Just because I am not a fan of the love-claptrap around here, does not mean I'm not a fan of the Romantics...I love the spirit of the Romantics, but I also appreciate the freedom of the Modernists. Although sometimes, reading Modernist poetry is just too depressing.
Basically, my poetic ethos is:
Don't slum, be too glum or such your thumb.
Translation, if you please...
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Eh, that should be 'suck your thumb', not 'such you thumb'. 'Such your thumb', while nice and pleasant, doesn't make much sense. So, once again, that's 'suck your thumb'...'suck'.
Here's the whole ethos, once more for good measure:
Don't slum, be too glum or such your thumb.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
I certainly didn't put 'such your thumb again at the bottom of your post', but I see that I did repeat my previous mistake. Therefore, to clear this whole sorry matter up once and for all, here is my poetic ethos without any mistakes:
Don't slum, be too glum or such your thumb
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
I don't have a problem, but I'd be happy to make one for you if you don't adhere to my god-damn ethos!
Here it is again - sans erreurs - for those who missed it:
Don't slum, be too glum or such your thumb.
The circle is closed.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
That's exactly what I said! "Don't slum, be too glum or such your thumb".
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
What are you talking about? Why would I type 'such your thumb'? It doesn't even make sense!
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Gender: Male Location: ...cause I'm right here yo!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Ya Krunk'd, have you ever thought of becoming a pro fisherman??? I've never had such luck with my bait, what is your secret I should like to know....and will it work on fine hot women? My line seems to fail me at the most inopportune moments.
Gender: Male Location: ...cause I'm right here yo!!
WHY?
So why the thread? Other than to post poems I feel are emotionally beguiling, witty, and just overall good. I had hoped with a mote of a chance that it would inspire our would be poets...to better themselves when seeing other's work.
I say again, there is no one single rule to how a poem should or shouldn't be written, but and I say this without wincing at the thought, one must at least write not because you think it's good but because it is and should be good.
The words should flow without it being inundated with hard stops, broken lines of randomness, the theme overall completes the verbal painting. And, more importantly...less is sometimes better. Long poems and I really mean long poems are great for epics, (read Homer's Iliad). But to convey lost love, hopes, dreams, death, sadness, blah blah. Anything more than 16 lines, 20 is pushing it, is redundant.
Lines with 3 or 4 words does not make a thought. Unless it's the theme throughout you are conveying...e.g.
Hard as stone.
A dying tree.
A river lone.
And I with thee.
Useless babble I've writ...and an example is all. But what is the signifance of a hard stone and a dying tree to me being with you? Don't know. IT'S AN EXAMPLE FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD!!! sheesh
Here's a passage I'm going to use to help one who I feel is on the cusp to greatness if she so desired. Sorry Cold, but the spotlight is on you.
Smoke
I breathe in the smoke,
The noxious fumes filling my nostrils,
With a rank, despicable odour,
Making my lungs burn,
And coughing, I try to expel,
The horrid smoke from my lungs,
KMC Community Forums
Sep 10th, 2005 05:53 AM
I think someone has a problem... 
