{"id":539,"date":"2020-09-03T21:33:05","date_gmt":"2020-09-04T02:33:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/?p=539"},"modified":"2024-03-31T07:53:48","modified_gmt":"2024-03-31T12:53:48","slug":"round-2-games-poetry-stephen-crane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/2020\/09\/03\/round-2-games-poetry-stephen-crane\/","title":{"rendered":"Round 2 - Games + Poetry: Stephen Crane"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/BY4kgL6Pxtw\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Here's another round of Mutant Mudds Deluxe.  The gimmick, as I explained in my last post, is that I read a poem by Stephen Crane every time my character Max meets his unfortunate end.  The poems in this stream are from <i>The Black Riders, and Other Lines<\/i>, which you can read on <a href=\"https:\/\/www.gutenberg.org\/ebooks\/40786\">Project Gutenberg here<\/a>.  Here are the specific poems that made it into the stream:<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XI<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">In a lonely place,<br \/>\nI encountered a sage<br \/>\nWho sat, all still,<br \/>\nRegarding a newspaper.<br \/>\nHe accosted me:<br \/>\n\"Sir, what is this?\"<br \/>\nThen I saw that I was greater,<br \/>\nAye, greater than this sage.<br \/>\nI answered him at once,<br \/>\n\"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.\"<br \/>\nThe sage looked upon me with admiration.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XII<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">\"and the sins of the fathers shall be<br \/>\nvisited upon the heads of the children,<br \/>\neven unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.\"<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">Well, then, I hate thee, unrighteous picture;<br \/>\nWicked image, I hate thee;<br \/>\nSo, strike with thy vengeance<br \/>\nThe heads of those little men<br \/>\nWho come blindly.<br \/>\nIt will be a brave thing.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XIII<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">If there is a witness to my little life,<br \/>\nTo my tiny throes and struggles,<br \/>\nHe sees a fool;<br \/>\nAnd it is not fine for gods to menace fools.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XIV<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">There was crimson clash of war.<br \/>\nLands turned black and bare;<br \/>\nWomen wept;<br \/>\nBabes ran, wondering.<br \/>\nThere came one who understood not these things.<br \/>\nHe said, \"Why is this?\"<br \/>\nWhereupon a million strove to answer him.<br \/>\nThere was such intricate clamor of tongues,<br \/>\nThat still the reason was not.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XV<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">\"Tell brave deeds of war.\"<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">Then they recounted tales:<br \/>\n\"There were stern stands<br \/>\nAnd bitter runs for glory.\"<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">Ah, I think there were braver deeds.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XVI<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">Charity, thou art a lie,<br \/>\nA toy of women,<br \/>\nA pleasure of certain men.<br \/>\nIn the presence of justice,<br \/>\nLo, the walls of the temple<br \/>\nAre visible<br \/>\nThrough thy form of sudden shadows.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XVII<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">There were many who went in huddled procession,<br \/>\nThey knew not whither;<br \/>\nBut, at any rate, success or calamity<br \/>\nWould attend all in equality.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">There was one who sought a new road.<br \/>\nHe went into direful thickets,<br \/>\nAnd ultimately he died thus, alone;<br \/>\nBut they said he had courage.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XVIII<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">In Heaven,<br \/>\nSome little blades of grass<br \/>\nStood before God.<br \/>\n\"What did you do?\"<br \/>\nThen all save one of the little blades<br \/>\nBegan eagerly to relate<br \/>\nThe merits of their lives.<br \/>\nThis one stayed a small way behind,<br \/>\nAshamed.<br \/>\nPresently, God said,<br \/>\n\"And what did you do?\"<br \/>\nThe little blade answered, \"Oh, my Lord,<br \/>\n\"Memory is bitter to me,<br \/>\nFor, if I did good deeds,<br \/>\nI know not of them.\"<br \/>\nThen God, in all His splendor,<br \/>\nArose from His throne.<br \/>\n\"Oh, best little blade of grass!\" He said.<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XIX<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">A god in wrath<br \/>\nWas beating a man;<br \/>\nHe cuffed him loudly<br \/>\nWith thunderous blows<br \/>\nThat rang and rolled over the earth.<br \/>\nAll people came running.<br \/>\nThe man screamed and struggled,<br \/>\nAnd bit madly at the feet of the god.<br \/>\nThe people cried,<br \/>\n\"Ah, what a wicked man!\"<br \/>\nAnd &mdash;<br \/>\n\"Ah, what a redoubtable god!\"<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XX<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">A learned man came to me once.<br \/>\nHe said, \"I know the way, &mdash;come.\"<br \/>\nAnd I was overjoyed at this.<br \/>\nTogether we hastened.<br \/>\nSoon, too soon, were we<br \/>\nWhere my eyes were useless,<br \/>\nAnd I knew not the ways of my feet<br \/>\nI clung to the hand of my friend;<br \/>\nBut at last he cried, \"I am lost.\"<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">XXI<\/p>\n<p class=\"quoted-stuff\">There was, before me,<br \/>\nMile upon mile<br \/>\nOf snow, ice, burning sand.<br \/>\nAnd yet I could look beyond all this,<br \/>\nTo a place of infinite beauty;<br \/>\nAnd I could see the loveliness of her<br \/>\nWho walked in the shade of the trees.<br \/>\nWhen I gazed,<br \/>\nAll was lost<br \/>\nBut this place of beauty and her.<br \/>\nWhen I gazed,<br \/>\nAnd in my gazing, desired,<br \/>\nThen came again<br \/>\nMile upon mile,<br \/>\nOf snow, ice, burning sand.<\/p>\n<p>To be continued!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here's another round of Mutant Mudds Deluxe. The gimmick, as I explained in my last post, is that I read a poem by Stephen Crane every time my character Max meets his unfortunate end. The poems in this stream are from The Black Riders, and Other Lines, which you can read on Project Gutenberg here. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/2020\/09\/03\/round-2-games-poetry-stephen-crane\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Round 2 - Games + Poetry: Stephen Crane<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[61],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/539"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=539"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":632,"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/539\/revisions\/632"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encyclopaedia-fortuita.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}