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Poems and more poems

blahblahblah — Sun, 27 Mar 2005 22:54:06 -0800

The time for more public poetry is at hand with the soon-to-arrive National Poetry Month. Perhaps you favor love poems? Poets and Writers listed the 25 best (among those online: #1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 13, 15, 19). Or perhaps ballads with a beat? This was once considered the best example, but this offensive poem is even more famous. Of course, nonsense is good, as is alliteration. Eager to take your own turn? Try some complex forms. Double sestina, anyone?

By: sbutler

sbutler — Sun, 27 Mar 2005 23:44:49 -0800

Excuse me? Haiku? Sodium thrown in water; thus my geeky rage.

By: sbutler

sbutler — Sun, 27 Mar 2005 23:55:16 -0800

yes... I do see haiku in the linked article. it was more a comment on the poster's invitation. carry on.

By: al_fresco

al_fresco — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 00:02:56 -0800

thanks for the heads up about npm. great links (damn the popunders!) friend-plug self-plug tons of poems

By: blahblahblah

blahblahblah — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 00:43:57 -0800

To staunch the inevitable haiku flood, I would quote the link on poetic forms: In my opinion, The haiku ought to be left To the Japanese. Besides, everyone knows that all of the cool kids are into clerihews.

By: BlackLeotardFront

BlackLeotardFront — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:01:05 -0800

Poetry, to me is the least pleasurable of the written arts. Vastly pretentious, I choose a meaty novel over word salad.

By: PeterMcDermott

PeterMcDermott — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:44:53 -0800

The majority of folk who write rhyme, Are committing a terrible crime, When they come up and say, Will you hear this today? I say, lets do it some other time...

By: unrequited

unrequited — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:51:00 -0800

shameless plug for my own hobby poetry site

By: Wolfdog

Wolfdog — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 04:03:30 -0800

"My sentence I cannot content, But I do have one final request. I'd like to be fit With a bridle and bit 'Ere I hang for the crimes I've confessed." So a bridle and bit were obtained; The hangman took hold of the reins Led him up on the deck Put the noose 'round his neck And said, "Now, would you care to explain?" "My crimes, they were heinous, of course, But I leave here with little remorse For people will say Of my passing this day, 'When he went... he was hung like a horse."

By: felix betachat

felix betachat — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 05:37:10 -0800

[T S S I I H G OOD ]

By: amberglow

amberglow — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 05:54:48 -0800

WHAT was the use of not leaving it there where it would hang what was the use if there was no chance of ever seeing it come there and show that it was handsome and right in the way it showed it. The lesson is to learn that it does show it, that it shows it and that nothing, that there is nothing, that there is no more to do about it and just so much more is there plenty of reason for making an exchange.--Gertrude Stein And paging troybob : >

By: seanyboy

seanyboy — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 07:26:00 -0800

On offensive poetry. It fucking gets you fucking down. Man hands on misery to Man Of all them black-faced crew... A shudder in the loins engenders there Also, on the aforementioned theme.... friend plug self plug (deceased) loads of poems

By: spock

spock — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 08:29:01 -0800

A plug for the U.S. Poet Laureate: Ted Kooser (Poetry that does not require explanation)

By: PinkStainlessTail

PinkStainlessTail — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 09:02:16 -0800

He pushes forth his desire on Metafilter, A wish for the creative, a wish for poetry. Wandering, aimless, suckled by the internet, Finding no nourishment, utterly lost. Desperate for the tiniest hint of signal. he is buried in the silence of noise. "Content" is a buzzword for noise, A term of market, learned on Metafilter, From those who wave their arms to signal That they have value, their lives are poetry. The soul deceives that hope is not lost In the land of ghosts called Internet. The train runs down those who heed not the signal, Marked out in the cryptic glyphs of Internet. A weird tradition, a sort of poetry Created by looking at a negative of noise. So the scholars hold forth in the halls of Metafilter, Convinced that great truth is not ever lost. But truth lies bleeding and lost, Dying across the tracks, past the signal. So wounds are bandaged by Nurse Metafilter, But truth will be buried in cold Internet. Mourners will grunt out funeral noise, But slogans will stand for elegiac poetry. What of it? Where's the heart of poetry? Embedded in the past, to the present lost. A "poet" like me only farts out sad noise, And desperately tries to present it as signal. Wasting time and talent on the Internet, Giving what little best I have to Metafilter. But continue with glorious noise, O Metafilter! The Internet is richer for analogues of poetry. Signal may float in the afterlife, but joy is not lost. (Eek, that's a bit darker than I expected it to be! Should've chosen different end words...)

By: PinkStainlessTail

PinkStainlessTail — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 09:04:40 -0800

Oops, end word order is wrong in stanza 2. Oh well, so much for my first (and probably last) sestina.

By: MmmKlunk

MmmKlunk — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 09:56:48 -0800

Does this and this count?

By: ancientgower

ancientgower — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 10:01:07 -0800

For all your poetry needs: The Wondering Minstrels Poetry 180 Modern American Poetry Poetry Daily Poetry Chaikhana: Sacred poetry from around the world McGonagall Online (the worst poet ever) Alfred A. Knopf Poetry Month newsletter and finally.. subscribe to Garrison Keiller's Writer's Almanac

By: blahblahblah

blahblahblah — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 12:20:30 -0800

PinkStainlessTail - that was impressive.

By: seanyboy

seanyboy — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 12:44:14 -0800

Agreed - Impressive.

By: jessamyn

jessamyn — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 13:51:27 -0800

PennSound and Sound Poetry on the Web are good if you like your poems out loud.

By: eppaRixey

eppaRixey — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 15:30:55 -0800

Those are cool links, Jessamyn. I'm not really into traditional poetry, but I'm a huge fan of slam poetry. A personal favorite of mine is Buddy Wakefield. His performances are incredible.

By: rafter

rafter — Wed, 30 Mar 2005 17:18:15 -0800

I run an online poetry workshop which the poets among you should all join. The majority of the work is piss-poor teen angsty stuff, but only you can change that. Read the top 10. Read the collected works of gnormal, my favorite poet on the site. And my own work. Great post. My personal pick for number one love poem is "This is Just to Say": I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold Or even "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower," also by Williams. Glad to see him represented in the number 2 slot, though. (Oh, or O'Hara's "Having a Coke With You." Read it, really, if you are in love.)