This by Virginia Hamilton Adair from her collection of poems, Ants on the Melon, The Modern Library, 1999
An Hour to Dance
For a while we whirled
over the meadows of music
our sadness put away in purses
stuffed into old shoes or shawls
the children we never were
from cellars and closets
attics and faded snapshots
came out to leap for love
on the edge of an ocean of tears
like a royal flotilla
Alice's menagerie swam by
no tale is endless
the rabbit opened his watch
muttering late, late
time to grow
old.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
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pesky questions.
like a royal flotilla
curious indeed,very very
spilling x
wrinkles interesting more
or at least most of it
elaborate don't contest
silence in which
listening anyone is
nonsense solemnly
invisisble rightly
disappointment to
You're right Ann. Poetry has started exploding in my head once I grasped what you were saying. My first book should be out shortly.
Sincerely, M
“Off with their heads”
But, her voice didn’t carry.
Her royal retainers retired,
nursed new creaks and old groans of their own.
Her memory was not what it used to be.
And, not sure she had said it, or thought it,
so she left it,
alone.
(Earlier a canonical message to "M")
Strike through the above
M is live online and buzzing with newfound expression
So what is the best technical definition that separates prose from poetry or vice versay
M sez:"You're right Ann. Poetry has started exploding in my head once I grasped what you were saying. My first book should be out shortly.
Sincerely, M"
Ha ha. See you're having fun. Did I forget to mention that there's good poetry and bad poetry and the trick is knowing the difference.
Alon sez:"technical definition that separates prose from poetry?" Will check out the link. I've always likened it to the difference between a fine wine and a 100-proof brandy that will blow the top of your head off. When well done, that is. (Bad poetry will also blow the top of your
head off but it's most unpleasant.)
Sorry; the link is a "circular argument" hearkens back to comment posts of yore. I meant "Your" best technical definition as opposed to the excellent Prosaic (Poetic?) one you supply. When a person makes their own wine or a distillate, they may be able to discern if it is palatable to others. Even going past pride of ownership. With the visual arts, I think less so. And with abstracted art less so yet. With the written word the level of abstraction rises, so one needs to go beyond the third eye for third party verification, kind of like traveling in a strange land and waiting for the affect, translating back what one says in a truly foreign unknown language, ce nes pas?
Alon: My wine/brandy analogy had to do with concentration/density.
Did either of you happen to notice where my text in my poem was derived from?
Sincerely, M
Hi M.
First- I liked the Poems Affect.
Not found where it’s from, not looking. Curious if others might, please don’t reveal yet.
While I liked it's Raw imagery, I suspected right away that there was a dominant algorithm beneath. Such as; taking the first two three words from a paragraph.
So that inspired me to write a simple poem about computers writing poems.
I stuck it here
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13758431&postID=7795480828197449411&isPopup=true
Its linked to above and here- So what is the best technical definition that separates prose from poetry or vice Versailles
And maybe later a poem predicting what the future will look like in Los Osos in 690 years; “2701”
Word verifiation; pretax
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