01-15-2012, 12:45 AM
Liked the ant and the aardvark.
You appeared to speak about your 'own truth', without choosing to vouchsafe what it is!
Ray --- This is a course I have been round a few times, and I am with you on the angels and pins. For some perverse reason, I remain tempted to see if I can squeeze something new from it -Angela Cola, perhaps. I think as time has gone by, 'poem' and 'poetry' have become frayed around the edges in terms of definition, just like 'art'. Just why these words should have been picked on, and bullied into submission, I don't understand. But it is a natural process, as some quintessential idea is expressed, or styled, in different ways or forms.
Dale --What side of bed did you get out on? To continue, I sense that having got to a point where all manner of different, yet still identifiable, expressions of the poetic idea were available, a fashion has crept in (probably from France!) whereby anything may be labelled not just poetry, but a poem. Here I agree with you entirely, almost... Mark says he drives a fork-lift: if, one day, still intending to drive the fork-lift, he told his mates that he was going to write a poem, there would be...erm..some puzzlement. It is peculiar that the very people who take such care with words, should be so careless of the words which describe their own art.
Have I successfully squeezed the poetic lemon? It's v aard vark, you know...
You appeared to speak about your 'own truth', without choosing to vouchsafe what it is!
Ray --- This is a course I have been round a few times, and I am with you on the angels and pins. For some perverse reason, I remain tempted to see if I can squeeze something new from it -Angela Cola, perhaps. I think as time has gone by, 'poem' and 'poetry' have become frayed around the edges in terms of definition, just like 'art'. Just why these words should have been picked on, and bullied into submission, I don't understand. But it is a natural process, as some quintessential idea is expressed, or styled, in different ways or forms.
Dale --What side of bed did you get out on? To continue, I sense that having got to a point where all manner of different, yet still identifiable, expressions of the poetic idea were available, a fashion has crept in (probably from France!) whereby anything may be labelled not just poetry, but a poem. Here I agree with you entirely, almost... Mark says he drives a fork-lift: if, one day, still intending to drive the fork-lift, he told his mates that he was going to write a poem, there would be...erm..some puzzlement. It is peculiar that the very people who take such care with words, should be so careless of the words which describe their own art.
Have I successfully squeezed the poetic lemon? It's v aard vark, you know...