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Sir Frederick
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the groups i post in
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Ilya the Bat
Julian wrote:
> Sir Frederick wrote:
> > It's called "cross posting", a low class form of trashing.
> > If your concern is for more than your trolling then tend
> > each NG and each responding post in that NG, individually.
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> Spambot is not to open to reason.
Not open to bad reason.
Robert Cohen
Ilya is a poet & knows-it
A lone refugee from Russia who knows from poetry &
literature--manifestly, a backward illiterate people who think in
cyrillic and compose in riddillic & riddles.
Proves you don't have to know a foreign language to get some of the
excessive flavor of its overly rich language/poetry.
If my Grandmother were still alive, she might actually be able to
explain some; because I'm too much the literalist to appreciate
Biblical stuff & poetry, though her accent was difficult for me.
She may have initiated/coined the terrific term: "guesstimate"
"Good fences don't necssarily make good neighbors; but it sort of
sounds good to proclaim just the same."
An Ogden Nash Wannabe
William Blake Jr.
Robert Cohen wrote:
> Endorsements from the unoriginal peaNUT gallery:
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> Ilya is a poet & knows-it
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> A lone refugee from Russia who knows from poetry &
> literature--manifestly, a backward illiterate people who think in
> cyrillic and compose in riddillic & riddles.
>
> Proves you don't have to know a foreign language to get some of the
> excessive flavor of its overly rich language/poetry.
>
> If my Grandmother were still alive, she might actually be able to
> explain some; because I'm too much the literalist to appreciate
> Biblical stuff & poetry, though her accent was difficult for me.
Think in metaphor. A good exercise would be to look at something and
try to look for what other things it reminds you of. Say for example
you look at a tree and start asking, what else does (any part of) it
look like, what does it sound like, and then as you go through these
things see what impression you get.
Some of my better stuff I glean from visual art. What I try to do there
is wrap the words around the pictures, creating a verbal impression of
the piece of art - using words, phrases, etc., that convey the picture
as though it was a painting. When dealing with feelings, I seek to find
the words and the metaphors that convey the feeling in themselves and
then weave to create a more complete impression.
I suppose one could call this style verbal impressionism. Here is an
example.
The glorious enchanted she-spider
Is weaving her web again
The lights of the street lamps are wider
And branches are drenched with rain
The light of the moon pours diffusely
Through fog upon the ground,
The headlights of cars shine profusely
And through them the web is wound -
Night cloudy and full of vapor:
Night foggy that pours forth soul
The den of enchanted she-spider
Holds heart and then makes it whole
Caressing, expressing, impressing -
Delirium it will instil
To all of the world's faults confessing
And from it forging Will
Which she will in her web hold
And make it bear great fruit:
Who knows it? Who ever told?
And if so, who could refute?
The glorious enchanted she-spider:
She who makes love from pain,
Beauty and truth beside her:
Fog, and beyond it, rain:
Tender still night, and silent
And in it dwells respite:
Indigo, yellow, violet -
Greet this, the holy night!
Greet she-spider, her the angel
Of beauty and delight,
Greet the intent and danger -
Greet and gain second sight!
Greet her, she's again here
Showing what's warm and sweet,
Greet her, and her revere:
And in her web let's meet -
There within her embraces!
In her web midst the trees!
There where she life entrances -
And puts the mind at ease -
While making it to blossom
And bear the fruit that's true.
She-spider! You are awesome!
And I thank you for you!
Ilya Shambat.
Robert Cohen
Calvin Trillin & Ogden Nash would not be by me parodied,
If this grammar school student didn't know 3rd base from an ash,
I sorta like to pretend that poetry
Is something that I understand & crave,
But not exactly haved
poet's license: "haved" has a longgggg "a"
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/arts/AP-Poet-Laureate.html
There is, of course, a free marketing cookie registration slight hassle
for most of the excellent NY TIMES on-line.
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/arts/AP-Poet-Laureate.html