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RE: RE: New Posting (Weather Report)"Balladeer" Last edited by RHPeat 04-30-2010 at 05:38:20 PM |
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RE: New Posting (Weather Report)Sounds intriguing. Can you give me an example? |
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RE: New Posting (Weather Report)Nope, no smarty pants here. We're all in the same boat. I actually HAVE found the discussion intriguing. |
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RE: RE: New Posting (Weather Report)
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RE: RE: RE: New Posting (Weather Report)Quote: Originally Posted by RHPeat Originally Posted by Balladeer Nope, no smarty pants here. We're all in the same boat. I actually HAVE found the discussion intriguing. I'm beyond impressed with your work. It may be a little rough but not by much. The way you use the tribrach is very balanced. in-TER-(prets the un)-FINished where O-(cean and in)-VOLVE-ment Very nice. The sentence picks up speed with the opening iamb, levels off with the tribrach and then settles down with the trochee. I like it! As far as dissecting the poem itself, the fifth line is missing a syllable, which throws the rhythm off. Something like "where rivers run through mountains" would fix that. The 16th line loses the meter with "excess", as does the last line with "residence". Other than that, I think the poem is very exact. You may want to choose different wording if you like but the structure and the flow of the lines are really brilliant. Nice work. Balladeer The catch on line 5 is a good one for sure but one of the words in question might have to do with where you're from and where I'm from. For my dictionary allows (excess) to be pronounced (EXcess or exCESS). (Residence) is out; the accent falls on the first syllable. But interestingly it can be pronounced two ways as well, with either 2 or 3 syllables. Maybe that's what was throwing me off. But the count was wrong as well for the tribrach. The change there in the line might have actually improved the depth of meaning in the poem as well. It has been an interesting adventure and I do want to thank you for all the help here. Like you say "We're all in this together." And I might add, "since the beginning of time." But I do like to joke around a bit. Many take it all too serious at times. I love it when some one can offer me something to use along with their two bits. A poet friend RH Peat Here's where I'm at now. Tearing At The Land Peninsula from pebbles interprets the unfinished where ocean and involvement succumb to the abrasions; where rivers run through mountains the prominence subsides with a withering corrosion that liquefies with silting. In water and in tempest topography entangles the energy of pressure to fracture and to shatter, a knowingness in nature that crumbles and unburdens, demolishes the stony complexities in ridges. The elements in excess awaken to continue transcendence in the broken, deliverance of tidal realities refurbish the earth in its rebuilding of sediments through matter with gravity’s attraction. © RH Peat 4/28/2010 6:56pm Form : Accentual syllabic meter 3 octets/ 24 lines (Iamb, tribrach, trochee) trimeter. RH Peat, I know exactly what you mean about the sense of humor. I'm the same, although I can do it in such a dry way people don't realize I'm joking. A good tip is....if you don't know whether I'm joking or not - I am! Yes, I will agree with the different pronounciations. I once had a LONG conversations with a gal over whether or not the word "field" had one syllable or two, so it happens. Your piece right now is excellent. There are no flaws in the construction at all. Nice to meet a perfectionist who works to get things right. Best to ya... |
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RE: On Poetry 37 (More On Sound and Sense)A TOAST TO HAPPINESS Last edited by cousinsoren 05-08-2010 at 06:37:11 AM |
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RE: Take Your Literary Enema Like A Mensch! LOL[quote="kabbalistic"]The next step in the natural progression of the poet's cycle of growth and development, would have to be the rather large step of exposing your poetry to the world; through posting on web sites such as this, submitting your work for publication, entering poetry contests, and of course, performing your work at open mic's and poetry slams. This is what seperates the chaff from the wheat! Exposing one's poetry to the public-at-large can be a harrowing experience, to be sure. In 2000, I submitted my best 15 poems to a poetry contest in NY, to a "distinguished panel" of 4 poets. The response I received six weeks later, discouraged me to the point that I was not able to craft poetry for another 10 years. Those sub amoebic troglodytes had gotten into my head so much that I doubted my ability to wipe my own ass without an instruction manual, let alone write literature! I clearly was NOT ready to face criticism from the world-at-large; however, that is what is required whenever you decide to share your poetry with the world. Next posting, let us examine valid, technical, positive criticism, as opposed to biased, personal, bullshit critism that is purely based on the critic's opinion of the poet and not on his/her poetry. Remember, poetry is HELL, and literary enemas are NOT PLEASANT! [/quo Last edited by cousinsoren 06-05-2010 at 08:13:27 PM |
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RE: New Posting (exposure is opening up to criticism)
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RE:Hey kabbalistic - although I haven't posted here often, I read your posts. The School of Poetry - including your thread! - has been so beneficial to me. Please consider staying on. Your kindness in sharing all that you know is appreciated!! |
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RE: I write therefore I amPoets write for so many different reasons but A true poet does not write because he has to, or he wants to. A true poet writes because poetry is a part of who they are, to the very fiber of one's being. He doesn't write poetry, he lives it as the words of prose becomes the very blood of his life. Poetry in the motion of life, this is true poetry and the very core essence of what makes us poets. Sure some try to refine our skills, to develop a story, image, meaning to the reader, but in the most simplist sense, a poet writes because it is who they are, nothing more and nothing less... |
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RE: OriginsWords, language— exist because they communicate, thoughts, feelings, concepts and knowledge. Since the dawn of language poetry has existed. To think someone owns the language because it makes them who they are is absurd. Everyone owns language. It is everyone's right of language to have heighten awareness through the use of language; this is poetry. To think that some have, and other's don't, because of blood issues or soul issues, or core issues is bigotry of the mind and language. We don't exist by words alone. Take all the poems anyone has ever written and they wouldn't come close to that human existence as a personal identity. Poetry in the blood doesn't say anything to me. Poetry to the core is rubbish; if it doesn't move another human being, it is meaningless dribble. Last edited by RHPeat 08-04-2010 at 04:52:34 AM |
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The words of JFK, and meThe Poet continues the quite work of centuries, |
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RE:News from Teacher Kabbal to his students, and fans Last edited by WordSlinger 09-01-2010 at 11:56:36 PM |
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)