A Poem Thread
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sowhatifit'sdark
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Not for Haiku.
A Tanka has 5,7,5,7, 7
it should include strong emotions and nature - if one wants to be traditional.
A Tanka has 5,7,5,7, 7
it should include strong emotions and nature - if one wants to be traditional.
The Cathedral of mind,
...within the Cerebrum as the vault indeed extends, (from which) is enclosed a Consonant resounding and murmur.
Rooms inside the house of Organa, (voices) fully deep and sonorous (also) high and piercing, from the strings and Sinews that speak (together), a chordate lyre and an instrument.
In resonance (is) the way itself, towards an echoing (music) I (now) Hear.
...within the Cerebrum as the vault indeed extends, (from which) is enclosed a Consonant resounding and murmur.
Rooms inside the house of Organa, (voices) fully deep and sonorous (also) high and piercing, from the strings and Sinews that speak (together), a chordate lyre and an instrument.
In resonance (is) the way itself, towards an echoing (music) I (now) Hear.
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hmmm
The Archimedean
The world first holds the hand in thrall
by grip of hair and nipple and thumb
underlies the knees, the push and pull
reblows, rebeats, resounds, will come
to dance the edges in steady way
at each turn of eye toward or head away.
How can one speak of part or place
who has not so remitted faith
that a baby might sleep on the promise kept
for years without fail, and as it slept
have no worse dream than the world changed
the floor receding, the laugh deranged ?
The world gulls everyone early on
when only a cough or a spill suggest
betrayal to come, when some patterns abscond
and reveal the net in the woven nest
that will clamp on gills and limbs tight caught
weigh the casual swimmer as an evil thought.
How can one speak fo the web's dark cross
who has not cheated love, brought pain and loss
to the heedless in youth, to the beautiful throw
in the ring played fate, tripped up, brought low
an ascending light, volant gestalt
in flight slapped down, kneecapped in vault ?
One cannot speak from whole to whole
or tongue one's ear to any gain
in wonder, enter in an awesome scroll
the scroll, the awe, or engendering strain
of rose-radiant leaves shading piles of shit
of a worshipped record above the pit.
In life entire we betray in part
survey loved homes from grounds, and chart
the seen from the far, the back of the skull
from the dead, or reflection on a mirrored crawl.
While taking to heart we must hold in hand;
to know, to love, to walk, we stand.
Hyptae-teasurmctwhat?
At the end of the day, the next morning starts.
Back in the day, things were older-fashioned. These days they're newly-fashioned, but someone has to get up at the beginning of the day to make some new things, because we throw things away these days.
At the end of the day, the next morning starts.
Back in the day, things were older-fashioned. These days they're newly-fashioned, but someone has to get up at the beginning of the day to make some new things, because we throw things away these days.
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Thanks.
The letters of the word 'insanity', in alphabetical order, because the point of insanity is that it does keep to a particular order.
Too much! I'll have to polish up my wits now when you post. Lol.
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Bungle: A Survey
Albert Goldbarth
I've made errors too. How bad? Some,
just a sliver—as if I'd passed my judgment
carelessly over a length of unfinished pine.
Others ... ? Lacerations, deeply opened up
until you could see the shine of the pulse inside.
And how many? This much:
in a 1934 rouser-*
of-a-space-adventure saga called "Thundering Worlds"
by Edmond Hamilton—a future in which the entire solar system
has been colonized—the sun is dying ("a sullen
blood-red disc," says Julud of Saturn,
a "ranking member of the Council of Nine"), and this
is the busy, visionary solution: "That the nine planets
be torn loose from our sun and steered out into space
like nine great ships in quest of a new sun." Jeepers!
A necklace of pearls—of planet-pearls! A caravan
the length of the distance from Mercury to Pluto!
In the capital cities of all of those planets
—supermegalopolises of a kind beyond
our puny twenty-first-century abilities—it could rain
all day, all night, and flood each street of them
to the spires: that would be my life's
accumulated errors, with enough
left over to roil in hundreds of rivulets
through the rocky outback of Mars's and Jupiter's moons.
Albert Goldbarth
I've made errors too. How bad? Some,
just a sliver—as if I'd passed my judgment
carelessly over a length of unfinished pine.
Others ... ? Lacerations, deeply opened up
until you could see the shine of the pulse inside.
And how many? This much:
in a 1934 rouser-*
of-a-space-adventure saga called "Thundering Worlds"
by Edmond Hamilton—a future in which the entire solar system
has been colonized—the sun is dying ("a sullen
blood-red disc," says Julud of Saturn,
a "ranking member of the Council of Nine"), and this
is the busy, visionary solution: "That the nine planets
be torn loose from our sun and steered out into space
like nine great ships in quest of a new sun." Jeepers!
A necklace of pearls—of planet-pearls! A caravan
the length of the distance from Mercury to Pluto!
In the capital cities of all of those planets
—supermegalopolises of a kind beyond
our puny twenty-first-century abilities—it could rain
all day, all night, and flood each street of them
to the spires: that would be my life's
accumulated errors, with enough
left over to roil in hundreds of rivulets
through the rocky outback of Mars's and Jupiter's moons.
Well, your piece is a good example of how I would have enjoyed playing around with a font family, colors, and perhaps a bit of formatting.
Actually, I just tried it out. First I broke it up by syllables; each syllable assigned with a color and a different font thickness. Then I rearranged them as you did, alphabetically. So if you have a good font family with a wide range of weights, such as extra thin, thin, regular, medium, demi-bold, bold, extra bold, black... a whole new world will open up to you! And, to bog the mind a bit more, there's also included different sizes: regular, condensed, compressed, and extended ranges. Lol. But it's important to keep with one type face. A sans serif is the better one to work with, unless the serif (traditional, classical, old world look) adds to your message. Italics too need to be treated very specifically.
Then I ask you to make your rendition of it!