Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(8/23/2014 9:20:00 AM)
" THE PENGUIN BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE " is a great book contains a lot of poems to English poets. I read it a long, long time ago and I'm still reading it to taste the English poetry.
(8/22/2014 8:11:00 PM)
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Does anyone know if the " Jim Hogg" contest is still going on?I know the submission deadline has passed but who all entered?Has anyone done any Judging/rating?
(8/22/2014 8:01:00 PM)
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Hey, Poemhumpers! Any of you going to be in the Twin Cities area this Wed, August 27?I'll be reading with the fine local poet Steve Mueske at SubText Books, St. Paul,165 Western Ave., N., at 7 pm! ! Come by! I'd love to meet you in person! Jefferson
(8/22/2014 7:13:00 AM)
I just found out that after all the years I've been posting and commenting here, I am still classed as a rookie. (According to the new Treasure Island gimmick)
(8/22/2014 3:59:00 AM)
I suggest poets here to read all kinds of poetry good or bad just to distinguish between what is good and what is bad.
(8/22/2014 12:15:00 AM)
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John, I like the poem, and one must keep in mind that it is a translation.
What Palmer means is that it is not up to his metaphorical standards. Here are some examples of Palmer's superior level(or standards, almost genius) :
" Drive his tongue from city to city" , or
" Lay like roadkill at the entrance of ears" , or even
" in the car Of your thoughts" ....
Believe it or not, John, these are excerpts from a poem he is so ashamed of he has deleted it.
So take whatever Palmer says with a pound of salt. He is nothing but a pompous a$$.Replies for this message:
(8/22/2014 3:09:00 PM)
I get a kick out of the people (not you Lamont) that don't want you to be a " persona" , yet their name is " such and such" and their age is 91, and they say whatever they feel be ... more
(8/22/2014 7:38:00 AM)
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@Palmer, all true Lamont. You see, when you're an established poet, someone who's demonstrated time and time again that they can write good poetry, you're allowed to take some chances and not have to ... more
(8/22/2014 12:44:00 AM)
Frank Ovid (8/6/2014 8: 50: 00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies I kind of like that poem. He tries some stuff that's really out there, but at least it's not boring. A for effort. Thanks for posting ... more
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(8/21/2014 10:50:00 AM)
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Walid Khazindar was born in 1950 in Gaza City. He is considered one of the best Palestinian poets; his poetry has been said to be " characterized by metaphoric originality and a novel thematic approach unprecedented in Arabic poetry." He was awarded the first Palestine Prize for Poetry in 1997. He lives in Tunis.
by Walid Khazindar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
winter clings to the naked trees.
If only you would free
the bright sparrows
from the tips of your fingers
and release a smile—that shy, tentative smile—
from the imprisoned anguish I see.
Sing! Can we not sing
as if we were warm, hand-in-hand,
shielded by shade from a glaring sun?
Can you not always remain this way,
stoking the fire, more beautiful than necessary, and silent?
Darkness increases; we must remain vigilant
and this distant light is our only consolation—
this imperiled flame, which from the beginning
has been flickering,
in danger of going out.
Come to me, closer and closer.
I don't want to be able to tell my hand from yours.
And let's stay awake, lest the snow smother us.Replies for this message:
(8/21/2014 11:20:00 PM)
Mike, we're really trying to have some intelligent and honest exchanges here. Why don't you take your childish namecalling and personal attacks somewhere else. -LP
(8/21/2014 10:37:00 PM)
John, I like the poem, and one must keep in mind that it is a translation. What Palmer means is that it is not up to his metaphorical standards. Here are some examples of Palmer's superior level(or ... more
(8/21/2014 4:32:00 PM)
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Hate to be a party pooper, but there's little that is 'metaphorically original' about this poem. Perhaps I'll look at some other work of his. -LP
- Lamont Palmer (8/21/2014 11:20:00 PM) Post reply
(8/21/2014 2:00:00 AM)
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Sunday Morning(revised) as reply....
(8/20/2014 9:08:00 PM)
her fists were cumulus clouds
attached to slender wrists and
one grabbed my crotch I
blinked into ceiling fan eyes
penny for your thoughts make
that two bartender music man
agitating it like a Maytag washing
machine under there where they
stick the gum I thought of Norman
Bates while Lynyrd Skynyrd did
pushups around my head and
she even did the air guitar move
afterward as sweat bubbled
out onto my clammy forehead
(8/20/2014 2:04:00 PM)
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Abekah, you asked for a critique, so here goes: the poem below is pretty awful. The early lines are vague and pompous statements about big ideas, and the remainder of the poem is shot through with usage errors and sentimentality. I'll give you my usual Dr. Carter prescription for improving your verse: 1) as an ESL poet, write your poems in your first language. Your grasp of English isn't strong enough to allow you to write decent poetry. If you insist on posting poems in English, find a good EFL poet and let him/her translate from your native language work. 2) start reading good contemporary poets in English. That might help. If reading doesn't improve your poems, it will at least keep you too busy to create more bad poems.
All But Dreams
The meaning of life always intrigues me,
Each and everyday, I wonder how
Life can be such a difficult thing
To understand to the brim.
Since the birth of this noble planet earth,
Many wise men have tried to explain it,
Stretching the last nerves of their brains
Many great musicians have sung about it,
Employing the sweetest melodies
Many poets have written about it,
Using the clearest diction in their language,
But it seems, and I believe, to me,
The meaning of life isn't clear enough,
Why do the innocent continues to suffer?
Why do the pauper still goes to bed
when his intestines are crying for bread
While abundant are lying in other homes uncared?
Why do the orphan still feels he is alone
While the earth is pregnant with flesh and bones?
Oh who will tell me?
What in reality life means,
For maybe all that I have seen,
Read or heard since that day I came,
Are nothing but mere dreams and illusions.Replies for this message:
(8/22/2014 4:44:00 AM)
Heaven sake PHerrrss
(8/21/2014 4:34:00 PM)
" ...Stretching the last nerves of their brain...great musicians have sung about it..." Shakespearean. Goes straight to the heart of my ears (to quote a very good poet in his own right) .
(8/21/2014 9:19:00 AM)
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" when his intestines are crying for bread" is good too. A little wacky, but fairly poetic.
(8/21/2014 7:45:00 AM)
I agree on that line. The problem is, ba ... more
(8/20/2014 3:09:00 PM)
" ...the earth is pregnant with fle ... more
- Gulsher John (8/22/2014 4:44:00 AM) Post reply