everything is discussed in pubs but not poetry (unless it's a wine bar okay ya) while you may start a discussion on anything you want in any place you wish brendon, were you to do it (start a poetry discourse) in my local which is an irish drinking man's pub, you'd be ignored or told to fuck off. it's not a slur on anyone, it just my pov about poetic discourse in a specific place. i lived my life in bars, both in the uk and in dublin. i've drank red lemonade the morning after but i've never heard or been part of any poetic discourse. i've talked of joyce but not about poetry, i've discoursed about wild but not in a poetic way. it's just not done. and if it is, it's probably in one of those uppity bars or a student bar. fucking poetry. get me a pint o porter and stfu. there is no, i will mess you up attitude, just pov's
for me these poetic discourses that are posted feel more like hot air than real discourse.
i was asked
that is not a discussion about poetic discourse. that a question about me and why i like a poem. to call me vacuous is at best stupid as the person who posted it doesn't actually know me. but fine i won't attack him with derogatory terms.
the point of this thread (look at the title of it)
despite his, but why do you appreciate a given poem? That's kind of the point of this thread,
is;
the place of poetry among discourses
my life was spent for the best part in pubs, and poetry had no part in discourse.
poetry only has a place in discourses when poetry is actually being discussed. here in this thread. so i know it has a place on forums, i also know it's discussed at "poetry slams" something that wouldn't be allowed in my local unless you like flying pint pots (empty ones of course).
and even this thread, back to this thread. mainly it's a troll. a question is asked and then all the knowledge comes out
poetry isn't that deep. to say i like kipling's if or dislike shelly's ozymandias is enough. i like it now fuck off. you (not you brendan 
) can't force me to tell you why i like or dislike anything, i don't owe you or this thread that privilege. you knowing the whys of my likes does not have to be a part of poetry discourse. talking of poetry is enough.
here's a question, why do you start a thread with such a blown up and pretentious read when simple
what roll does poetry play among discourse?
followed by a short paragraph would suffice. what's the point. don't give me quotes. tell me what you think. my dog can pose a question through copy and paste.
what do you think of poetry in discourse.
what do you mean when you say "among discourses"?
where do you discuss poetry.
why do you discuss it in such places
these are simple questions.
4 lines, but you probably won't answer them without some quote from such a person.
heres' my answer
it only works where poets or would be poets are involved.
i haven't a clue
more often than not in the forum, on odd occasions at the dinner table
no one's interested outside the house or the forum
an old poem i wrote, doesn't have merit but sort of describes how threads like this sometimes make me feel
Don't Speak to Me in Tongues.
I don’t want to be
(an)achronistic fossil
suspended in scholastic resin
some academia nut
rutted in the brittle-drone
syndrome of sin-tax and new facts
I don’t require a requiem
of mortarboards flung skyward
cold clichés of camaraderie
or honours bound
that drum out
masonic-like
in words that hiss but make no sound
I don’t yearn for tête-à-tête
with educational grand prix
whose coffee cups are stroked
around the crusted rim
with anecdotal tales
conversely told with vim
I want to see in blacks and whites and grey
what an edifice can say
to me in terms of lay and lie
I want to feel and hear it
fly below my head
I want to know
what’s just been
fucking said
for me these poetic discourses that are posted feel more like hot air than real discourse.
i was asked
Quote:Billy, that's fine and well, but why do you appreciate a given poem? That's kind of the point of this thread, however useless and long-winded my inquiry might seem to you. Saying "whether or not you appreciate it" is pretty vacuous at the end of the day.
that is not a discussion about poetic discourse. that a question about me and why i like a poem. to call me vacuous is at best stupid as the person who posted it doesn't actually know me. but fine i won't attack him with derogatory terms.
the point of this thread (look at the title of it)
despite his, but why do you appreciate a given poem? That's kind of the point of this thread,
is;
the place of poetry among discourses
my life was spent for the best part in pubs, and poetry had no part in discourse.
poetry only has a place in discourses when poetry is actually being discussed. here in this thread. so i know it has a place on forums, i also know it's discussed at "poetry slams" something that wouldn't be allowed in my local unless you like flying pint pots (empty ones of course).
and even this thread, back to this thread. mainly it's a troll. a question is asked and then all the knowledge comes out
poetry isn't that deep. to say i like kipling's if or dislike shelly's ozymandias is enough. i like it now fuck off. you (not you brendan ) can't force me to tell you why i like or dislike anything, i don't owe you or this thread that privilege. you knowing the whys of my likes does not have to be a part of poetry discourse. talking of poetry is enough.here's a question, why do you start a thread with such a blown up and pretentious read when simple
what roll does poetry play among discourse?
followed by a short paragraph would suffice. what's the point. don't give me quotes. tell me what you think. my dog can pose a question through copy and paste.
what do you think of poetry in discourse.
what do you mean when you say "among discourses"?
where do you discuss poetry.
why do you discuss it in such places
these are simple questions.
4 lines, but you probably won't answer them without some quote from such a person.
heres' my answer
it only works where poets or would be poets are involved.
i haven't a clue
more often than not in the forum, on odd occasions at the dinner table
no one's interested outside the house or the forum
an old poem i wrote, doesn't have merit but sort of describes how threads like this sometimes make me feel
Don't Speak to Me in Tongues.
I don’t want to be
(an)achronistic fossil
suspended in scholastic resin
some academia nut
rutted in the brittle-drone
syndrome of sin-tax and new facts
I don’t require a requiem
of mortarboards flung skyward
cold clichés of camaraderie
or honours bound
that drum out
masonic-like
in words that hiss but make no sound
I don’t yearn for tête-à-tête
with educational grand prix
whose coffee cups are stroked
around the crusted rim
with anecdotal tales
conversely told with vim
I want to see in blacks and whites and grey
what an edifice can say
to me in terms of lay and lie
I want to feel and hear it
fly below my head
I want to know
what’s just been
fucking said