Equinoxe
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Since I have taken to posting a few poems in this past week or so, I thought I should perhaps post in this thread.
Firstly, I should say that I am hopelessly archaic in taste and that a great deal of the poetry which I adore was written by long dead people from East Asia (Ono no Komachi, Lady Ise, Li Po, Yu Xuanji, etc.). Even my favourite contemporary poets mostly write in traditional East Asian styles (my favourite living poet is probably the Empress of Japan, incidentally). Most of my poetry at this point is subsequently likewise, with Western hints and occasional outright Western work—but still in hopelessly archaic fashion (in spite of the fact that I am terrible with stress-timed metre). Form is lovely in poetry, to me: I like to play a bit with form and structure, I find that a certain element of constraint in writing is paradoxically freeing. Playing with language is likewise something in which I regularly partake, I do so love puns and word play (sometimes and especially in dead languages).
However, I am actually a spontaneous writer, I cannot force work or create without being in the appropriate mood, and I mostly write in minutes, not hours, days, weeks, or months; I am not as industrious as my formality might imply.
Lit, I hope, will be a place to receive feedback and criticism on poesie and a place with little pressure to help me in exploring my writing and finding my poetic voice. Furthermore, I find something wonderfully amusing and enjoyable about posting pretentious and decidedly non-erotic poems on an erotic fiction website. I have no hope for real contribution to this community, although I will perhaps ramble on about occasional topics until no one can tolerate me.
I am of the opinion that there is no such thing as a bad review except a dishonest one, so I will say that I am relatively open to any depth and breadth of critique, even serious, harsh criticisms (at least now, having not yet received such). Condescend to me, though, and I will be forced to engage in third rate imitation of Dryden or Pope.
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With that, here is what I have submitted to Lit. In my opinion, my most successful poems are Our yesterdays and A cuttlefish, which are my favourites as well.
Firstly, I should say that I am hopelessly archaic in taste and that a great deal of the poetry which I adore was written by long dead people from East Asia (Ono no Komachi, Lady Ise, Li Po, Yu Xuanji, etc.). Even my favourite contemporary poets mostly write in traditional East Asian styles (my favourite living poet is probably the Empress of Japan, incidentally). Most of my poetry at this point is subsequently likewise, with Western hints and occasional outright Western work—but still in hopelessly archaic fashion (in spite of the fact that I am terrible with stress-timed metre). Form is lovely in poetry, to me: I like to play a bit with form and structure, I find that a certain element of constraint in writing is paradoxically freeing. Playing with language is likewise something in which I regularly partake, I do so love puns and word play (sometimes and especially in dead languages).
However, I am actually a spontaneous writer, I cannot force work or create without being in the appropriate mood, and I mostly write in minutes, not hours, days, weeks, or months; I am not as industrious as my formality might imply.
Lit, I hope, will be a place to receive feedback and criticism on poesie and a place with little pressure to help me in exploring my writing and finding my poetic voice. Furthermore, I find something wonderfully amusing and enjoyable about posting pretentious and decidedly non-erotic poems on an erotic fiction website. I have no hope for real contribution to this community, although I will perhaps ramble on about occasional topics until no one can tolerate me.
I am of the opinion that there is no such thing as a bad review except a dishonest one, so I will say that I am relatively open to any depth and breadth of critique, even serious, harsh criticisms (at least now, having not yet received such). Condescend to me, though, and I will be forced to engage in third rate imitation of Dryden or Pope.
Edit:
With that, here is what I have submitted to Lit. In my opinion, my most successful poems are Our yesterdays and A cuttlefish, which are my favourites as well.
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