04-03-2012, 09:42 AM
One of the things about poetry, such as the example above,"Let It Bleed", is that the lines are truncated as a way to convey a certain rhythm throughout the reading, and this rhythm is used to communicate something unspoken in much the same way as a raised eyebrow conveys something when speaking face to face (the short lines are not done in an ad hoc sort of way for there is a reason behind their use, and they are not just being used as an affectation so that the piece will "appear" to look like poetry). Conversely, prose "tells", it does not convey by subtle means. Poetry is said to be language dense, conveying more in a few words, than what prose conveys in half a page. Should one wish to waste ones time learning these little mannerism of poetry, one will be able to distinguish between the two forms as easily as he can discriminate between more common things such as the difference that exists between a river and a pond.
The problem of course is the same as that of the anthropologist, no one believes you can actually do what it is you say you can do, because they lack the necessary acumen and grasps of the nomenclature in order to make sense out of the explanation; for are not both a river and a pond bodies of water, and are you not just making pointless distinctions to say there is any kind of significant difference between the two? They of course accuse you of pretending to knowledge or discernment that does not and cannot exists. They know it does not—and here is the beauty of their logic—for it does not to them. Case closed.
**
When one says case clolsed they assume by the performative that
the case is closed. Well, the case is not closed. In fact, the
case is open, as are all the cases that were, before, closed.
Closing cases in favor of poetry 'magic' over prose 'magic,'
is noting a raised eyebrow when a student fails to admit the
difference between a pond and a washtub-- one can turn a wash-
tub over and beat it with a stick thereby making music.
I do not hold with those who believe a line of poetry says
more than a half page of prose. There's nothing in poetry.
the best of it, that makes me swoon at the techical craftiness,
the worship of 'the way' poetry edges in and gives the slip.
Prose can do the same, even prose that looks like poetry. A
person can drown in a washtub full of water, same as if thrown
into a pond with flatirons tied around their waist.
Bah!
Humbug!
It's a poem, nothing special.
Nothing to see here folks.
Clear the streets.
Go home.
Sorry, I just don't have reverence for it, as some do.
besides I'm only 16, a sophomore in high school.
V
I will admit, tho-- in flying school back in Bainbridge
Georgia, 1957, I took my T-28 to 11,000 feet, slid
back the roof, and threw out into the air over Auburn/
Opalika-- a poem by Auden written on heavy paper and fold-
ed into an airplace shape. I flew around a little and
when calling in, "Eh Tobbagon Tower, this is Air Force
313 preparing to pitch," I noted that paper plane fly-
ing right along outside on my right.
Maybe poetry is more than I think it is.
Maybe poetry is special, and if not, would have spun
out when trying to recover from vertical flight.
V
(unedited)
[quote='Erthona' pid='93248' dateline='1333081710']
An anthropologist can take a small piece of bone, if it is the right piece, and tell you all manner of things about the entity who was original attached to that piece of bone. One way is to look at how the muscles attached to the bone. If one is skilled in doing so, he can tell you much just from that. Most things are not so difficult to identify, and as a result people make the assumption that all things are as easy to distinguish as what they encounter in their daily life. and if someone tries to make a distinction of which they are unaware, then they accuse that person of simply making a mountain out of a molehill.
One of the things about poetry, such as the example above,"Let It Bleed", is that the lines are truncated as a way to convey a certain rhythm throughout the reading, and this rhythm is used to communicate something unspoken in much the same way as a raised eyebrow conveys something when speaking face to face (the short lines are not done in an ad hoc sort of way for there is a reason behind their use, and they are not just being used as an affectation so that the piece will "appear" to look like poetry). Conversely, prose "tells", it does not convey by subtle means. Poetry is said to be language dense, conveying more in a few words, than what prose conveys in half a page. Should one wish to waste ones time learning these little mannerism of poetry, one will be able to distinguish between the two forms as easily as he can discriminate between more common things such as the difference that exists between a river and a pond.
The problem of course is the same as that of the anthropologist, no one believes you can actually do what it is you say you can do, because they lack the necessary acumen and grasps of the nomenclature in order to make sense out of the explanation; for are not both a river and a pond bodies of water, and are you not just making pointless distinctions to say there is any kind of significant difference between the two? They of course accuse you of pretending to knowledge or discernment that does not and cannot exists. They know it does not—and here is the beauty of their logic—for it does not to them. Case closed.
Dale
As for me, I would rather a reader 'feels' what he
reads is a poem, than know it was. Cognitive Domain
verses the Affective Domain.
Saying I felt it was a poem is my way of saying
something honorific... sorry if you took it another
way. I'm too old to be combative.
V
The problem of course is the same as that of the anthropologist, no one believes you can actually do what it is you say you can do, because they lack the necessary acumen and grasps of the nomenclature in order to make sense out of the explanation; for are not both a river and a pond bodies of water, and are you not just making pointless distinctions to say there is any kind of significant difference between the two? They of course accuse you of pretending to knowledge or discernment that does not and cannot exists. They know it does not—and here is the beauty of their logic—for it does not to them. Case closed.
**
When one says case clolsed they assume by the performative that
the case is closed. Well, the case is not closed. In fact, the
case is open, as are all the cases that were, before, closed.
Closing cases in favor of poetry 'magic' over prose 'magic,'
is noting a raised eyebrow when a student fails to admit the
difference between a pond and a washtub-- one can turn a wash-
tub over and beat it with a stick thereby making music.
I do not hold with those who believe a line of poetry says
more than a half page of prose. There's nothing in poetry.
the best of it, that makes me swoon at the techical craftiness,
the worship of 'the way' poetry edges in and gives the slip.
Prose can do the same, even prose that looks like poetry. A
person can drown in a washtub full of water, same as if thrown
into a pond with flatirons tied around their waist.
Bah!
Humbug!
It's a poem, nothing special.
Nothing to see here folks.
Clear the streets.
Go home.
Sorry, I just don't have reverence for it, as some do.
besides I'm only 16, a sophomore in high school.
V
I will admit, tho-- in flying school back in Bainbridge
Georgia, 1957, I took my T-28 to 11,000 feet, slid
back the roof, and threw out into the air over Auburn/
Opalika-- a poem by Auden written on heavy paper and fold-
ed into an airplace shape. I flew around a little and
when calling in, "Eh Tobbagon Tower, this is Air Force
313 preparing to pitch," I noted that paper plane fly-
ing right along outside on my right.
Maybe poetry is more than I think it is.
Maybe poetry is special, and if not, would have spun
out when trying to recover from vertical flight.
V
(unedited)
[quote='Erthona' pid='93248' dateline='1333081710']
An anthropologist can take a small piece of bone, if it is the right piece, and tell you all manner of things about the entity who was original attached to that piece of bone. One way is to look at how the muscles attached to the bone. If one is skilled in doing so, he can tell you much just from that. Most things are not so difficult to identify, and as a result people make the assumption that all things are as easy to distinguish as what they encounter in their daily life. and if someone tries to make a distinction of which they are unaware, then they accuse that person of simply making a mountain out of a molehill.
One of the things about poetry, such as the example above,"Let It Bleed", is that the lines are truncated as a way to convey a certain rhythm throughout the reading, and this rhythm is used to communicate something unspoken in much the same way as a raised eyebrow conveys something when speaking face to face (the short lines are not done in an ad hoc sort of way for there is a reason behind their use, and they are not just being used as an affectation so that the piece will "appear" to look like poetry). Conversely, prose "tells", it does not convey by subtle means. Poetry is said to be language dense, conveying more in a few words, than what prose conveys in half a page. Should one wish to waste ones time learning these little mannerism of poetry, one will be able to distinguish between the two forms as easily as he can discriminate between more common things such as the difference that exists between a river and a pond.
The problem of course is the same as that of the anthropologist, no one believes you can actually do what it is you say you can do, because they lack the necessary acumen and grasps of the nomenclature in order to make sense out of the explanation; for are not both a river and a pond bodies of water, and are you not just making pointless distinctions to say there is any kind of significant difference between the two? They of course accuse you of pretending to knowledge or discernment that does not and cannot exists. They know it does not—and here is the beauty of their logic—for it does not to them. Case closed.
Dale
As for me, I would rather a reader 'feels' what he
reads is a poem, than know it was. Cognitive Domain
verses the Affective Domain.
Saying I felt it was a poem is my way of saying
something honorific... sorry if you took it another
way. I'm too old to be combative.
V