Poetry here.
- henry quirk
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"... and I am not entitled to mine?"
Of course you are.
Me: just not seein' the point in goin' back & forth on sumthin' as subjective as poetry.
Now Dubious doesn't like *'Stinky Joe'. Okay. I can live with that.
I probably wouldn't care for what he likes.
it is what it is, and it ain't worth squabblin' about.
*my 12 year old, on the other hand, thought it was great (he laughed hs ass off)...so, as far as I'm concerned, 'Stinky Joe' served its purpose
Me: just not seein' the point in goin' back & forth on sumthin' as subjective as poetry.
Now Dubious doesn't like *'Stinky Joe'. Okay. I can live with that.
I probably wouldn't care for what he likes.
it is what it is, and it ain't worth squabblin' about.
*my 12 year old, on the other hand, thought it was great (he laughed hs ass off)...so, as far as I'm concerned, 'Stinky Joe' served its purpose
Re: Poetry here.
The cadence and two particular lines ("like I knew you would" and "for the very next time" reminded me of a rock song which I can't quite put my finger on. The cadence also resembles "happy jack" by The Who.
Just came to me! "Twist And Shout" has "like I knew she would". The other is still lurking but has not reared its head.
I read up your "Stinking Joe" poem to my adopted three-year-old daughter, and she loves it.
Just came to me! "Twist And Shout" has "like I knew she would". The other is still lurking but has not reared its head.
I read up your "Stinking Joe" poem to my adopted three-year-old daughter, and she loves it.
Re: Poetry here.
The Waggon of Life
Though creaking sometimes with the load,
Life's running waggon scarcely rocks.
Grey time conducts us down the road,
This driver never leaves the box.
We climb upon the boards at dawn
Full of wild devilment and crowing;
Spurning the languid life with scorn
We cry, 'go on get fucking going!'
But by midday we've lost that boldness,
Feeling the waggon shake and judder.
Dread are the heights and dizzy gorges,
We cry, 'slow down you silly bugger!'
On goes the waggon around the bend,
By evening well we know the rhythm.
Nodding we ride to our journey's end
Time's waggon ever onward driven.
Alexander Pushkin
Though creaking sometimes with the load,
Life's running waggon scarcely rocks.
Grey time conducts us down the road,
This driver never leaves the box.
We climb upon the boards at dawn
Full of wild devilment and crowing;
Spurning the languid life with scorn
We cry, 'go on get fucking going!'
But by midday we've lost that boldness,
Feeling the waggon shake and judder.
Dread are the heights and dizzy gorges,
We cry, 'slow down you silly bugger!'
On goes the waggon around the bend,
By evening well we know the rhythm.
Nodding we ride to our journey's end
Time's waggon ever onward driven.
Alexander Pushkin
Re: Poetry here.
Before it gets out of hand: I don't have a three-year-old. I don't have any children. No grandchildren, either. I am 64 now, so chances are no children any time in the future. And grandchildren only adopted ones, if I ever hitch with a partner who has them.
And any woman will laugh at just about anything, if the person who tells the joke is a good-looking guy, has been my experience. (Not that they would laugh at my jokes; the converse is also true. But I saw them laugh at humourless jokes tall guys told in company.)
Re: Poetry here.
...then who are you referring to since you mention "my adopted three year old daughter"?-1- wrote: ↑Sat Nov 17, 2018 1:27 amBefore it gets out of hand: I don't have a three-year-old. I don't have any children. No grandchildren, either. I am 64 now, so chances are no children any time in the future. And grandchildren only adopted ones, if I ever hitch with a partner who has them.
And any woman will laugh at just about anything, if the person who tells the joke is a good-looking guy, has been my experience. (Not that they would laugh at my jokes; the converse is also true. But I saw them laugh at humourless jokes tall guys told in company.)
It makes no difference; male or female a kid at that approximate age will laugh at anything most of which they don't even understand. In short, they can laugh just as easily at great poetry as at bunk poetry.
Re: Poetry here.
That was a lie. It was poetic licence; I wanted to shock you out of your socks. Obviously you are more resilient than that... I hadn't expected a calm acceptance of it by you, seeing you are so sensitive to bad poetry....then who are you referring to since you mention "my adopted three year old daughter"?
Re: Poetry here.
Good to know! I was beginning to wonder whether my brain cells were going dis-anthropic, no-longer able to determine relationships!
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Re: Poetry here.
Dubious - why not post one of your own?
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...and why would anyone be even remotely interested?
Good or bad, poetry is a dead art.
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"...and why would anyone be even remotely interested?"
Hey, I posted my crap.
Post yours.
Post yours.
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Re: Poetry here.
As many forms of art go, its quality remains in the eye of the beholder.
Do you think other forms of art are also dead in this age, or just poetry? I am only slightly interested in your answer.
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Poetry is thoroughly defunct. No other art is as defunct as poetry. The main reason for this should be obvious.attofishpi wrote: ↑Sun Nov 18, 2018 4:02 amAs many forms of art go, its quality remains in the eye of the beholder.
Do you think other forms of art are also dead in this age, or just poetry? I am only slightly interested in your answer.
I hope this response isn't too long!
Re: "...and why would anyone be even remotely interested?"
That would amount to advertising my limitations. I'd rather be a crap critic!
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Dubious, I am oblivious to what you think is obvious, so please don't remain surreptitious and explain, why poetry is a defunct art form..?Dubious wrote: ↑Sun Nov 18, 2018 7:55 amPoetry is thoroughly defunct. No other art is as defunct as poetry. The main reason for this should be obvious.attofishpi wrote: ↑Sun Nov 18, 2018 4:02 amAs many forms of art go, its quality remains in the eye of the beholder.
Do you think other forms of art are also dead in this age, or just poetry? I am only slightly interested in your answer.