So, my pals and I started
a year-long poetry project last month.
We kicked the whole thing off with triolets. They were hard.
And this month we said, "Villanelles!"
Here's what They Might Be Giants
has to say about villanelles(To paraphrase, don't hate the villian, hate the villanelle
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We trusted things were as they’d once appeared.
And not just trusted - honored and revered.
The gold of all has chipped away to none.
I think those two lines sting every single time. It's such a travesty that they panic-glued that piece of the Tut back, instead of researching and carefully doing it -- just as sometimes it's additionally ill-conceived things which are hidden, and which come to light. Courage to all who face nasty surprises - we are all stronger than we think.
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You are genius for organizing this poetry fun, Liz. I have a whole YEAR of it to look forward to.
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the yellowed sheen of stories badly spun."
I love this poem more every time I read it! Those are my today's favorite lines. Yes, exactly what I am afraid of myself! And then the last line -"The trust that what is true will reappear." saves the day. Bravo!
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Love this.
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