11-04-2015, 10:37 AM
Enjoyable read. Don't have anything to add, at least not now.
That is all.
PS> I had no formal training in the writing of poetry. When attempted to write a poem, I usually copied certain poetic forms that I found interesting, or forms that I *thought* might best serve my purpose, or that I simply admired.
Now, when I actually began to construct the poem, I would always keep reciting it to myself. What I thought I was after was the rhythm of it, that the sound of it to my own mind pleased me. This was something I somewhat poetically agonized over. I read it back to myself over and over until the sound texture of it finally pleased me (putting content aside for a moment), or at least served the purpose of creating the intended and desired affect.
So I guess this is where rhythm and meter sometimes confuse me. I've written poems that to my own inner ear had an unmistakable rhythm to them (within what I * thought* to be a given form), a rhythm that I felt I could stand by given that the poem was read in the manner I read it back to myself, if that makes any sense. And yet, I am aware that I very well have made "meter mistakes", at least in the classical sense of how it might be applied to the particular form I was employing.
On another note, I'm sure I've read great poems that fulfilled the classical metrics of any such form, yet I have found it very difficult to find anything very pleasing to me as to its rhythm, at least as I continually read it back to myself.
I'm trying my best to express my own sometimes confusion as to this rhythm/meter question.
That is all.
PS> I had no formal training in the writing of poetry. When attempted to write a poem, I usually copied certain poetic forms that I found interesting, or forms that I *thought* might best serve my purpose, or that I simply admired.
Now, when I actually began to construct the poem, I would always keep reciting it to myself. What I thought I was after was the rhythm of it, that the sound of it to my own mind pleased me. This was something I somewhat poetically agonized over. I read it back to myself over and over until the sound texture of it finally pleased me (putting content aside for a moment), or at least served the purpose of creating the intended and desired affect.
So I guess this is where rhythm and meter sometimes confuse me. I've written poems that to my own inner ear had an unmistakable rhythm to them (within what I * thought* to be a given form), a rhythm that I felt I could stand by given that the poem was read in the manner I read it back to myself, if that makes any sense. And yet, I am aware that I very well have made "meter mistakes", at least in the classical sense of how it might be applied to the particular form I was employing.
On another note, I'm sure I've read great poems that fulfilled the classical metrics of any such form, yet I have found it very difficult to find anything very pleasing to me as to its rhythm, at least as I continually read it back to myself.
I'm trying my best to express my own sometimes confusion as to this rhythm/meter question.
You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."