― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Friday, 7 May 2004 23:15 (twenty-one years ago)
This is by and large why I write poetry, as well: to discover new ways of reading the rest of life as poetry. But a more pragmatic answer might be that I write poetry because people ask me to, and otherwise I generally don't specifically write poetry. (Though I might write or do other things and use the skills I discovered in writing poetry.)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Saturday, 8 May 2004 01:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Saturday, 8 May 2004 01:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― yesabibliophile (yesabibliophile), Saturday, 8 May 2004 14:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Saturday, 8 May 2004 16:24 (twenty-one years ago)
Or something like that. (Now I feel horribly pretentious.) A real high minus drugs. No adverse physical reactions. Overdoses won't kill you.
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Saturday, 8 May 2004 19:48 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Sunday, 9 May 2004 02:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― aimurchie, Sunday, 9 May 2004 03:59 (twenty-one years ago)
no, it is not. there is a reason why prose outsells poetry by at least 100 to 1.
― DV (dirtyvicar), Sunday, 9 May 2004 09:19 (twenty-one years ago)
So often I run into "Why do you do that?" as in "You know you can't make money at that" or "You know, no one reads poetry these days" type attitude. It's nice to fall into this community/thread and have people understand.
I don't think anyone being any more pretentious about writing poetry than I would someone who breathes... it's just the way we are...
― yesabibliophile (yesabibliophile), Monday, 10 May 2004 12:56 (twenty-one years ago)
I like that answer enough to steal it. As for why I *write* it: "because there is a voice inside me that will not be still". Because words are all I am good at and occasionally they reward me for loving them by making the world completely new for me.
Oh and to win the respect and adoration of my peers of course.
― Archel (Archel), Monday, 10 May 2004 14:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Monday, 10 May 2004 15:34 (twenty-one years ago)
"Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, Lady, were no crime...
("...The grave's a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.")
― Donald, Monday, 10 May 2004 15:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Monday, 10 May 2004 16:05 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Monday, 10 May 2004 17:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― Donald, Monday, 10 May 2004 18:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Monday, 10 May 2004 18:31 (twenty-one years ago)
Then again, I have a generalized intelligence fetish, not a specific sensitivity one, so I would think that.
― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Monday, 10 May 2004 23:36 (twenty-one years ago)
That gives chicks the creeps!
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 11 May 2004 02:53 (twenty-one years ago)
gives the creeps the chicks! Oh OK, maybe not... (I agree, that poem is a bit creepy, and Marvell sounds like Humbert Humbert.) I therefore clarify: I read poetry to BE seduced, and write poetry TO seduce. AC/DC, see?
― Donald, Tuesday, 11 May 2004 13:42 (twenty-one years ago)
Why they should say it in *that* way, though - that question maybe abides.
I suppose it is to do with a sense that poetry is the place you send intense feeling, or the medium in which you deliver intense feeling. Those metaphors are both damagingly bad - no matter, it is late. I am sticking by my idea that a poem might be about something: an attempt to say something that you haven't quite formulated yet.
― the pomefox, Tuesday, 11 May 2004 20:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 20:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 21:30 (twenty-one years ago)
(Sheezp, sorry in advance if that sounds like it's denigrating poetry -- if I'm bitter against any form right now it's the essay but that's a looooong story)
― Ann Sterzinger (Ann Sterzinger), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 21:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 22:50 (twenty-one years ago)
Donald! You've done it again! That's terrific! That's true! (But not in any literal way, necessarily. More a figure of speech! But then, I am a little old lady, so....
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Wednesday, 12 May 2004 13:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― the bluefox, Wednesday, 12 May 2004 14:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 12 May 2004 15:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― donald, Wednesday, 12 May 2004 15:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 12 May 2004 16:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Wednesday, 12 May 2004 16:49 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Wednesday, 12 May 2004 18:16 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Wednesday, 12 May 2004 18:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 13 May 2004 11:16 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ally C (Ally C), Thursday, 13 May 2004 20:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Thursday, 13 May 2004 21:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Thursday, 13 May 2004 22:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Thursday, 13 May 2004 23:42 (twenty-one years ago)
I often find reading poems to be exhausting in the same way going to a museum or gallery can be. It gets to a point where you can't effectively process what you are seeing/reading. You can't give the work the attention it requires to open up to you.
― bnw (bnw), Friday, 14 May 2004 01:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Friday, 14 May 2004 04:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― m..., Friday, 14 May 2004 07:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― aimurchie, Friday, 14 May 2004 08:18 (twenty-one years ago)
I tend to favor poetry that has some sort of instant hook to it which I think reinforces/excuse my lazyness sometimes.
― bnw (bnw), Friday, 14 May 2004 12:29 (twenty-one years ago)
* * *Oh my yes -- nicely put, dear!
― yesabibliophile (yesabibliophile), Friday, 14 May 2004 13:46 (twenty-one years ago)
Anyway, wish me luck. I'm doing a reading in a library tonight and have started drinking already.
― Archel (Archel), Friday, 14 May 2004 14:17 (twenty-one years ago)
Fiction is about Time; Poetry is about Eternity—and/or the Moment.
And that's why erotica is always better as prose-- except for the limericks
Break a Line, Archel
― donald, Friday, 14 May 2004 15:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Friday, 14 May 2004 16:15 (twenty-one years ago)
; )
― cozen (Cozen), Friday, 14 May 2004 16:52 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Friday, 14 May 2004 17:34 (twenty-one years ago)
Behavior varies seasonally; new wingsreplace the old; that which once was hotbecomes cold. Well, it could. I could notmake this up. Proven thingsremain proven, and plumage gleamsunder scientific glare, as men transforminto distinctly different animals, and formwhite rings around their necks. It seemsthat we should be able to tap the powerfrom this widely available fuel source,cheaply and easily, and of course,leave behind very little waste. But ourresults have been widely accused of beingirreproduceable, and all kindsof rotten eggs were compared to our mindsor thrown in our nests. There's no guaranteeingyou'll recreate this "head-up tail-up" displayand if you do, they'll make you pay.
― Casuistry (Chris P), Friday, 14 May 2004 20:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Friday, 14 May 2004 20:22 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Saturday, 15 May 2004 02:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Saturday, 15 May 2004 03:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― the pomefox, Saturday, 15 May 2004 13:43 (twenty-one years ago)
But on Friday I was relaxed enough to chat a little bit, and the other poets reading were (mainly) good, and the audience was nice. Buffet was too spicy, but you can't have everything...
― Archel (Archel), Monday, 17 May 2004 09:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― the bluefox, Tuesday, 18 May 2004 13:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 18 May 2004 13:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 18 May 2004 13:48 (twenty-one years ago)
― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 18 May 2004 15:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Tuesday, 18 May 2004 17:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Tuesday, 18 May 2004 17:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Tuesday, 18 May 2004 19:05 (twenty-one years ago)