Kundalinguini
Literotica Guru
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Bill, Bill, Bill... I've thought there were many worthwhile moments in much of your other poetry, but I'm afraid you've lost me with this tiger analogy.
Tiger tiger burning bright
In the forest of the night,
Burning? Tiger? I'm sorry, Bill, but perhaps this needs a little work. And while you're at it, you might fix the next rhyme, too.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Criticism will always be an iffy thing. Implicit in it is the belief by the critic that he or she is qualified to judge the poet. In questions of pure form this may be true. "Your pentameter in line three has only four beats." But in terms of content or expression, poetry can be so subjective that the critic should be cautious. I'm reminded of a prof I once had, who would frame a question such that it asked your opinion, then write a note in the margin, "While I appreciate that you have an opinion on this issue, your opinion is wrong."
BTW... for what it's worth, I'm a critic by nature. Sometimes I have to handcuff myself to the mast to prevent myself from jumping in with both feet in my mouth.
Tiger tiger burning bright
In the forest of the night,
Burning? Tiger? I'm sorry, Bill, but perhaps this needs a little work. And while you're at it, you might fix the next rhyme, too.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Criticism will always be an iffy thing. Implicit in it is the belief by the critic that he or she is qualified to judge the poet. In questions of pure form this may be true. "Your pentameter in line three has only four beats." But in terms of content or expression, poetry can be so subjective that the critic should be cautious. I'm reminded of a prof I once had, who would frame a question such that it asked your opinion, then write a note in the margin, "While I appreciate that you have an opinion on this issue, your opinion is wrong."
BTW... for what it's worth, I'm a critic by nature. Sometimes I have to handcuff myself to the mast to prevent myself from jumping in with both feet in my mouth.