Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(1/28/2014 3:16:00 AM)
Conversely, free verse is not rooted in music but only imitates the typographical presentation (the lineation) of metrical poetry. Why make this distinction?Because it’s another reason why poets write Iambic Pentameter. Writing metrical poetry is an acknowledgement of poetry’s musical roots.
Meter acknowledges our human capacity to find rhythm and pattern within language (as within all things) . I won’t argue that it’s a better way to write poetry. However, I will argue that writing meter is to partake in a tradition of poetry that is ancient and innate.
From Hartman's Free verse
(1/27/2014 7:48:00 PM)
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I really don't want to be sucked into what is happening here. I have taken JC's advice and am concentrating on reading and writing poetry. If any cowards want to tell me something they could send a message. Anytime I felt I needed to say something to anyone, I have done so under my name. Especially when it comes to Lamont Palmer. I have never shied away from a confrontation with him.
Due to the prejudice here, along with what I see now as an assumption that I am one of the characters dueling with Lamont, I posted one new poem under an alias(like no one has ever done that here) to see if the reaction is different than posting it under Mike Acker. Lo and behold, an individual who normally would not have commented, decided to give it a positive critique. I appreciate that. And I guess a Professor Plum hated it, so there you go. That was it. One poem.
I don't want to be dragged into the other cr@p. Lamont Palmer knows exactly what I think of him and his writings. He also knows, like the rest of you, that I have never shied away from saying it all as myself, Mike Acker. I have found a great forum and I can see that not much has changed here. Except for the names, of course.
And here is that poem so there is no mystery.
You were wild when I first saw you
on the rocky hills of the city of my birth,
where human hearts are barren now.
History does take its toll. You grew
where nothing should. Stingy with your beauty;
red wrinkled papyrus-paper for petals
with a blotch of black, and skinny, sickly
stems were all you could afford. Like all
who lived off these ancient stony grounds,
the centuries have blown away your need for
the wasteful seeds of vanity. Neither size
nor resplendence mattered there.
You are not for the foolish or the vain.
They will walk past you, blind in their quest.
Only the rebels and the rebellious
know your worth. For, in the confidence
of your posture and the strength with which
you carry your crude, crimson crown is where
your true beauty lies. No, you were never
one to fuss. Even before you'd blossom,
no thought of the aesthetic would cross your mind.
A hairy, hanging bulb is all one would see.
But, when the time came for you and your like
to bloom, you would burst open to spill pools
of red, flooding the stark landscapes. There are,
of course, those that surpass you in splendor,
color, or fragrance, but none have mastered
the art of simplicity, like you.
You always knew exactly what our hearts
required and gave it in fields of crimson.
As I grew, I traveled near and far
and saw tulips, luscious lilies, dashing
daisies, roses of every shape and size,
irresistible irises, lilacs,
carnations full and fat, stoic, splendid
gladiolas, intricate orchids, and
scent-full jasmines, but none ever
took my breath away. Always stowed in the back
of flower shops is where I would find you.
I was fortunate though, because all the
women I have loved had loved you. I always
wondered what your appeal was. What did you
ever offer beyond your wrinkled petals
and hairy stems?I suppose it doesn't really
matter, since you already had me, at first sight.
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(1/28/2014 1:34:00 PM)
In all due respect, you weren't the first person to like the poem. I was just letting you know it might be published. I may look to trim it a bit before its all over with. Everything can use a nip ... more
(1/28/2014 11:27:00 AM)
Thoroughly confused. I post a poem, then you post another poem albeit " longer" and??? I have loyalty to no individual. My loyalty is to the writings in general. You should know that be ... more
(1/28/2014 7:58:00 AM)
Actually I don't think its very long, but thats what they wrote back to me on it. -LP
(1/28/2014 7:55:00 AM)
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You know Mike, for all your a loyalty to ... more
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(1/27/2014 7:30:00 PM)
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I got this message from " Tony" about gossip on the forum? I don't understand what is going on. Who is Professor Plum today? I will post it as a reply.
(1/27/2014 12:59:00 PM)
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They both write pretty good poems, but YOU on the other hand do not. Awful poems.
How come when you reference a poem by Acker he never responds?
When Acker posts something you never 'answer' him like you answer (degrade?) everyone else?
How are you and Acker both so interested in German Culture?
You both like to spell a$$hole in a similar manner?
You both hate Sherrie and Lamont, and most everyone else except JC?
On pages 15-20 of your (Acker's) posts you sound eerily like Therrie/Tony/Hawg/Acker when you hysterically try and defend yourself from Lamont?
I don't know who you are REALLY, but you are 'Mike Acker' and those terrible poems belong to you. Summer '06, Purple Opossums, and my favorite, Two Boats Wondering in the Night (or whatever it is) . Those are very BAD poems and YOU wrote them. Congratulations Numb-nuts, you are a terrible writer!Replies for this message:
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(1/27/2014 2:05:00 PM)
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Tony Maletto Male,56, United States (1/19/2014 6: 21: 00 PM) ......................................... (from Mike Slacker Acker's poem called Mediocrities) ................................... C ... more
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Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(1/27/2014 11:34:00 AM)
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" Tony Maletto" - still chasing after me (and now Lamont) like a little boy/girl after his/her unrequited crush. He/she is the special ed student who can't seem to understand the word, " no." Tu no eres in mi clase, chica/o. Ugh, I prefer those with superior brains - like my own. Have fun, " Lamont" .
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(1/27/2014 11:20:00 AM)
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" Tony Maletto" - refuted the claim that s/he is embittered, but did not refute the claim that s/he is stupid. Case closed.
" and all the lousy little poets
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin' "
(1/27/2014 10:58:00 AM)
Lamont wrote to Therrie/Tony:
" Let me tell you something: if you don't think the first three or four lines of Prell isn't more musical and poetic than JC's poem, you are FREAKING crazy. JC's opening sounds like the beginning of a novel:
'I remember lying on Nancy's bed, Nancy on one side, her older sister on the other, sunlight warming our bare legs as I recited my new & remembered thinking, I love women, the way they smell, how they look & feel.'
Pretty banal. Prell's opening is......POETIC. Quotable. And yes, authoritative. But I give it to JC, he's a clever, entertaining writer. I've always admitted that. Nuff said, as its not fair to involve JC in this. -LP"
I really do wish you two would leave me and my poems out of your flame war. Lamont, you're so fuckin' stubborn, I know this is a pointless request. If you see no formal elements being exploited in my plain-voiced poems, you're just exposing your ignorance of modern poetics. Line breaks, imagery, figures of speech and mild alliteration ARE formal devices that heighten any poem's expressiveness. Since the only music you can experience is iambic, you're blind and deaf to anything subtle.
But that's not what I want to say. LAMONT, STOP DEFENDING YOURSELF AGAINST THERRIE/TONY! YOU JUST COME ACROSS AS NEUROTIC, INSECURE, SELF_OBSESSED, AND HALF-CRAZY! LET IT GO! Therrie will get bored talking to himself and go away. I promise!
(1/27/2014 10:53:00 AM)
If that was your ONLY objective, to prove I have no talent, (eyeroll) then you failed miserably. By repeating something foolish over and over again doesn't make it true. My 'bark' and my talent are in sync and just fine. So what have we learned here today?One's 'oinion' is just that....a mere opinion, and it doesn't change a thing. You wasted my time, the forum's time, and your own, if you have a life at all. Which I doubt. Goodbye asshole. You'll think twice before trying this again with anyone else...and certainly Lamont Palmer. -LP
(1/27/2014 10:35:00 AM)
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Not only are you a numb-nuts, but you are THE most boring writer I've ever read. I advise you to stop writing for a year or so, and wrap yourself up in some good contemporary prose writers. Joyce, Hemingway, Poe, Dr. Seuss. Dr. Seuss is German like Acker and yourself. Maybe you'll enjoy him. Your rants are more boring than your poems, and that's saying something.Replies for this message:
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(1/27/2014 6:58:00 AM)
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One of my first poems, when I got back into the art(?) in 2006..
Thank God I’m an Atheist ©
One fine night, in the middle of the day,
two atheists knelt down to pray.
Hymn books opened upside-down,
in Top Hat n' Tails, and their dressing gown.
The in-verse lyrics from the page,
sung happily with joyous rage.
Two old friends, first meeting each other,
(both my Grandad’s grandson’s sister’s brother.)
With sufficient humility, to make them proud,
in perfect silence, they roared out loud.
“All things dim and dutiful,
all tree cures smate and groll.
All things dense and blunderfull,
what good is a square ball?”
Cursed by the blessing,
and accepted by rejection.
As welcoming as Ebenezer,
(when it’s time to pass the collection.)
Thanking God for their disbelief,
from their heads up to their toes.
And then with Pious reverence,
they did pick each other’s nose.
These two brave cowards stand as one
In truth they are my father’s son.
You students of genealogy,
must unsurely disagree.
For my Grandad’s grandson’s sister’s brother,
Can be none other than…..
p.s.: -(Some students of genealogy,
have been giving me some bother.
They’ve pointed out, without a doubt,
it could also be my brother!)