Post by George Harrison on Feb 26, 2009 5:31:28 GMT -5
This is mostly for the people on these boards who both write and read poetry, well I suppose all of this board because of song lyrics etc,
but do you think every sentence can be considered poetic? Can everything be considered beautiful?
I'll explain as little as I can, but after studying (and writing,) poetry, I have come to the conclusion that a LOT of stuff is analysed FAR too much. There are originals, but then there are their spawn who, to me, aren't actually doing anything different. When I was in school I studied a poet called Simon Armatage and he has wrote such "wonderful" poetry as,
I have never read that poem until just now when I researched him for this thread, but there is an entire poem of his that is roughly 50 lines that has that exact them running through it, and it is the same vain as the Tom Waits song "The Piano Has Been Drinking" until it ends this way...
Now I have spent hours upon hours upon days scratching my brains out trying to write, trying to express just how I feel in words, but not been able to, yet it seems like a lot of poetry is all a big jumble and mixture of words, some of it like this seem clever and originally put together, but are they poetic are are they just... outlandish and bizarre?
That is written by perhaps the greatest ever poet, Dylan Thomas. Some will love it for it's beauty they find, some won't understand it, some will love it because they don't understand it, some will understand it the way they want to understand it, and some will just say they understand it but why? What deems something as poetic? In that very same tense I could walk out of my door, turn right onto the derelict estate and make EVERYTHING seem and sound so poetic by just jumbling a set of words, or playing with an idea; in my head, if that is indeed the case, that makes everything the same. I can turn my head and make it sound poetic, but is it really? How can one man write such perfect craft, and another man not?
How can anyone decide?
The bottom line is this, if something that is that is deemed to be complex and contrived, and to an extent completely baffling unless you relate to it, is considered good poetry, then by the same rule can't something that is deemed bad be taken in the same context and therefore be considered good?
but do you think every sentence can be considered poetic? Can everything be considered beautiful?
I'll explain as little as I can, but after studying (and writing,) poetry, I have come to the conclusion that a LOT of stuff is analysed FAR too much. There are originals, but then there are their spawn who, to me, aren't actually doing anything different. When I was in school I studied a poet called Simon Armatage and he has wrote such "wonderful" poetry as,
His nostrils were both barrels of a shotgun, loaded.
And his mouth was an oil exploration project gone bankrupt
and his smile was a caesarean section
and his tongue was an iguanodon
and his whistle was a laser beam
and his laugh was a bad case of kennel cough.
He coughed, and it was malt whisky.
And his mouth was an oil exploration project gone bankrupt
and his smile was a caesarean section
and his tongue was an iguanodon
and his whistle was a laser beam
and his laugh was a bad case of kennel cough.
He coughed, and it was malt whisky.
I have never read that poem until just now when I researched him for this thread, but there is an entire poem of his that is roughly 50 lines that has that exact them running through it, and it is the same vain as the Tom Waits song "The Piano Has Been Drinking" until it ends this way...
She was a chair, tipped over backwards
with his donkey jacket on her shoulders.
They told him,
and his face was a hole
where the ice had not been thick enough to hold her.
with his donkey jacket on her shoulders.
They told him,
and his face was a hole
where the ice had not been thick enough to hold her.
Now I have spent hours upon hours upon days scratching my brains out trying to write, trying to express just how I feel in words, but not been able to, yet it seems like a lot of poetry is all a big jumble and mixture of words, some of it like this seem clever and originally put together, but are they poetic are are they just... outlandish and bizarre?
On almost the incendiary eve
Of deaths and entrances,
When near and strange wounded on London's waves
Have sought your single grave,
One enemy, of many, who knows well
Your heart is luminous
In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves,
Will pull the thunderbolts
To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys
And sear just riders back,
Until that one loved least
Looms the last Samson of your zodiac.
Of deaths and entrances,
When near and strange wounded on London's waves
Have sought your single grave,
One enemy, of many, who knows well
Your heart is luminous
In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves,
Will pull the thunderbolts
To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys
And sear just riders back,
Until that one loved least
Looms the last Samson of your zodiac.
That is written by perhaps the greatest ever poet, Dylan Thomas. Some will love it for it's beauty they find, some won't understand it, some will love it because they don't understand it, some will understand it the way they want to understand it, and some will just say they understand it but why? What deems something as poetic? In that very same tense I could walk out of my door, turn right onto the derelict estate and make EVERYTHING seem and sound so poetic by just jumbling a set of words, or playing with an idea; in my head, if that is indeed the case, that makes everything the same. I can turn my head and make it sound poetic, but is it really? How can one man write such perfect craft, and another man not?
How can anyone decide?
The bottom line is this, if something that is that is deemed to be complex and contrived, and to an extent completely baffling unless you relate to it, is considered good poetry, then by the same rule can't something that is deemed bad be taken in the same context and therefore be considered good?
