Poetry and techique

I think technique is something that we learn in order that we might eventually transcend it. By mastering technique, a poet moves beyond the need for technique.

If I may draw a parallel to one of my other passions, the martial arts:

Most martial artists agree that the real soul of an art is not found in technique, and yet we all spend years training technique ad nauseum. Find a real master who's been doing this for decades and come at him with everything you've got; after he throws you on your ass, ask him, "What technique was that?"

He's likely to answer, "I have no idea."

A lot of writers I used to know thought technique was confining. I think that the mastery of technique is the ultimate liberation. I've got a long way to go before I get there, though.
 
the 10,000 things is chinese shorthand for more shit than you will ever know.
go ask Ash, he's a poet that didn't show, I'm just the guy that rings the gong on the gong show, remember.
ba-WONG!!!!!!!!

1201 , i did'nt see ur cordial invitation until two minutes back [ U could have PMed me ?] : see my take on this is the Message transcends the Techniques of Poetry for instance where Thomas Grey writes " the Paths of Glory lead but to the Grave " here whether he is in Meter or not { he of course was ] it is an Immortal Truth which is true for Alexander , Ceasar , Ghenis Khan as well as the Roman , British & Soviet Empires !
when i read this i started reflecting on the Sombreness of Reality , on the Inevitability of Human Mortality & i stopped readin' for some moments : lost in deep thought . Has'nt this happened to any of U when U read a Truly Great Message behind the Facade of a Sonnet , Enjambment or what have you ? a mediocre message cannot be resued by extremely clever Technique . Anyway thanks for the invite ,1201 : floor is all yours --A9
 
I think technique is something that we learn in order that we might eventually transcend it. By mastering technique, a poet moves beyond the need for technique.
by mastering the technique, it becomes a part of
and the technique was discover and developed somehow by thinking about it
 
1201 , i did'nt see ur cordial invitation until two minutes back [ U could have PMed me ?] : see my take on this is the Message transcends the Techniques of Poetry for instance where Thomas Grey writes " the Paths of Glory lead but to the Grave " here whether he is in Meter or not { he of course was ] it is an Immortal Truth which is true for Alexander , Ceasar , Ghenis Khan as well as the Roman , British & Soviet Empires !
when i read this i started reflecting on the Sombreness of Reality , on the Inevitability of Human Mortality & i stopped readin' for some moments : lost in deep thought . Has'nt this happened to any of U when U read a Truly Great Message behind the Facade of a Sonnet , Enjambment or what have you ? a mediocre message cannot be resued by extremely clever Technique . Anyway thanks for the invite ,1201 : floor is all yours --A9
Jesus saves
all else is bullshit
the prophet speaks
profit collects
A9, I take it this is a mission for you, has nothing to do with poetry; but you call yourself a Poet; see that sets up a paradox, a dilemma, by leaving the comments and the scoring on. Some mere technician such as I may fall into the trap of actually commenting with a degree of veracity.

But let me point out that the finest message between heaven and earth will be lost or perceived as noise without a certain technique to deliver it. You probably read some of it. Probably written by someone who studied technique.

And Grey neglected to mention the paths of everything lead but to the grave.

So let's leave it at that, you have a message and at best I am merely amused.
 
Jesus saves
all else is bullshit
the prophet speaks
profit collects
A9, I take it this is a mission for you, has nothing to do with poetry; but you call yourself a Poet; see that sets up a paradox, a dilemma, by leaving the comments and the scoring on. Some mere technician such as I may fall into the trap of actually commenting with a degree of veracity.

But let me point out that the finest message between heaven and earth will be lost or perceived as noise without a certain technique to deliver it. You probably read some of it. Probably written by someone who studied technique.

And Grey neglected to mention the paths of everything lead but to the grave.

So let's leave it at that, you have a message and at best I am merely amused.
1201 , see when i read a poem , i look @ what the Poet has to say e.g. The Coldness of Winter or the Pleasures of bathing on a hot summer day & i comment on his/her idea not on tmhe sbtructure of the Poem or it's editing : now why you have to comment on how i comment or Think is incomprehensible ! Be enlightened not "amused" !?! Is it your innate sense of Superiority thst makes you behave so obnoxiosly with other Commentators ??? If yes shed this Nonsense even as a Snake sheds it slough & please become a better Human Being !
 
Jesus saves
all else is bullshit
the prophet speaks
profit collects
A9, I take it this is a mission for you, has nothing to do with poetry; but you call yourself a Poet; see that sets up a paradox, a dilemma, by leaving the comments and the scoring on. Some mere technician such as I may fall into the trap of actually commenting with a degree of veracity.

But let me point out that the finest message between heaven and earth will be lost or perceived as noise without a certain technique to deliver it. You probably read some of it. Probably written by someone who studied technique.

And Grey neglected to mention the paths of everything lead but to the grave.

So let's leave it at that, you have a message and at best I am merely amused.
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Here's a Translation of a Bengali Poem decide for yourself if Technique is More or Message ----
O Princesses of Beauty
Why are you standing like Statues of Stone ?
Let me worship you
Feel the joy of Love
Do you not feel the
Mad intoxication of the
Buzzing of the Honeybees
In the Garden !
The Morning Star has to die
For Dawn to break in the Eastern
Skies
Similarly your Pain will give
Way to Joy .
Just let yourselves Love
This was the Song of a shipwrecked Prince held prisoner in an alien land : this Poem / Song was meant to seduce the ice cold Captors & Princesses of tge strange country to unbend & release him from Captivity . Now if the Princess was 1201 she would reply " your editing is a bit off today : if you replace "joy" with "happiness " in S3 it would be better but still i've given U a 5 !?! "


What is the relationship between?
Special guest lecturer coming up....
I can hardly wait.
But in the meantime, feel free to express your own opinions. And I'll go peel an onion or somethin'.
 
1201 , see when i read a poem , i look @ what the Poet has to say e.g. The Coldness of Winter or the Pleasures of bathing on a hot summer day & i comment on his/her idea not on tmhe sbtructure of the Poem or it's editing : now why you have to comment on how i comment or Think is incomprehensible ! Be enlightened not "amused" !?! Is it your innate sense of Superiority thst makes you behave so obnoxiosly with other Commentators ??? If yes shed this Nonsense even as a Snake sheds it slough & please become a better Human Being !
Rather my innate sense of suspicion licks in, i.e. I don't know who you are in bed with. Your email was sent at a time I could not see (blind), when I returned, I saw no comments on the poems in question, I don't know who you are, (hence that dedication, to find out), I find a libelous comment by an Anon on one of my poems (I am almost 100% sure I know who, and it wasn't you), and a scurrilous and self serving nomination for MIP. Your favourite (no name mentioned) is also rather self-serving, while flooding the self with good poetry (some even great, but a large part repetitious ) has been rather notorious in brevity of comments. This person I suspect as an Alt.
Now the tendency is for pacts to be formed, sometimes expanding to leagues, at a certain point it overwhelms and destroys. I come here it is like playing three games of chess, which if it was a fixed number of pieces would be one thing, it is not. You see earlier comments where rather supportive. I do not like beating up on people, but I'm not adverse to it, especially when it comes to shelf space and lack of contribution. It is not fair the rest.
Congrats on your comment on Remec, it was specific. That is all I look for, a few specifics. You may not know this Ash, but there is a faction that has made an issue about the non-specificy of my comments, while being notorious for not leaving much beyond raves about alts and subtle put downs on others. You're "pure Aryan" comment could be construed as such.
Not to mention how many 1201 poems did you and Mr.e generate and high five each other about. So spare me the snake and human being crap.
 
Rather my innate sense of suspicion licks in, i.e. I don't know who you are in bed with. Your email was sent at a time I could not see (blind), when I returned, I saw no comments on the poems in question, I don't know who you are, (hence that dedication, to find out), I find a libelous comment by an Anon on one of my poems (I am almost 100% sure I know who, and it wasn't you), and a scurrilous and self serving nomination for MIP. Your favourite (no name mentioned) is also rather self-serving, while flooding the self with good poetry (some even great, but a large part repetitious ) has been rather notorious in brevity of comments. This person I suspect as an Alt.
Now the tendency is for pacts to be formed, sometimes expanding to leagues, at a certain point it overwhelms and destroys. I come here it is like playing three games of chess, which if it was a fixed number of pieces would be one thing, it is not. You see earlier comments where rather supportive. I do not like beating up on people, but I'm not adverse to it, especially when it comes to shelf space and lack of contribution. It is not fair the rest.
Congrats on your comment on Remec, it was specific. That is all I look for, a few specifics. You may not know this Ash, but there is a faction that has made an issue about the non-specificy of my comments, while being notorious for not leaving much beyond raves about alts and subtle put downs on others. You're "pure Aryan" comment could be construed as such.
Not to mention how many 1201 poems did you and Mr.e generate and high five each other about. So spare me the snake and human being crap.

1201 my apologies for the 1201 poems but your abrasive comments on my commentin' & entire thinkin' process provoked me beyond measure : do believe i have no pact with anybody & i'm busy runnin' a SME in India as the Rupee is sinkin' believe me have no coalition to down your reputation but do Not try to brainwash me into thinkin' like you think . see your thought process is uniquely yours mine is uniquely mine Never the 'twain shall meet ! i do like Erectus , Harry & admire Demure & GM's poetry but have no coalition pro or anti & if you feel very hurt by my Aryan comment i'll withdraw same or please feel free to delete it : no hard feelin's old-timer ---A9
 
1201 my apologies for the 1201 poems but your abrasive comments on my commentin' & entire thinkin' process provoked me beyond measure : do believe i have no pact with anybody & i'm busy runnin' a SME in India as the Rupee is sinkin' believe me have no coalition to down your reputation but do Not try to brainwash me into thinkin' like you think . see your thought process is uniquely yours mine is uniquely mine Never the 'twain shall meet ! i do like Erectus , Harry & admire Demure & GM's poetry but have no coalition pro or anti & if you feel very hurt by my Aryan comment i'll withdraw same or please feel free to delete it : no hard feelin's old-timer ---A9
think of it as sandpaper, takin it down, before the finish
regarding thought, there is no way I want you to think my way, I want you to think a little more your way, you have a unique voice, refine it. You do that, people forgive the quirks, as I said once before.
 
I Shall Not Care

re: New Poems
WHEN I am dead and over me dead April

Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,

Tho' you submit poetry half-farted,

I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful

When rain bends down the bough,

And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted

Than I am now.
with apologies to sara teasdale
shoot-shit-shat-a shot rings out
now there's a hole for the poems to run out
to clutter up the shelf
THINK before you submit.
 
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