National Poetry Month
Karla
Instead, I'm going to lean on my trusty A HANDBOOK TO LITERATURE by C. Hugh
Holman, Based on the original by William Flint Thrall and Addison Hibbard,
Third Edition:
Poetry: A term applied to the many forms in which man has given a rhythmic
expression to his most imaginative and intense perceptions of his world,
himself, and the interrelationship of the two. Only through an examination
of its origins and certain aspects of its nature can anything significant
be said about poetry . . .
The following attempts to define poetry are noteworthy:
I would define the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
It's sole arbiter is taste. With the intellect or with the conscience it
has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern
whatever either with duty or truth.--Edgar Allen Poe
Poetry is the imaginative expression of strong feeling, usually rhythmical
. . . the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings recollected in
tranquility.--William Wordsworth
The proper and immediate object of Science is the acquirement of
communication of truth; the proper and immediate object of Poetry is the
communication of pleasure.--Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poetry . . . a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a
criticism by the laws of poetry truth and beauty.--Matthew Arnold
Absolute poetry is the concrete and artistic expression of the human mind
in emotional and rhythmical language.--Theodore Watts-Dunton
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the best and
happiest minds.--Shelley
. . . speech framed . . . to be heard for its own sake and interest even
over and above its interest of meaning.--Gerard Manley Hopkins
An actual poem is the succession of experiences--sounds, images, thoughts,
emotions--through which we pass when we are reading as poetically as we
can.--Andrew Bradley
. . . the rhythmic, inevitably narrative, movement from an overclothed
blindness to a naked vision.--Dylan Thomas
. . . the presentment in musical form, to the imagination, of noble grounds
for the noble emotions.--Ruskin
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm
me, I know that it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head
were taken off, I know that is poetry.--Emily Dickinson
Poetry is language that tells us, through a more or less emotional
reaction, something that cannot be said. All poetry, great or small, does
this.--Edwin Arlington Robinson
The art which uses words as both speech and song to reveal the realities
that the senses record, the feeling salute, the mind perceives, and the
shaping imagination orders.--Babette Deutsch
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To the list above, I'll add these quotes for your consideration:
With this pen I take in hand my selves
and with these dead disciples I will grapple.
Though rain curses the window
let the poem be made.
- Anne Sexton
A poet's work is to name the unnamable, to point
at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the
world, and stop it from going to sleep.
- Salman Rushdie
One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made
verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written.
Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common
to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet
says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his
readers recognize its validity for themselves.
- W. H. Auden
Poetry amounts to arranging words with the greatest specific
gravity in the most effective and externally inevitable sequence.
- Joseph Brodsky
Nothing whips my blood like verse.
- Willam Carlos Williams
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic,
is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt,
in a sense, against actuality.
- James Joyce
The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven
to earth, from earth to heaven; and, as imagination bodies forth
the forms of things unknown, the poets pen turns them to shapes,
and gives airy nothing a local habitation and a name.
- William Shakespeare
Poetry always remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written
art. It remembers that it was first song.
- Jorge Luis Borges
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is
not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of
course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to
want to escape from these things.
- T.S. Eliot
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
- Mark Strand
There's no money in poetry, but there's no poetry in money, either.
- Robert Graves
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
- Plato
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might
have let him alone.
- Thomas Hardy
Beau Blue
Poetry is an annoying habit!
ANOTHER good excuse for not going to work.
A well proven way to pick up girls.
Thirty-one boxes of books that makes moving day SUCH a joy.
An interesting way to bewilder a CPA at tax time.
A way to slit your wrists without endangering your life.
A socially acceptable way of asking someone you just met,
"wanna fuck?"
An answer Lori gives to people who ask, "Why is he LIKE that?"
-blue
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Bill Minor * Robert Sward <> Internet Broadsides
Morton Marcus * Renay <> Contemporary American Poetry
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Sugir Jinn
FOAD, troll.
You are frivolously suing me.
Your poetry isn't... K?
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"Karla" <kar...@sbcNOSPAMglobal.net> wrote in message news:c39013drqjv81i68i...@4ax.com...
Julie
"If writing poetry isn't an *emotion*, then I don't know what it is."
Marg/pandora
== Julie
Sugir Jinn
"Julie" <msjo...@yahoo.com> wrote in message news:eupo5...@drn.newsguy.com...
> "If writing poetry isn't an *emotion*, then I don't know what it is."
> Marg/pandora
>
> == Julie
Waiting for Pandora
I went with pen to write a poem, but
it had no bleeding heart. So I killed it
and its puppy. Threw the puppy brains
at an ice-cream truck.
If I get to poetry I think I'd need some good.
{kisses}
jeann...@aol.com
A generous act; a gracious gesture...
Thank you.
btw I caught part of a plagiarism panel with Latham, Posner and others
on BookTV
yesterday wherein a case was made for culmination of experiences as a
cause
for copying of sorts since the originality phase helped redefine
plagiarism. Now
I see from what you provided what was meant by some of what was said.
I posit that by the time we catch on to living, life is nearly
ended...;>
Then I read Beau's bits and laughed aloud, end of cogitation.
Jeanne
Don H
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was an aid to memory in pre-literate times, enabling the wisdom of ancestors
to be passed down from one generation to the next. Hence, its structure was
such that a rhythmic chant assisted memory; fortified by rhyme. With advent
of writing and printing, poetry declined, retained mainly in the lyrics of
music, and, to some extent, in stage performances - the blank verse of
Shakespeare. Verse (short line), and stanzas, are the main characteristics
of poetry; with rhythm and rhyme.
As with advent of photography, which put portrait / landscape painting
out-of-business, poetry has now become the refuge of literary dilettantes,
with their "free verse" (the literary equivalent of "modern art").
Does poetry retain some noble content? a relic of the ballads of old?
Maybe. But it is still as an aid to memory that it is useful, even today -
as in "Thirty days hath September..." and other such ditties. But poetry
can have any content you like - and who is to exclude the poems of Ogden
Nash and Pam Ayres? - much less the bawdy Limerick?
If you have a coterie of admirers, then what you write is poetry, and to
hell with outsiders.
The best poem is the one easiest to memorise - as to whether it is worth
memorising, well, that's another matter.
Sugir Jinn
<jeann...@aol.com> wrote in message news:1175540692.2...@b75g2000hsg.googlegroups.com...
Karla,
A generous act; a gracious gesture...
## This fat idiot is suing me over a poem that is valueless.
Thank you.
## You can't even post correctly...
btw I caught part of a plagiarism panel with Latham, Posner and others
on BookTV
yesterday wherein a case was made for culmination of experiences as a
cause
## Copyright law is pretty clear. FAT-idiot thinks she can plead
derivation -- for disparate-modified phrases in a /Usenet/ video.
## If venue doesn't change to my area --- makes it hard
for me to present my case to the jury. Since she/he thinks
she/he is making more than $30,000 one would think she would
cum to me.
for copying of sorts since the originality phase helped redefine
plagiarism. Now
I see from what you provided what was meant by some of what was said.
## You are one of the dumbest idiots posting here.
I posit that by the time we catch on to living, life is nearly
ended...;>
## Not really... I have a moron that is harassing me.
Pretty simple, really...
Then I read Beau's bits and laughed aloud, end of cogitation.
## Pass the Merlot.
Jeanne
## If turds spoke ...
Sugir Jinn
"Don H" <donlhu...@bigpond.com> wrote in message news:VucQh.7890$M.3...@news-server.bigpond.net.au...
> # Poetry: Like most human inventions, poetry had utilitarian origins - it
All "words" are /human inventions/ - tautology...
> was an aid to memory in pre-literate times, enabling the wisdom of ancestors
> to be passed down from one generation to the next. Hence, its structure was
> such that a rhythmic chant assisted memory; fortified by rhyme.
You might read:
http://scrawlmark.org/proso.html
> With advent
> of writing and printing,
Printing has a /history/...
(took 400 years for "continuous sheet" printing to /happen/...
See: William A. Bullock
http://www.famousamericans.net/williamabullock/ )
>poetry declined,
Really... ??
> retained mainly in the lyrics of
> music, and, to some extent, in stage performances - the blank verse of
> Shakespeare. Verse (short line), and stanzas, are the main characteristics
> of poetry; with rhythm and rhyme.
There are more horses now - than rode cowboys.
> As with advent of photography, which put portrait / landscape painting
> out-of-business, poetry has now become the refuge of literary dilettantes,
> with their "free verse" (the literary equivalent of "modern art").
Those fyckers!
> Does poetry retain some noble content? a relic of the ballads of old?
> Maybe. But it is still as an aid to memory that it is useful, even today -
> as in "Thirty days hath September..." and other such ditties. But poetry
> can have any content you like - and who is to exclude the poems of Ogden
> Nash and Pam Ayres? - much less the bawdy Limerick?
There isn't an exclusion, there are simply /things/ that absorb
mindspace more than word piles.
> If you have a coterie of admirers, then what you write is poetry, and to
> hell with outsiders.
> The best poem is the one easiest to memorise - as to whether it is worth
> memorising, well, that's another matter.
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
-dylan t.
Don H
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"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower, drives my green
age; that blasts the roots of trees, is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose, my youth is bent by the same wintry
fever. The force that drives the water through the rocks, drives my red
blood; that dries the mouthing streams, turns mine to wax. And I am dumb to
mouth unto my veins, how at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks. The
hand that whirls the water in the pool, stirs the quicksand; that ropes the
blowing wind, hauls my shroud sail. And I am dumb to tell the hanging man,
how of my clay is made the hangman's lime. The lips of time leech to the
fountain head; love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood shall calm her
sores. And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind how time has ticked a heaven
round the stars. And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb, how at my sheet
goes the same crooked worm." -dylan t.
- well, that converts it into prose. Now to work out what the hell it all
means.... Nature is everywhere? There! Said it in one.
"A precis makes, of prolix, nice; verbosity cut, in one quick slice."
Sugir Jinn
"Don H" <donlhu...@bigpond.com> wrote in message news:BoAQh.8916$M.6...@news-server.bigpond.net.au...
Not in my mind.
Barbara's Cat
> What is poetry?
[ A very fine collection of quotes ]
[ respectfully snipped and saved. ]
Poetry is:
My daughter's shoes sitting
beside the front door.
--
Cm~
"I suppose you want me to go to night school
and read poems."
- James Cagney, /The Public Enemy/
Dennis M. Hammes
> verbosity cut, in one quick slice."
>
Naaah, that's what /I/ did.
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Dennis M. Hammes
> Karla <kar...@sbcNOSPAMglobal.net> said:
>
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>>What is poetry?
>
>
> [ A very fine collection of quotes ]
> [ respectfully snipped and saved. ]
>
>
> Poetry is:
>
> My daughter's shoes sitting
> beside the front door.
>
Inside or outside?
jeann...@aol.com
So, how did you spend your birthday,
assuming my memory is correct relative
to the 6th of National Poetry Month...
I picture you cycling through the snow...;>
Jeanne
On Apr 4, 3:45�am, "Dennis M. Hammes" <scrawlm...@arvig.net> wrote:
> Barbara's Cat wrote:
> I do not "negotiate" for half my baby back, Solomon.http://scrawlmark.org- Hide quoted text -
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> - Show quoted text -
Sugir Jinn
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<jeann...@aol.com> wrote in message news:1175958844.3...@p77g2000hsh.googlegroups.com...
Dennis,
So, how did you spend your birthday,
assuming my memory is correct relative
to the 6th of National Poetry Month...
I picture you cycling through the snow...;>
Jeanne
Dennis M. Hammes
> Dennis,
>
> So, how did you spend your birthday,
> assuming my memory is correct relative
> to the 6th of National Poetry Month...
>
> I picture you cycling through the snow...;>
Last time I did that, I ripped a knee (there was ice under the snow,
an' de Combat Reflex ain't no mo' connected to de Combat Bone).
But it was midnight a.m. /this/ morning that I became Officially
Old, so I haven't spent it yet.
Climbed by a grandneice, likely.
Oysters and cheese, possibly.
Couple of my nephew's wines, probably.
Some of the Good cigars, certainly.
Barbara's Cat
> You are a bore.
"Mental retardation" is a popular phrase used
for describing the significantly below-normal
intelligence quotient displayed by Tom Bishop.
--
Cm~
Mousy Tom Bishop LARTed me
for "moronic harassment".
You can't see this post.
Dennis M. Hammes
> Mousy Tom "Bitter Moron" Bishop squeaked:
>
>
>>You are a bore.
>
>
> "Mental retardation" is a popular phrase used
> for describing the significantly below-normal
> intelligence quotient displayed by Tom Bishop.
>
So are "moron" and "borderline idiot."
But the Preferred (PC) term is "Special."
jeann...@aol.com
Well, many happy returns, young man...;>
May every day include a few of your maybes.
Sorry to hear about your cycling pain.
Now you can ride a unicycle upside down?
Jeanne
On Apr 8, 12:57�am, "Dennis M. Hammes" <scrawlm...@arvig.net> wrote:
Dennis M. Hammes
> Dennis,
>
> Well, many happy returns, young man...;>
>
> May every day include a few of your maybes.
Since we have, since Will Rogers, actually managed /several/ "good
five-cent cigars," it will.
Even though inflation's run 'em over fifty cents, which useta be
the pejorative for a Rich Man's Seegar.
Actual "stogies" (real dog-rockets from Wheeling Cigar) were
threefer a nickel.
>
> Sorry to hear about your cycling pain.
That was -- good grief -- over two years ago, now.
Knee's still summat screwed up though not in pain per se.
Was, hey, just last month, it finally went upstairs by itself
(with me on top of it).
>
> Now you can ride a unicycle upside down?
On a highwire, even.
And /much/ easier than right side up.
jeann...@aol.com
Fortunately, you have great shoulders to fall back on...;>
Weather in your area always catches my eye on tv.
Hope you are doing okay, given the challenge therein.
Here, the absence of rain is worrisome with summer
on the way. Saw my first ant the other day; they signal
spring may flit past before we see a fly fly by. Bougainvillea
blossoms fushia beyond this window where the century
plant bends back down to poke toward my wide window.
This plant has been milked by bees and hummingbirds
into a pale yellow feathered version of its first self. Beside
where it bends, a towering bamboo, first born in 1990 in
a pot we long since removed, is dropping yellowed spears
as it sprouts sharp green shoots. I do not miss winter
such as you know now and I knew in New England ago.
Last year's rain seemed more than fourteen inches. This
year's is two inches here, five inches there and sprinklers
make up the difference as if drought is not what's next...;>
Just saw: One Brief Shining Moment, a documentary re:
McGovern which reminded me of how I voted for him then.
I was so busy in those days in the working, mothering
and night schools that I was unaware of much now part
of history well told in this film. Am reading: Sweet Jesus
How I Hate Bill O'Reilly which amuses and horrifies at once.
I bought another signed copy at their site and offered to
mail it to Keith O. and staff, in case they need more laughs.
Of course, two dozen books started and in-process have
used my favorite bookmarks; have resorted to using The
Nation's postcards for place markers vice mumbling when
they drop out as I open and scan each week's issue..;>
Be well, dear friend, may your knees let you mount Everest!
Jeanne
On Apr 10, 6:14�am, "Dennis M. Hammes" <scrawlm...@arvig.net> wrote:
Sugir Jinn
<jeann...@aol.com> wrote in message news:1176327983....@l77g2000hsb.googlegroups.com...
Dennis,
Fortunately, you have great shoulders to fall back on...;>
Weather in your area always catches my eye on tv.
### And you still can't post correctly. You are dumb as dirt?
Hope you are doing okay, given the challenge therein.
### This is you sucking up to someone that knows
you are a moron.
Here, the absence of rain is worrisome with summer
on the way. Saw my first ant the other day; they signal
spring may flit past before we see a fly fly by. Bougainvillea
blossoms fushia beyond this window where the century
plant bends back down to poke toward my wide window.
This plant has been milked by bees and hummingbirds
into a pale yellow feathered version of its first self. Beside
where it bends, a towering bamboo, first born in 1990 in
a pot we long since removed, is dropping yellowed spears
as it sprouts sharp green shoots. I do not miss winter
such as you know now and I knew in New England ago.
### <sigh>
Last year's rain seemed more than fourteen inches. This
year's is two inches here, five inches there and sprinklers
make up the difference as if drought is not what's next...;>
Just saw: One Brief Shining Moment, a documentary re:
McGovern which reminded me of how I voted for him then.
I was so busy in those days in the working, mothering
and night schools that I was unaware of much now part
of history well told in this film. Am reading: Sweet Jesus
How I Hate Bill O'Reilly which amuses and horrifies at once.
I bought another signed copy at their site and offered to
mail it to Keith O. and staff, in case they need more laughs.
Of course, two dozen books started and in-process have
used my favorite bookmarks; have resorted to using The
Nation's postcards for place markers vice mumbling when
they drop out as I open and scan each week's issue..;>
Be well, dear friend, may your knees let you mount Everest!
### if only you had a clue about poetry, <sigh> <sigh>
Jeanne
Dennis M. Hammes
>
> Last year's rain seemed more than fourteen inches. This
> year's is two inches here, five inches there and sprinklers
> make up the difference as if drought is not what's next...;>
>
With all them dam' penguins dancing pieces off the Antarctic shelf,
you'll not hafta water your lawn when the ocean reaches it.
For 10,000 years since the Wurm turned, man built fires, polluting
the atmosphere with smoke particles.
The smoke particles catalysed the condensation of water, and it
rained, cleaning the air.
For 40,000 years, certain Apache and Dakotah tribes made Happy
Feet, pounding up enough dust to catalyse the precipitation of rain.
Recently, heathen Protestants in CauliFAWnyuh have asserted that we
Holy Men (who know these Ways of the Gods, called "law") may no
longer smoke.
Where there are no smoke particles, there is no rain.
Smoke, or participate in the upcoming Water Riots.
Dennis M. Hammes
>
> ### if only you had a clue about poetry, <sigh> <sigh>
>
There was an old Bishop, a twit
Whose miter was such a tight fit
That it squeezed, to our fears,
His brains out of his ears,
But it turned out to be only shit.
jeann...@aol.com
A welcome justification for me to continue doing my part.
Thank you, dear sage of the north...;>
Jeanne
On Apr 12, 12:52�am, "Dennis M. Hammes" <scrawlm...@arvig.net> wrote:
jeann...@aol.com
That explains the flies around when Sugin Jinn posts.
I tend to ignore them...;>
Jeanne
Sugir Jinn
<jeann...@aol.com> wrote in message news:1176565604....@q75g2000hsh.googlegroups.com...
Dennis,
That explains the flies around when Sugin Jinn posts.
I tend to ignore them...;>
They are too clever for you.
Don't fee bad. You can't tell poetry from prose.
Will Dockery
National Poetry Writing Month
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Poetry_Writing_Month