06-01-2016, 05:24 AM
Fun one.
I don't know. Knowing not much about poetry when I began to pay attention to it (it was pretty much absent from my HS curriculum), I thought poetry was supposed to rhyme. Then I slowly started to get a bit of an historical sense of it, getting acquainted with some of the superstars, the romantics, Willy, TS, Yeats, and the like. Then I started reading poems in publications, like the New Yorker, and the like, contemporary ones. The only thing intelligible thing I could say was that they seemed so "talky", so unmusical, or un-rhythmic (though this certainly wasn't always the case with them).
I just thought that that's the way it was now, an evolutionary thing.
I had to ask myself the question: Was the contemporary absence of rhyme the result of poets not wanting their expression to be constrained in this way, or was it that it truly had become passe? I'm not sure, but it does seem more the latter to me now.
Bleh. Just babbling....
I don't know. Knowing not much about poetry when I began to pay attention to it (it was pretty much absent from my HS curriculum), I thought poetry was supposed to rhyme. Then I slowly started to get a bit of an historical sense of it, getting acquainted with some of the superstars, the romantics, Willy, TS, Yeats, and the like. Then I started reading poems in publications, like the New Yorker, and the like, contemporary ones. The only thing intelligible thing I could say was that they seemed so "talky", so unmusical, or un-rhythmic (though this certainly wasn't always the case with them).
I just thought that that's the way it was now, an evolutionary thing.
I had to ask myself the question: Was the contemporary absence of rhyme the result of poets not wanting their expression to be constrained in this way, or was it that it truly had become passe? I'm not sure, but it does seem more the latter to me now.
Bleh. Just babbling....
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."