotten plagiarizings ill-gotten.
Over to you ... :)
EDT -- when I say over to you, I mean the above quote is unmashed and in need of mashing.