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[LittleJP]

Hello,

I'm a music student at university, which lends me several unique possibilities. One is easy access to skilled musicians and instruments. The other is being young enough and foolish enough to try to found  new style/genre of music.

BEHOLD! DWARFCORE!!!

Anyway, what I'm looking for is various short poems, writings, longer epics, ballads to set and compose. However, I would much prefer them to be about dwarf fortress and whatever stories we have.

I do ask that you give me full permission in regards with the text and the usage. I may use some of these for composition competitions, portfolio work, and the remote chance of commercial release of work.

What I do finish (written/recorded/etc.) would be made available to the authors, and I'll do my best to post some works here.

Let us found a "Dwarf-approved" musical style!

[Heron TSG]

A short poem for dwarves?
That would be haiku, of course.
What else could it be?

[LittleJP]

What I mean is poems about dwarf fortress, be it the beauty of a butterfly holding the door for a charging elephant, the chaotic roar of a well designed magma trap, and the story of how a mayor, elevated above his plebeian fellows got all high and mighty and wanted adamantine doors and was subsequently overthrown.

When I say short, I'm talking about 2-5 verses. Longer works in the length of the "Ancient Mariner" would be feasible, but the ending work would end up almost 30 minutes in length, if not more.

[Cthulhu]

Let me see if I can't throw something together.  I'll follow Barbarossa's precedent.

A newborn kitten
Bloom of life, starving dorf's meal
No Spring in Winter

[LittleJP]

Now, the custom is to credit the lyricist. Would you prefer to give me your real names/initials in PM, or remain anonymous? I could also use pen names.

[RedKing]

I'm going to try and start some linked verse, using Cthulhu's haiku.

No Spring in Winter
Caravan has passed us by
The gate was still closed

[Owlbread]

My terribly written Gaelic poem about Dwarves:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

O ho ri o
mo throichean mhoir,
bha sibh cho gaisgeil
anns a' chomhrag thorr

Chan eil mi gach tuigsinn
carson nach robh
sibh ag iarraidh
an mogan caoireach

Amaideach, fearailach,
faoin ach mor,
bith sibh a' dol
dhan neamh or.

Here's the English translation (very rough):

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"O ho ri o,
my great Dwarves,
you were so heroic
in the battle of the tower.

I do not understand
why you sought
the blazing sock.

Foolish, manful,
childish but great,
you will go
to the golden afterlife."

[MaximumZero]

I'm going to try and start some linked verse, using Cthulhu's haiku.

No Spring in Winter
Caravan has passed us by
The gate was still closed

The gate was still closed
To prevent the Doom of us
From curs`ed goblins
(Cursed is two syllables, villain style. Didn't know how to notate that.)

[RedKing]

I'm going to try and start some linked verse, using Cthulhu's haiku.

No Spring in Winter
Caravan has passed us by
The gate was still closed

The gate was still closed
To prevent the Doom of us
From curs`ed goblins
(Cursed is two syllables, villain style. Didn't know how to notate that.)

I think in Shakespearean works, they denote that sort of thing as curs-ed, to show the stress on the second syllable (or that there *is* a second syllable).

From curs-ed goblins
Come many iron ingots
Cleansed in sweet magma

[MaximumZero]

Aha. I see. I initially had it written (typed?) in that manner, but it looked wrong.

Anyway...I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Cleansed in sweet MAGMA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Cthulhu]

Poetry marks normally silent vowels with a grave

[RedKing]

Aha. I see. I initially had it written (typed?) in that manner, but it looked wrong.

Anyway...I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Cleansed in sweet MAGMA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
For we have dug too deeply
A balrog is come

[LittleJP]

Aha. I see. I initially had it written (typed?) in that manner, but it looked wrong.

Anyway...I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Cleansed in sweet MAGMA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Some soprano is just going to LOVE this.
Keep em coming! I'm enjoying the practice of setting text.

[MaximumZero]

I'm really surprised that RedKing didn't follow that up with:

Come from the land of
ice and snow from the midnight
sun where hot springs flow."

[RedKing]

I'm really surprised that RedKing didn't follow that up with:

Come from the land of
ice and snow from the midnight
sun where hot springs flow."

At first I was going to say it wouldn't fit a haiku form. But you actually did. You magnificant bastard. (said to both MZ and Robert Plant)