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Can Drugs Inspire Great Poems An Analysis of Coleridges quotKubla Khanquot
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Inspiration can be cruel, and artists often feel lost without it. And when it won't show up, which will happen, creative types turn to a myriad of restorative methods: running, isolation, reading, and, most infamously, drugs. But while drugs alter people's minds, do they actually lead to great art? Join us for a reading, summary, and analysis of the most famous drug induced poem of all time: Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Kubla Khan. • • Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. • In Xanadu did Kubla Khan • A stately pleasure-dome decree: • Where Alph, the sacred river, ran • Through caverns measureless to man • Down to a sunless sea. • So twice five miles of fertile ground • With walls and towers were girdled round; • And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, • Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; • And here were forests ancient as the hills, • Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. • But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted • Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! • A savage place! as holy and enchanted • As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted • By woman wailing for her demon-lover! • And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, • As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, • A mighty fountain momently was forced: • Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst • Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, • Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: • And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever • It flung up momently the sacred river. • Five miles meandering with a mazy motion • Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, • Then reached the caverns measureless to man, • And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean; • And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far • Ancestral voices prophesying war! • The shadow of the dome of pleasure • Floated midway on the waves; • Where was heard the mingled measure • From the fountain and the caves. • It was a miracle of rare device, • A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! • A damsel with a dulcimer • In a vision once I saw: • It was an Abyssinian maid • And on her dulcimer she played, • Singing of Mount Abora. • Could I revive within me • Her symphony and song, • To such a deep delight ’twould win me, • That with music loud and long, • I would build that dome in air, • That sunny dome! those caves of ice! • And all who heard should see them there, • And all should cry, Beware! Beware! • His flashing eyes, his floating hair! • Weave a circle round him thrice, • And close your eyes with holy dread • For he on honey-dew hath fed, • And drunk the milk of Paradise. • -1816 • • If you're looking to check out the more trippy, awesome Coleridge poems, Penguin has a fantastic collection of his works: • https://amzn.to/2wayeuj • My favorite notebooks: • https://fieldnotesbrand.com?aff=49 • Use code OXFORDCOMMA for 10% your order through the end of 2023! • Note: this book has my full endorsement which is why I'm pitching it here. Thus, if you buy this book through this link, I receive a small commission which will make my wallet happy, but my heart will be happier if you support used book stores and libraries...just saying.
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