You might call Scarriet the Song and Poetry site.
We are restoring the beauty and the epigrammatic force of poetry by bringing to poetry all the virtues of song—while keeping poetry’s “integrity” as a “modern” product, which is not quite song.
The prose-and-speech experiments of modern poetry have our highest respect; the force of natural speech is vital to good poetry—although good poets understood this before modernism.
We fear modernism has gone too far in the other direction—away from all that used to make poetry poetry. Poetry can be poetry. Or poetry can be poetry.
By giving our readers a listen, by letting our readers hear the poems spoken and the songs sung (dare we use the word?) by our Scarriet editors, we think illumination and edification are possible.
The following are both a few minutes long. Click on them. Don’t be afraid.
The first is a poem, written by the Scarriet editors, called “Small High Cloud,” a poem which aspires to music.
The theme is the chaos of love and the wish to escape it. The ending metaphor is a “small high cloud.”
There is plenty of rude, complex, metaphoric, emotional, figurative speech in the poem, “Small High Cloud,” but all the more then does the poem, weighed down by its “rude speech,” struggle towards pure song as it reaches its close.
The first example, “Small High Cloud,” is talk which, in spite of its meaning, wants to be a song.
The second example is a song which longs, in spite of its music, to talk. But it fails to talk, as it ends with two notes, which “say” good bye.
The second link below is a song written (and recorded in a somewhat embarrassing, amateur fashion) by the Scarriet editors, “Go Away (I Will See You)”—which aspires to be a cloud in its conflicted longing.
