Poetica Philosophia

[Daharsh]

I simply titled the subject 'Poetica Philosophia' to defer any nonsense wanna-be poetry freeks.
I will to converse with anybody with a wit competent to debate poetry. I shall not make this missive lengthy, for if there is any individual who has come across my thread, passed beyond its subject, and even further, decided within his or her self that he or she shall indeed proceed, then that personage shall speak for itself.
If anyone is interested in sharing and discussing true poetry, then respond. If not I doubt I have to tell you to keep walking. I must admonish you all ere you respond, if you call segregated prose, poetry, then do nto respond; I do nto want to waste my kindling on you.

Sincerely,

Isaac McGonagall

[oron]

Oh dear, a purist.

And what, pray tell, would the finicky Mr. MacGonagall consider "true" poetry? Would he care to enlighten us poor "would-be poetry freeks" [sic] with a few examples? Anything north of Coleridge? or is everything later than Gerard Manley Hopkins verboten?

We wait with baited breath.

[Silverlining]

"Da" Harsh Gona Gall?

Yourself, I would be very interested in sharing and discussing poetry. However, I cannot embrace your talk e.g. 'true poetry' – what moves one does not necessarily move another - and I find that addressing people as "nonsense wanna be[s]" to be cold and extremely limited. This kind of view shuts the door on the face of anything new [without giving it a chance].

Does poetry 'move' you in anyway? Or what you are really into is the science of piling up words correctly and showing off your knowledge of it?

Oh please! Look inside and revisit yourself! Then maybe someone will meet you halfway and have a conversation with you!

Is it 'Poetica Philosophia' or 'Philosophia Poetica?'

~S

[kathyv]

"I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one,
but I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than BE one"!

[oron]

"Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could
only walk.
Consider man, who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned to fly before
he thinked.

"Here's a good rule of thumb:
Too clever is dumb."

[Daharsh]

True Poetry my defensive friends, is not that which is limited to form alone, nor is it that which is circumscribed to free expression of heartfelt emotion.
Life is a balance and though man often prefers to christen something either black or white - so to speak - in many cases life simply is not black or white but a delicate and subtle confusion of the both. This delicate coelescing of extremes is what gives LIFE its equilibriums and nature its balance. Poetry is much the same. Though poetry is an excellent form of catharsis and should by no means be thwarted from being so a few balancers of poetry must be kept in mind. A perfect poem is that which 'delicately' and 'subtely' combines passion - the purest of emotions - with proper form - whatever form that might be. This for instance is a poem of a friend of mine that expressed her emotions through poetry.

A broken heart;
One more to add to the world.
Broken, another heart,
Alone within a heap of many more.
To love is to live
But to live is pain,
And all which follows death
Could only be more gain.

This is a pouring out of the emotions - yes - an essential part of poetry. Could this be classified as poetry. Loosely, yes ti could and is. But it is not true poetry, for it does not assume a consistent meter. Now consider this next poem which exercises both teh decanting so-to-speak fo emotions and teh implementation and maintenance of coherent meter.

PURITY

Am I lonely or depressed?
Am I with my work obsessed?
Can I with myself contest?
Who can say
What today
Might becalm this weary soul of mine

I wish for a love increased,
Not with lust or love deceased,
But with passion that has pleased
That soft soul
And made droll,
Blithe, and happy with each passing hour.

Can a love so pure yet live?
To whom shall I my heart give?
Can my heart without love strive
To beget
Or forget
What, while dreaming, I in peace have dreamt?

Now, rather than deriding other poets for their own tenets and philosophies of poetry, how about discussing in a partial civilized manner like the human species was meant to be - civilized. Are not your views of poetry - that it should be a free expression of emotions and nothing else your tenets and personal philosophies as well. Do no be hypocritical. The human being was made ot choose; to have opinions. Debate, and dissent is only inevitable. It is our capability for civility that seperates us from the animals. Let's keep it that way shall we.

[J-J]

A poetry troll...it had to happen some time I guess lol!

Daharsh - The only consistent meter I am aware of in your posts is the meter long rod you have firmly inserted up your butt.

Clearly no-one here is qualified to talk to such a genius as yourself.

Don't let us stop you from having a truly enlightening conversation here with yourself though.I get the feeling you have a lifetime of experience at that.

[Edited by J-J on 28th June 2002 at 04:37]