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Answering Jonathan Mayhew
Jonathan over at Bemsha Swing posted a set of questions related to poetics, aimed at poets, I assume, a few days ago. Although I’m not sure I’m qualified to answer these questions, I’m taking a stab at them. By the … Continue reading
Outside the Morphology of Poetics
For about two years, I have immersed myself in the classic forms of Poetry, forcing myself when I write to use common stanza forms with their dictates of rhyme and meter. I felt this was a necessary exercise to “formalize” … Continue reading
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Tagged Allen Ginsberg, Berklee, education, morphology, mysticism, poetics
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Thoughts on Poetry
I extract this comment from a thread on my Poetry at Poetryslamming, not because I want to draw attention to the person who wrote it, but rather because I think that forum is not the place to engage in a … Continue reading
Optimistic anapestics
When the world is so full that it fails to react to the tears of a child, it has lost any hope; and when cries in the night go unheard and are lost in the noise of the street, we … Continue reading
Iambs and Trochees
IAMBICS: Until the world returns to sane, I will not fail to write. These words, though just small things, can burst through walls; there must be words of peace. Inside my head the world is pure, and thoughts, like rain … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged conviction, exercises, iambs, meter, poetics, poetry, redemption, trochaic, war, writing
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