Angeline
Poet Chick
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Or 'shuhgah' if you've been livin' in the part of the country I've been in for long enough. hehehe
Ha! I was going to say that and while I wandered off to eat dinner, you did.
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Or 'shuhgah' if you've been livin' in the part of the country I've been in for long enough. hehehe
Or 'shuhgah' if you've been livin' in the part of the country I've been in for long enough. hehehe
Thanks for all explanations, UYS, it's nice to know all these things. You obviously go a long way back you two, and how could I sail through an old friend's code?
I have eaten a lot of cod and chips in my life also, but I always take the butter off and go straight for the flesh, otherwise very unhealthy.
Indeed he did, m'sieu le douze-d'un. He practised more than constraint though. There's a great subtlety here making those gerunds into imperfect rhymes adjacent to one another. As I read it, I pause at each punctuation and then read through the end word as if it began the next line. Enjambment is a clever trick and one I try to emulate when I write, so as to make the rhyme unobtrusive yet to highlight it in some way as making them the end word does here.APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Do you think Old Tom knew what he was doing?
con·straint
[kuhn-streynt] Show IPA
noun
1.
limitation or restriction.
2.
repression of natural feelings and impulses: to practice constraint.
3.
unnatural restraint in manner, conversation, etc.; embarrassment.
4.
something that constrains.
5.
the act of constraining.
would disagree, the value (relationship with all other words) of a word would change, it would constrain the meaning. "constrain" probably is not the best word to use, nor possibly is "meaning".You're right. I expressed myself poorly. Rhyme and form ARE constraints on how you say what you're saying, I just don't see them as constraints on WHAT you are saying.
...They twist my 'eart-strings yet!
would disagree, the value (relationship with all other words) of a word would change, it would constrain the meaning. "constrain" probably is not the best word to use, nor possibly is "meaning".
Four rhymed words at the end of the line out of sixteen, would probably mean the writer assumes more "value" would be assigned to those as opposed to than if all sixteen where rhymed.
Tempted to ask what prompted this line of inquiry? Outside of the fact that this is what you like to do (no slur, just writer's defense of own material, which every writer does, Poe, Eliot, Keats, et al.) Is there any other reason?
I will also gleefully point out that rhyme is easily programmed into a machine, and would also gleefully point out why. A huge percentage of people only recognize "poetry" as poetry, if it has end rhyme.
And greetings to Airstrip One:
It was only an 'opeless fancy.
It passed like an Ipril dye,
But a look an' a word an' the dreams they stirred
They 'ave stolen my 'eart awye!
They sye that time 'eals all things,
They sye you can always forget;
But the smiles an' the tears acrorss the years
They twist my 'eart-strings yet!
An obscure point to ponder, Milton despised it, yet used it, in a rather famous sonnet.
from airstrip one
so... the danger of using rhyme (for rhyme's sake), or set parameters to hone skill without emotional connection, is of falling into the trap of non-imagination, no deep thought, no deep feelings? that place where passing fancies, especially of the 'opeless variety, and other divergent thoughts become dangerous precipices to step away from, and so writes, ultimately, become souless - the poet might as well be machine.
we practise because we feel it hones our skills, like jigsaw puzzles made up of words - but when we become slave to the exercise, when it becomes all 'head poem' and no heart, it must ultimately be viewed as a failure - by the author if not the reader. at least, it's how i feel when i've gone down those paths. disassociation from your own write is an ugly affair.
devil's advocate is always a position worth exploring, pelegrino - i do it enough myselfI admire your insight and I do not totally disagree, Butters, neither do I play the devil's advocate, but in keeping my doubts, tortured soul that I am, I may as well put it an opposite way:
Using rhyme (for rhyme's sake), as opposed to using art for art's sake, sets parameters to hone skills and at the same time avoids falling into the trap of emotional connection, imagination, deep thought and deep feelings-these things not been always desirable, and belonging to that place where passing fancies, especially of the 'opeless variety, and other divergent thoughts become dangerous precipices to step away from, because writes, ultimately, become so full of soul - the poet might as well be immaterial.
we practise because we feel it hones our skills, like jigsaw puzzles made up of words - but when we become slave to the exercise, when it becomes all 'heart poem' and no head, it must ultimately be viewed as a failure - by the author if not the reader. at least, it's how I feel when I've gone down those paths. Such close association with your own write is an ugly affair.
Good grief what a load of dissection, (and that's being polite!) all that waffle takes away the poetry of poetry!
I agree with you, UYS, that all that waffle takes away the joy from poetry, but somebody has to do it. As I said in a few posts so far, writing about technique and its terminology is not about the content of the art itself, but as in this post, only a matter of revising poetical terminology, so that some poets can waffle better and more conscious of themselves.
i have striven, oh god, how i have striven, to waffle better
hahahahahhahahaha xY'know, somehow the thought of watching you waffle sounds quite entertaining.
*sits and contemplates buttered waffles, but only sees crumpets oozing from every pore*
now i do have a thing for buttered crumpets, 'tis true... but that image of them oozing from every pore is making me queasy
My rhyme does not rhyme,
but that is not a crime,
I'll get it right next time.