Poetics and Poetry Discussion


Post a message
  • Freshman - 2,021 Points Bull Hawking (9/10/2014 7:46:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.

    On the eve of a new war.....following another war speach.....I thought it fitting to reply with a poem from Rimbaud:

    Replies for this message:
    • Freshman - 2,021 Points delilah contrapunctal (9/11/2014 12:04:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      fitting indeed.....counting the grey-no-longer-black hairs of each president who succumbs to the pressure to justify/continue/create/augment wars and all their horrors/atrocities...very sad day, this. ... more

    • Freshman - 2,021 Points Bull Hawking (9/10/2014 8:03:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Crows Lord, when the open field is cold, when in the battered villages the endless angelus dies - Above the dark and drooping word Let the empty skies disclose Your dear, delightful crows. ... more

  • Rookie - 5 Points Dana-maree Steel (9/10/2014 6:44:00 PM) Post reply

    Written by Dana-Maree

    My love for you! ! !

    My love for you is undiscribable, When i am away from you i am lost with no feeling left in my body, when i am near you with my arms wrapped around you i am lost with words our love for each other is powerful and strong no one can change the way i feel about you, You are perfect to me and i will never change anything about our love, You keep me on my own two feet, You help me when i am down and lost and have nothing to say, You respect every word that comes out of my mouth, You make me feel beautiful and worth living for you are my one and only true love.

  • Bronze Star - 5,509 Points Tony Adah (9/10/2014 2:32:00 PM) Post reply

    I have just finished reading a poem " the lost parrot" by Naomi Shihab Nye, a Palestinian -American poet. In this poem Carlos tries with much difficulty writing a poem about his lost parrot. Because the parrot is gone, he is unable to write about it. He loves it so much. It could be the symbol of something he lost in life.
    The poet shows how laborious it is for Carlos to write with mental images like- he crunches over the table, pencil gripped in the fist, shaping the heavy letters. I love the rythms of this poem too. A splendid craft by Nye.

  • Rookie - 627 Points Jefferson Carter (9/10/2014 1:28:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Poemhumpers, does anyone besides myself think Pranab and Gangadharan are persona-trolls? I ask the same question about them that I ask about Adam Snow: how could anyone be this illiterate and still expect others to take him seriously? They've got to be jokes. Yes?

    Replies for this message:

    To read all of 2 replies click here
  • Veteran Poet - 2,724 Points Abekah Emmanuel (9/10/2014 1:21:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Poetry writing.....not a medical science or legal practicing that is esoteric............. freedom........... thats all!

    Replies for this message:
    • Veteran Poet - 2,724 Points John Westlake (9/10/2014 4:51:00 PM) Post reply

      Freedom indeed. Yet even this is unfortunately censored by some. Yet it will do for now

  • Gold Star - 18,261 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/10/2014 10:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    There are folklore poems and poems which have no known poets that are familiar with the countrymen who were working for a living.

    Replies for this message:
  • Gold Star - 18,261 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/10/2014 10:42:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    There are folklore poems and poems which have no known poets that are familiar with the countrymen who were working for a living in paddy fields, plantations, gardens in earlier eras. These poems have not kept for future generations through printed books but they were transferred to generation to generations in verbal singing

    Replies for this message:
  • Gold Star - 18,261 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/10/2014 10:40:00 AM) Post reply

    There are folklore poems and poems which have no known poets that are familiar with the countrymen who were working for a living in paddy fields, plantations, gardens in earlier eras. These poems have not kept for future generations through printed books but they were transferred to generation to generations in verbal singing. In my own country and state Kerala in northern side there were hundreds of thousands of " Vadakkan Pattu" or Northern poetry in praise of militant and strong leaders or tribal chieftains at that time who got care and concern from the rulers or kings of the area. They were sometimes quarrelled each other in fulfilling basic norms of fighting. These incidents written into poems are wonderful poetry of those times the people particularly the working women enjoyed in the middle of their work in such adverse climates of torrential rain and flood but their courage and capability to recite and recite making into chorus sometimes which attracted the people of the time where TV or Radio were not available. I think that poetry coming in these occasions are really the great poetry of the time but unfortunately they lacked preserving and in the brink of loss forever.The working class poem they are and their literary value and fascination immense.

  • Rookie - 247 Points Laughing@ You (9/10/2014 10:06:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Good morning from sunny, scorching, drought-ridden southern California! Hope you're all well.


    Little Song

    By Rowan Ricardo Phillips


    Both guitars run trebly. One noodles
    Over a groove. The other slushes chords.
    Then they switch. It’s quite an earnest affair.
    They close my eyes. I close their eyes. A horn
    Blares its inner air to brass. A girl shakes
    Her ass. Some dude does the same. The music’s
    Gone moot. Who doesn’t love it when the bass
    Doesn’t hide?When you can feel the trumpet peel
    Old oil and spit from deep down the empty
    Pit of a note or none or few?So don’t
    Give up on it yet: the scenario.
    You know that it’s just as tired of you
    As you are of it. Still, there’s much more to it
    Than that. It does not not get you quite wrong.



    Source: Poetry (September 2014) .

    Replies for this message:
    • Rookie - 247 Points Jefferson Carter (9/10/2014 1:24:00 PM) Post reply

      I don't know, sort of ok poem, but I hate this line: " Blares its inner air to brass." Something both trite and stiff about it.

  • Gold Star - 13,946 Points Mohammad Skati (9/9/2014 3:01:00 PM) Post reply

    Long time ago any poet or poetess was considered a real spokesman or a spokeswoman to his folk or to her folk. At all occasions poets were considered of great value in the victory of their nations or their tribes... Life has changed since then, but poets or poetesses are still of great value to their nations. Thanks.

[Hata Bildir]