EPMD's Prose Poetry is Over Group

[bronzeage]

thank you, I was running out of ideas, can I steal this line?

Certainly.

All of my lines are stolen. I rearrange the words and no one suspects a thing.

 

[Senna Jawa]

About subtle differences

Outdoors, in the Southern US where climate was warm or even hot, a cop approached a man to ask him what cloth the man was wearing between his T-shirt and knees. The man said "shorts". If the man said "underwear" the cop would had him arrested.

 

[twelveoone]

James joyce began his literary career as a real life poet, as you probably already know, he wrote in view of Yeats, definitely not very rigid. Having read dubliners through finnegans, I can't agree with a critic who says his work is free verse category of Poetry. The same is said of that other poet Kerouac. Their work might resemble the musicality and sound emphasis and beat of free verse poetry, but any poet who's read poetry before the modernists and beats should be able to tell what william c willaims is doing compared to what Joyce or Burroughs is doing. The connection is tenuous, at best, between former poets and their future prose. You currently write prose, given a couple pages of your new story or general prose I'm sure I can spot poetic tendencies...but I doubt your writing anything resembling free verse poetry. Honestly, it's hard enough to be Pushkin or Howl. What would a true novella length Howl resemble? A story, journal entry, prose-poetry, common free verse? I don't know, but I couldn't get over how common it was to call On the Road 'free verse poetry' when I was eighteen and barely nascent in terms of understanding the complexity of euphony over direct expression.

don't tell me, let me guess...
trailblazing,
why is what he done, so important?
he listened
to people
what is that important?
well you can read about it in the
A History of Free Verse by Chris Beyers
if you are interested
Why is listening to people so important?
because it is the language, and it lives, if it lives it changes.
Here is a little clue for you, anything can be read as either stressed or unstressed. The possibility of it happening in it's free state, ranges from very unlikely, to very likely. Scansion is a subjective exercise. In the first place you have to have the proper voice.and the last time I looked there are about 16 different ways of doing it.
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
all of these are possibilities, and understand can also be changed.
So tell me Empd607, what was the last poem you saw fit to leave a comment on? You got me attention.

 

[fridayam]

Not sure how you would categorise this, but I love it:

The Passion Considered
as an Uphill Bicycle Race
by Alfred Jarry

Barabbas, slated to race, was scratched.

Pilate, the starter, pulling out his clepsydra or water clock, an operation which wet his hands unless he had merely spit on them -- Pilate gave the send-off.

Jesus got away to a good start.

In those days, according to the excellent sports commentator St Mathew, it was customary to flagellate the sprinters at the start the way a coachman whips his horses. The whip both stimulates and gives a hygienic massage. Jesus, then, got off in good form, but he had a flat right away. A bed of thorns punctured the whole circumference of his front tyre.

Today in the shop windows of bicycle dealers you see a reproduction of this veritable crown of thorns as an ad for puncture-proof tyres. But Jesus's was an ordinary single-tube racing tyre.

The two thieves, obviously in cahoots and therefore 'thick as thieves', took the lead.

It is not true that there were any nails. The three objects usually shown in the ads belong to a rapid-change tyre tool called the 'Jiffy'.

We had better begin by telling about the spills; but before that the machine itself must be described.

The bicycle frame in use today is of relatively recent invention. It appeared around 1890. Previous to that time the body of the machine was constructed of two tubes soldered together at right angles. It was generally called the right-angle or cross bicycle. Jesus, after his puncture, climbed the slope on foot, carrying on his shoulder the bike frame, or, if you will, the cross.

Contemporary engravings reproduce this scene from photographs. But it appears that the sport of cycling, as a result of the well-known accident which put a grievous end to the Passion race and which was brought up to date almost on its anniversary by the similar accident of Count Zborowski on the Turbie slope -- the sport of cycling was for a time prohibited by state ordinance. That explains why the illustrated magazines, in reproducing this celebrated scene, show bicycles of a rather imaginary design. They confuse the machine's cross frame with that other cross, the straight handlebar. They represent Jesus with his hands spread on the handlebars, and it is worth mentioning in this connection that Jesus rode lying flat on his back in order to reduce his air resistance.

Note also that the frame or cross was made of wood, just as wheels are to this day.

A few people have insinuated falsely that Jesus's machine was a draisienne, an unlikely mount for a hill-climbing contest. According to the old cyclophile hagiographers, St. Briget, St. Gregory of Tours, and St. Irene, the cross was equipped with a device which they name suppendaneum. There is no need to be a great scholar to translate this as 'pedal'.

Lipsius, Justinian, Bosius, and Erycius Puteanus describe another accessory which one still finds, according to Cornelius Curtius in 1643, on Japanese crosses; a protuberance of leather or wood on the shaft which the rider sits astride -- manifestly the seat or saddle.

This general description, furthermore, suits the definition of a bicycle current among the Chinese: "A little mule which is led by the ears and urged along by showering it with kicks."

We shall abridge the story of the race itself, for it has been narrated in detail by specialized works and illustrated by sculpture and painting visible in monuments built to house such art.

There are fourteen turns in the difficult Golgotha course. Jesus took his first spill at the third turn. His mother, who was in the stands, became alarmed.

His excellent trainer, Simon the Cyrenian, who but for the thorn accident would have been riding out in front to cut the wind, carried the machine.

Jesus, though carrying nothing, perspired heavily. It is not certain whether a female spectator wiped his brown, but we know that Veronica, a girl reporter, got a good shot of him with her Kodak.

The second spill came at the seventh turn on some slippery pavement. Jesus went down for the third time at the eleventh turn, skidding on a rail.

The Israelite deminondaines waved their handkerchiefs at the eighth.

The deplorable accident familiar to us all took place at the twelfth turn. Jesus was in a dead heat at the time with the thieves. We know that he continued the race airborne -- but that is another story.

 

[twelveoone]

It's tough to dance to. Be interesting to pit line breaks in...
Fuck it, it's prose poetry, real prose poetry. This I can read.

 

[vrosej10]

Outdoors, in the Southern US where climate was warm or even hot, a cop approached a man to ask him what cloth the man was wearing between his T-shirt and knees. The man said "shorts". If the man said "underwear" the cop would had him arrested.

Nice analogy!

 

[Epmd607]

It's tough to dance to. Be interesting to pit line breaks in...
Fuck it, it's prose poetry, real prose poetry. This I can read.

It's certainly not poetry. And as far as the last Lit poem I commented on, check the date in this thread where I posted and commented on PoetGuy's nonPoem. You're really a task, 1201. I wish you would stay on one or two topics before going off and posting some new silly thread. I do like to comment on poetry and have dialogues on that sort of thing. If you're really interested in Wasteland, I'd be happy to go over that with you, or any of the new Lit poems.

 

[Epmd607]

Not sure how you would categorise this, but I love it:

The Passion Considered
as an Uphill Bicycle Race
by Alfred Jarry

Barabbas, slated to race, was scratched.

Pilate, the starter, pulling out his clepsydra or water clock, an operation which wet his hands unless he had merely spit on them -- Pilate gave the send-off.

Jesus got away to a good start.

In those days, according to the excellent sports commentator St Mathew, it was customary to flagellate the sprinters at the start the way a coachman whips his horses. The whip both stimulates and gives a hygienic massage. Jesus, then, got off in good form, but he had a flat right away. A bed of thorns punctured the whole circumference of his front tyre.

Today in the shop windows of bicycle dealers you see a reproduction of this veritable crown of thorns as an ad for puncture-proof tyres. But Jesus's was an ordinary single-tube racing tyre.

The two thieves, obviously in cahoots and therefore 'thick as thieves', took the lead.

It is not true that there were any nails. The three objects usually shown in the ads belong to a rapid-change tyre tool called the 'Jiffy'.

We had better begin by telling about the spills; but before that the machine itself must be described.

The bicycle frame in use today is of relatively recent invention. It appeared around 1890. Previous to that time the body of the machine was constructed of two tubes soldered together at right angles. It was generally called the right-angle or cross bicycle. Jesus, after his puncture, climbed the slope on foot, carrying on his shoulder the bike frame, or, if you will, the cross.

Contemporary engravings reproduce this scene from photographs. But it appears that the sport of cycling, as a result of the well-known accident which put a grievous end to the Passion race and which was brought up to date almost on its anniversary by the similar accident of Count Zborowski on the Turbie slope -- the sport of cycling was for a time prohibited by state ordinance. That explains why the illustrated magazines, in reproducing this celebrated scene, show bicycles of a rather imaginary design. They confuse the machine's cross frame with that other cross, the straight handlebar. They represent Jesus with his hands spread on the handlebars, and it is worth mentioning in this connection that Jesus rode lying flat on his back in order to reduce his air resistance.

Note also that the frame or cross was made of wood, just as wheels are to this day.

A few people have insinuated falsely that Jesus's machine was a draisienne, an unlikely mount for a hill-climbing contest. According to the old cyclophile hagiographers, St. Briget, St. Gregory of Tours, and St. Irene, the cross was equipped with a device which they name suppendaneum. There is no need to be a great scholar to translate this as 'pedal'.

Lipsius, Justinian, Bosius, and Erycius Puteanus describe another accessory which one still finds, according to Cornelius Curtius in 1643, on Japanese crosses; a protuberance of leather or wood on the shaft which the rider sits astride -- manifestly the seat or saddle.

This general description, furthermore, suits the definition of a bicycle current among the Chinese: "A little mule which is led by the ears and urged along by showering it with kicks."

We shall abridge the story of the race itself, for it has been narrated in detail by specialized works and illustrated by sculpture and painting visible in monuments built to house such art.

There are fourteen turns in the difficult Golgotha course. Jesus took his first spill at the third turn. His mother, who was in the stands, became alarmed.

His excellent trainer, Simon the Cyrenian, who but for the thorn accident would have been riding out in front to cut the wind, carried the machine.

Jesus, though carrying nothing, perspired heavily. It is not certain whether a female spectator wiped his brown, but we know that Veronica, a girl reporter, got a good shot of him with her Kodak.

The second spill came at the seventh turn on some slippery pavement. Jesus went down for the third time at the eleventh turn, skidding on a rail.

The Israelite deminondaines waved their handkerchiefs at the eighth.

The deplorable accident familiar to us all took place at the twelfth turn. Jesus was in a dead heat at the time with the thieves. We know that he continued the race airborne -- but that is another story.

This is derivative of Francois Rabelais in Gargantua and Pantagruel. Get a copy of that book and read a few random passages, folks these days would call that stream of this or that poetic conciousness. But it's a mockery, just like prose-poetry is a mockery of meaningful poetry.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Not sure how you would categorise this, but I love it:

The Passion Considered
as an Uphill Bicycle Race
by Alfred Jarry

You should read its twin, The Assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy Considered as a Downhill Motor Race, here.

 

[twelveoone]

It's certainly not poetry. And as far as the last Lit poem I commented on, check the date in this thread where I posted and commented on PoetGuy's nonPoem. You're really a task, 1201. I wish you would stay on one or two topics before going off and posting some new silly thread. I do like to comment on poetry and have dialogues on that sort of thing. If you're really interested in Wasteland, I'd be happy to go over that with you, or any of the new Lit poems.

so far epmd, what I seem to be getting are pissy evasions. Just what was the last poem, you felt was worthy to comment on?
just what is so-called musical free verse?
I ask you to mark things off, you don't, why not?

Poetguy's nonpoem?
Angeline not writing free verse poetry? (did I read that right?)


Why are you here? What purpose do you serve?
Name droppin Chaucer, Puskin, what's that supposed to do for me?

You started this moronic thread.
Yeah, you're godamn right I'm gonna be a task! If you want to show us the way, show IT!

I'm not fucking impressed, so far.

 

[bflagsst]

so far epmd, what I seem to be getting are pissy evasions. Just what was the last poem, you felt was worthy to comment on?
just what is so-called musical free verse?
I ask you to mark things off, you don't, why not?

Poetguy's nonpoem?
Angeline not writing free verse poetry? (did I read that right?)


Why are you here? What purpose do you serve?
Name droppin Chaucer, Puskin, what's that supposed to do for me?

You started this moronic thread.
Yeah, you're godamn right I'm gonna be a task! If you want to show us the way, show IT!

I'm not fucking impressed, so far.

Broseph, EPMD used to review the New Poems daily in the review thread when everyone but me, UYS, Tzara, Hmmnmm, EO, and Vrose, had gone off to do other things.

This thread is quality. Prose poetry is for jokers who don't have a whole story to tell. Poetry shouldn't be removed from attempts at expressing some grandiose erudition that only the reader who does their homework is privy to.

There's lyricality in music without words, there's lyricality in songs with words, there's lyricality in words without song. It's important preserving and presenting the songfulness of our language, without the constraints of 4/4 measures, melody, rigid verse chorus verse.

 

[twelveoone]

Broseph, EPMD used to review the New Poems daily in the review thread when everyone but me, UYS, Tzara, Hmmnmm, EO, and Vrose, had gone off to do other things.

This thread is quality. Prose poetry is for jokers who don't have a whole story to tell. Poetry shouldn't be removed from attempts at expressing some grandiose erudition that only the reader who does their homework is privy to.

There's lyricality in music without words, there's lyricality in songs with words, there's lyricality in words without song. It's important preserving and presenting the songfulness of our language, without the constraints of 4/4 measures, melody.

Post what is, why it is; will discuss.

 

[bflagsst]

Post what is, why it is; will discuss.

Here are two good poems from New Poems, the first doesn't have much information to work with, the second is rigid verse. The second is easily identified as embracing the music of our language. but the first poem is where this thread lies. What is there to identify in terms of poetic elements? Metaphoric elements?


in the arms of morpheus
bychipbutty©

from sleep to sleep i passed
no breath between dreamings
that pressed a memory
softer than wings
into uterus
into mud

000
As far as I read this, and I read freely, it's a description of the Polynesian Anjea birth ritual
"Who put the clay in your womb which became your baby?"

It's irrelevant what the poet intends, I read what I read because of the open inputs in poetry. Prose doesn't allow for as much interaction or interpretation of symbol and event.

So, the songfulness... Sleep/sleep/-ween/dream-/memory, i passed/that pressed, dreamings/wings. There's not much information contained within this poem to work with in terms of sterile analysis, but when I'm pressed to describe why I like this poem I've no trouble describing the sounds.


Embarrassingly, Blushingly
byLilacs©

Embarrassingly, Blushingly, a Triolet

One charm I find being a girl,
the joy that comes in dress divine--
a spray of fragrance, a bit of curl.
One charm I find being a girl,
the pretty skirt, the lovely twirl,
a beaded top that fits so fine.
One charm I find being a girl,
the joy that comes in dress divine.

 

[twelveoone]

/QUOTE]
000 ooo, I like this, you're pressed, describe the chipbuddy one, why does it work? BTW did you leave comments?

 

[bflagsst]

/QUOTE]
000 ooo, I like this, you're pressed, describe the chipbuddy one, why does it work? BTW did you leave comments?

I thought I was clear on why it works for me.

A. The narrator is a birthing god, a soft loving Mother of Invention

B. The beat is on, specifically the type of english simple syllable soft stress then hard stress in the first four lines. Hard: sleep, sleep, passed, breath, tween, ings, pressed, ree, er, wings.

She has one or two others with Shakespearean schemes that I liike recently. Artistic one would be more difficult to analyze for songfulness though. The comments on poems are meant for the poet, not the comment police.

 

[twelveoone]

The Loaded Terminology of the Poetry Wars

wonderful essay, guys.

Wonderful poem

Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,

oh, no

Grab a horse and a sabre, I'll be right behind you. There is a high percentage of new writers, if a new writer can write a paragraph and put line breaks in it, it's a start. A good start. Then they work on the elements, how many are there?
Open the mind, roll up the sleeves, and we all can duke it out.

Hmmnmm? Still around?

 

[twelveoone]

I thought I was clear on why it works for me.

A. The narrator is a birthing god, a soft loving Mother of Invention

B. The beat is on, specifically the type of english simple syllable soft stress then hard stress in the first four lines. Hard: sleep, sleep, passed, breath, tween, ings, pressed, ree, er, wings.

She has one or two others with Shakespearean schemes that I liike recently. Artistic one would be more difficult to analyze for songfulness though. The comments on poems are meant for the poet, not the comment police.

They, if good are a wonderful source of information for the reader, you should leave them.

"songfulness" is a meaningless word, do you mean iambs? i.e. mark it off

 

[Black13]

I object to this.

It's a free country and a round world. If one
wants to tap the enter button at the end of word
That doesn't rhyme,
Or capitalize words in a grammatically incorrect way, or completely disregard the concept of iambic pentameter, I say
Goddammit, do it.

But only if it gets your point across.

 

[butters]

I object to this.

It's a free country and a round world. If one
wants to tap the enter button at the end of word
That doesn't rhyme,
Or capitalize words in a grammatically incorrect way, or completely disregard the concept of iambic pentameter, I say
Goddammit, do it.

But only if it gets your point across.

if it works for the poem, and isn't mere gimmick, i agree.

 

[Black13]

If the writer can, with his or her own meticulous eye, look at it and approve of it, then it doesn't matter if it's prose or poetry, or both, or neither.

 

[bflagsst]

They, if good are a wonderful source of information for the reader, you should leave them.

"songfulness" is a meaningless word, do you mean iambs? i.e. mark it off

Songfulness, lyricality, musicality in poetry was defined well earlier in this thread.

How much more description do you need for the Chip poem? I described the hard stresses, obviously the U's are what I didn't deem a 'hard stress'. Is there something about your browser that skips every other reply someone gives you?

 

[bflagsst]

I object to this.

It's a free country and a round world. If one
wants to tap the enter button at the end of word
That doesn't rhyme,
Or capitalize words in a grammatically incorrect way, or completely disregard the concept of iambic pentameter, I say
Goddammit, do it.

But only if it gets your point across.

You don't know what you're objecting to, methinks. Likely haven't read much of this thread, or much poetry between 1900-1950.

 

[butters]

i think i need to write a chip poem

but oh
how to avoid
the clichés
the clichés
the out of the frying pan and into the fire hellpits
the greasy slopes
the cholester
less stir
rolls
and garlic mayonaisse

 

[Angeline]

i think i need to write a chip poem

but oh
how to avoid
the clichés
the clichés
the out of the frying pan and into the fire hellpits
the greasy slopes
the cholester
less stir
rolls
and garlic mayonaisse

Avast ye aphorisms!
Take ye away and bury
the humble cliche
with as little pomp
as circumstance
allows.

Icy slopes
are adjectives and
worse
adverbs maketh me
to curse
the darkness
they shed so little
light.

 

[twelveoone]

Songfulness, lyricality, musicality in poetry was defined well earlier in this thread.

How much more description do you need for the Chip poem? I described the hard stresses, obviously the U's are what I didn't deem a 'hard stress'. Is there something about your browser that skips every other reply someone gives you?

It would be nice to either see it underlined or the stress marks on top.


Songfulness, lyricality, musicality in poetry was defined well earlier in this thread.
and this is book flap crap.
and you and the other didn't catch the little ref. about Spheres play a discordant tune.
Q. what is the difference between a 4th sharp and a flatted 5th.?