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Author Archives: John
Sing the Song: georgics
First off, it always starts with breath. That sounds so simple, but in fact so many who would stretch their speech against set pitches set in time forget to breathe – at least, to breathe as if the air were … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, breath, georgics, instruction, poetic forms, singing
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Quite Different Chains: free verse
I’m not sure I can even write “free verse” anymore. Ever since I started using specific poetic forms, I find myself writing poems to be read aloud; their purpose, if they are to be effective when spoken, dictates employing some … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, contradiction, free verse, poetry, prose, verse
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See Here Now: forensic poetry
“See here,” one poet said, “for beauty’s sake, I would enslave a thousand listless men, and though it cause the earth’s deep core to shake, would carve away the mountains with my pen that one and all might see as … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, beauty, forensic poetry, hope, poetic forms, poetry, usefulness
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How Tragic: epistle (rubliw)
Dear Dick: That’s quite a trick, to make a story stick, dipped in pure bullshit two feet thick and built up solid brick by brick. Must say it makes me sick, you egocentric big prick. Dear Rich: I hate to … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, bullshit, consequences, ego, epistle, letters, poetic forms, regret, Richard Wilbur, rubliw
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Luck and Chance: epistle
“Dear John,” the letter read, “I seek advice. You seem to know some things, and seem quite nice. I wonder what you think of luck and chance. Do you believe we twirl in a mad dance of accidental happenings and … Continue reading
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The Fall of Because: epilog
Of what’s been done, and heard, and seen, one might well ask, “What does it mean, that this and thus, in such a way should through their actions in this play express a meaning, none too clear, expose a hidden … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, bravery, court, epilog, epilogue, futility, illusion, poetic forms, politics, reality
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Fit to Print: englyn unodle crwca
What’s fit to print is not news. Our bitter, contrary views are merely stuff we seek to use as new fuel; like fools, we think we choose to fight false with what is true, wielding light that will burn through … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, balance, englyn unodle crwca, fiction, illusion, news, poetic forms, reality, truth, Welsh verse forms
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