Made perfect sense.
People learn by trying. No one's great at first. It's just like everything -- it takes a lot of work and practice to first find a style you enjoy, and then more to learn techniques and perfect it.
It's the same with art. When I look at stuff I did a few years ago compared to now....there is no comparison, I've improved that much. I've found my style, and I work at it every chance I get.
Everything's like this.
Originally posted by LanaFortune favours you young lady to have seen the shed of light within that rambling to be honest. But you do speak truly.
Made perfect sense.People learn by trying. No one's great at first. It's just like everything -- it takes a lot of work and practice to first find a style you enjoy, and then more to learn techniques and perfect it.
It's the same with art. When I look at stuff I did a few years ago compared to now....there is no comparison, I've improved that much. I've found my style, and I work at it every chance I get.
Everything's like this.
That's nice, Nun...But I said it a little more concisely a page or so before.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
...And then are told, "Wow! You're amazing! I think you should be published!", do you think that the person who receives such an accolade will feel the need to drastically get some originality, or will carry on plodding?
Trumpet blown.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooYes...but the more ambiguous I am, the more they (the poets) will begin to see that shaft of light that beams down upon them like thundah from down undah...metaphorically speaking that is.
That's nice, Nun...But I said it a little more concisely a page or so before.Trumpet blown.
NunYah, I seriously hope our 'poets' read what you've written and take it in, you're right... we learn from our mistakes, we cannot make judgements on ourselves and others without experience and encouragement. I completely agree that although a 'Wow! Awesome!' is all very nice and ego boosting, it's not exactly 'constructive' and in no way beneficial to those who wish to enhance their ability.
Please, poets, heed these words, learn from those who have slightly more experience and don't take things so damn seriously when a comment is perhaps not so positive. Sensitivity is a wonderful trait, but used appropriately.
Originally posted by SyrenYou do me honour Oh-She.....oh, nvm. I'm at a loss for words. And while I would love nothing more than to review, it does take an enormous amount of your day. As I do the same at another site. So I'll keep to those I've posted in. And see their progress.
NunYah, I seriously hope our 'poets' read what you've written and take it in, you're right... we learn from our mistakes, we cannot make judgements on ourselves and others without experience and encouragement. I completely agree that although a 'Wow! Awesome!' is all very nice and ego boosting, it's not exactly 'constructive' and in no way beneficial to those who wish to enhance their ability.Please, poets, heed these words, learn from those who have slightly more experience and don't take things so damn seriously when a comment is perhaps not so positive. Sensitivity is a wonderful trait, but used appropriately.
Who knows, if I can help but one poet on the road to ambiguity, then I've done my job well.
Y'gotta love poetry!
Originally posted by NunYahBidness
Yes...but the more ambiguous I am, the more they (the poets) will begin to see that shaft of light that beams down upon them like thundah from down undah...metaphorically speaking that is.
Aha! I see the salvation in your ways, but I feel your patience will be severely tested. Good luck.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Aha! I see the salvation in your ways, but I feel your patience will be severely tested. Good luck.
Originally posted by Syren
NunYah, I seriously hope our 'poets' read what you've written and take it in, you're right... we learn from our mistakes, we cannot make judgements on ourselves and others without experience and encouragement. I completely agree that although a 'Wow! Awesome!' is all very nice and ego boosting, it's not exactly 'constructive' and in no way beneficial to those who wish to enhance their ability.Please, poets, heed these words, learn from those who have slightly more experience and don't take things so damn seriously when a comment is perhaps not so positive. Sensitivity is a wonderful trait, but used appropriately.
Please be advised, that I will no longer review any more pieces in this lovely forum but for one. Ya Krunk'd...tis true and sad, an undertaking that not even God would deem worthy. Having said that, I feel most of you that do post your work are not unlike mouldy bread. If you take the pieces out that you do not wish to eat, what have you left?
The metaphor stands for those that can glean from it the hidden meaning. I only did what I did not out of spite for those that felt the sting of NunYah, but that is my way...albeit abrasive, but not spiteful. My sense of humour is my own and so it is that I must share with you poor unfortunate hapless souls. Life's too short for anyting else really.
But of late, it appears my replies are unwelcome and is likened to having salt rubbed on an open festering wound. But I must say this: For those that have said to me that poetry is not a career to be considered, so be it. But the pride for any artist either with words or paint is the ability to see what they lack and improve on it. He who travels on the road to mediocrity finds himself forever a repugnant site when facing the mirror. Art, for its sake is an extension of your life and/or a part of it. If you cannot improve on that, how then can you improve yourself. For art is you, and you are an art created by He.
So against my better judgement or lack thereof, I will not harangue those who do not wish to hear the truth, but rather prefer the glossy lie.
I would also like to make an apology. First to my mom, for having to carry me all those months, then spending four hours trying to get me out, much to my dismay. And to my dad, for not seeing what he was and is...the cheeky git. And mostly to me. For thinking I made a difference, but all this time she wanted it done doggy style. Love yah...peace out, and let's get jiggy widdit.
Be aware though, if I see you in the OTF...it's open season, and I'm DeNiro talking to myself in the mirror.
But the pride for any artist either with words or paint is the ability to see what they lack and improve on it. He who travels on the road to mediocrity finds himself forever a repugnant site when facing the mirror. Art, for its sake is an extension of your life and/or a part of it. If you cannot improve on that, how then can you improve yourself.
Truer words have never been spoken. I know this, because art is my life, my soul, and probably the one thing I could never live without. And I constantly strive to improve upon it.
If people get pissy about critiques, then don't critique that person's work anymore. There are plenty of other people here who would like honest critiques on their work, because that's how you improve.
True enough, but why waste time when the beer is chilled and the telly is on?
Seriously though, I wish to say to Syren. Your pic is indicative of the last work I reviewed and you've recently revised: Beautiful.
To HeavenAblaze666 (?) You're a work in progress to something that has yet to flower and bloom for the world to wonder and gape in awe. Raw talent will not remain so as long as you strive to be better than the best....Ya Krunk'd, the hour approaches nigh.
So then with much ado...I leave this poem (not mine) to those that think they know what a love poem is. It is a poem by John Clare, and the words are BEE-yootiful.
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
Strive for this, and you may have hope yet.
Nun, yours was a quixotic quest with even less end result in sight, but I for one admired your dare and doo-doo. The futility of your foil was made evident in the end, so now you sweep a different path.
I shall leave you with this - I'm sure you - and perhaps, Syren - know what it is, but the others will need to copy and paste. It is poetry, but not as we know it.
riverrun,past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend if bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr' over the short sea,had passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens Country's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe.
Originally posted by Syren
NunYah, I seriously hope our 'poets' read what you've written and take it in, you're right... we learn from our mistakes, we cannot make judgements on ourselves and others without experience and encouragement. I completely agree that although a 'Wow! Awesome!' is all very nice and ego boosting, it's not exactly 'constructive' and in no way beneficial to those who wish to enhance their ability.Please, poets, heed these words, learn from those who have slightly more experience and don't take things so damn seriously when a comment is perhaps not so positive. Sensitivity is a wonderful trait, but used appropriately.
Originally posted by SyrenOnce a man of great humility posed these tormented words.
🙄You'd think, wouldn't you, that with the obvious abundance of free reign intelligence in this forum we would be able to work together to create a haven of words, but alas, it is not to be... for shame, these 'poets' of the forum nono
"Father, forgive them. For they know not what they do."
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooAnd I, lacking my comical sidekick can do naught, else aught is for naught...
Nun, yours was a quixotic quest with even less end result in sight, but I for one admired your dare and doo-doo. The futility of your foil was made evident in the end, so now you sweep a different path.I shall leave you with this - I'm sure you - and perhaps, Syren - know what it is, but the others will need to copy and paste. It is poetry, but not as we know it.
riverrun,past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend if bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr' over the short sea,had passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens Country's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe.
Odd, that I should know these things you've writ.
Originally posted by SyrenI've opted for the latter. But only to those that I've not offended by my off-colour remarks, e.g. some new posters.
And now a man of astounding intellectualism poses them once again, are we still to accommodate ignorance? Or rather, shall we encourage knowledge?
And, I shall keep it short, sweet, simple and dabbled with a pinch of salt for taste, but not too much so as to not ruin the flavour.
But this doesn't mean I'm throwing by the wayside my lovely banter neither....HAHAHA!!!