3 legs of poetry school fall over

[rayheinrich]

(see Sozopol* thread for previous)

Tectak sayeth: "there is an advantage to three legs ......it doesn't wobble"

So THAT's why villanelles have 4!

Except for this one:


One Art
- Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

[Erthona]

I admire the post-structuralists' ability to ignore most of the discussion in philosophy that has preceded them since Descartes, especially Kant's complete annihilation of metaphysics, and pick such things back up willy-nilly without addressing why they were rejected in the first place. In the dictionary under sophomoric philosophical movements they have a picture of post-structuralism. Personally, if I were going to rely on this sort of mumble jumbo I'd just a soon appeal to the oracle at Delphi, she at least has a bit of a track record to stand on! Contradiction is not a philosophical form of argument, however it will wear a person down who will become so frustrated at the others imbecilic posturing that he will simply just give up. At which point the other will claim victory. It is a victory of sorts I suppose, a victory of ignorance, not unlike a teenagers victory against authority as he drunkenly dives at night into a swimming pool devoid of water. Of course the price for such a victory, in retrospect may seem a tad bit high, at least to the teenager, if not to the post-structuralists.

BTB (by the by) ambiguity is not a leg of any kind, it is simply one of several literary devices in the category of tropes. Of course that is a fact and I know how you reject facts of any kind you find inconvenient to your argument


Dale

[rayheinrich]

Evidently it's a pretty good leg to pull.
Still no inquiries about other two...

"and I know how you reject facts of any kind you find inconvenient to your argument"

says Erthona doing same.

But far be it from me to take the side of any of the seven-odd contradictory
sides of post-structuralisticism. Go read the Sokal Affair link if you haven't already:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sokal_Affair
I'm a Mr. Alan physicist-ist, not one for going post-(et)al.
(i.e. my relativity is classical)

[Veil of Trash]

mumble jumbo indeedo

[Erthona]

Form/style and linguistics/grammar would be the other two, although I have never heard anyone talk about the various components of poetry in such a mundane or idiosyncratic way before, especially as poetry had assumed, at least until recently that the author could write in grammatically correct prose.

I ignore facts that are not relevant and brought up as a smoke screen, not ones that are germane to the discussion.

Re: SA So you are saying you post "hoax poetry". I always suspected as much, as it is always easier, and safer to sit and take pot shots and never put your neck on the line.

"I'm a Mr. Alan (Guth?) physicist-ist" Thus the need for epicycles?
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Here is my poetic dissertation on all things Modern Post Modern: I post it just for you Ray

http://pigpenpoetry.com/showthread.php?tid=5495

Dale

[rayheinrich]

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Professor Saw:  "Ambiguity is one of the three legs of the poetic stool.
                 Without it, a reader soon gets up (off the floor?) and 
                 finds another one." 

Ernest Student: "So, Professor Saw, what are the other two?"

Professor Saw:  "Yours."

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Hogen, a Chinese Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in 
the country. One day four traveling monks appeared and asked 
if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves.

While they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about 
subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: "There is 
a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?"

One of the monks replied: "From the Buddhist viewpoint everything 
is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is 
inside my mind."

"Your head must feel very heavy," observed Hogen, "if you are 
carrying around a stone like that in your mind."

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 "Fake" not "hoax".  The latter implies intent.

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        < a few more words >
        
        i gotta stop off 
        at the corner store
        for a few more words
        i'm just staring
        just looking around
        with my mouth open
        but nothing comes out
        i need a re-fill
        one of those two-liter bottles
        even diet would do
        just so it's big
        and i can gulp it 
        let it slop out my mouth
        until it runs down my neck
        and soaks my shirt 
        with meaning
        
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