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Oct 15, 2006 22:42

Ode On Odium, Whence Harvey Stumbled Upon His Beloved In Bed With The Fresh EnemyHe was sleeping, wet and curled ( Read more... )

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de_ambershay October 16 2006, 13:08:22 UTC
This is among some of the very few excellent things I've read recently. I enjoyed this poem very much.

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leondacter October 17 2006, 17:22:29 UTC
I like the last four lines.

I bought Bob Schneider's "The Californian" in which he sings You're like a bullet / Stuck inside a dead bird / Sleeping on the forest floor. It's from the song "Game Plan", which is a sort of rocky methamphetamine ballad, but he hits up some weird poetry in rattling off shocking lines that pile a syllable on each time ( ... )

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de_ambershay October 17 2006, 17:36:54 UTC
Okay so you're not a poet and that's a crappy poem, but honestly it isn't.

You're talking to a woman who's talent is in drawing and painting - and occasionally photography. I DREAM of writing good poems and out of hundreds have maybe two that make the cut. So far I teach myself and still haven't a clue if I'm doing it right or not.

I love everything you write. I really do.

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Art is a personal craft, language is everybody's purview. leondacter October 18 2006, 01:37:09 UTC
I think the best way to become more adept at poetry is to ply different kinds of it. I mean, everyone has done haiku (at some point in their schooling), but try tanka, or write a genuine sonnet (some of Shakespeare's sonnets are not sonnets to the exact syllable, but read any of them and you'll get a great sense of the ear you have to develop). If you're teaching yourself, it's very comparable to me teaching myself screenwriting (which I've done and am doing): Everyone says, Read as many scripts as you can. Read as much poetry as you can ( ... )

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