Quote:
|
Originally Posted by Anaphora
This has to be the fucking most retarded argument I've ever heard.
Not everyone's life is interesting. Its the fucking truth. And so, people who write poems about their non interesting lives, are writing non interesting poetry. That non interesting poety is turning readers away from the actually decent poetry that has reason, has decent craft, has substance, has beneficial reasons to fucking read it..
|
wow..just wow, at your blinding ignorance towards Poetry. But im not going to rise to the many hooks you put out there to jump at, its pointless, All I will say is your bitterness is blinding your judgement, and thats what you seem like, a lil kid who thinks he knows what makes an interesting life, what makes a good poem, what has substance and what does not. No wonder Passion is always on vacation in your pieces, you're not in touch with humanity. You see emotion as worthless, love is merely a worn out notion. And you look outward in each place of poetry to seek to be the best, and to have some kind of recognition, when art is just you and your solitude, and the struggles we as humans endure on the path to understanding ourselves. One day You will grow out of your search, one day you will stop comparing your poems, you will stop trying to get the magazines attention, and you will be alone with your poetry. At this point I feel you will be too uncomfortable to continue writing as you will learn it is not now the way in which you imagined unfolding before you.
How can you say that people are being turned away from poetry by people writing about their non existant, and non eventfull lives? The only people being turned away, are people like yourself, who do not respect and appreciate the individuals roots taking hold in the experiences, those very very very important experiences that we all have to endure, while the great pains of life enter us, and take on a new beginning, and in turn open us up further to the world and ourselves.
Quote:
|
Originally Posted by Anaphora
I don't fucking care about peoples emotions. I'm honest. I don't care if you 'cried a thousand tears in a single drop' or some other pseudo poetic bullshit. Its not about the emotion of the subject of the poem, its the emotion evoked in the reader. ..
|
It's pseudo poetical bullshit, because that is exactly what you are about, and human feeling is too far from you to touch, imagine or see its magnificence. Your comments about the importance of the emotion being evoked in the reader, further shows how you write for anyone but yourself, and how you have to actually try to evoke such feelings, when I let it happen naturally without any kind of mechanical procedure. You completely miss the point of how poetry is an internal happening moreso than external, lingering in the eternal, and the grasp we have to engage beyond the physical world with it.
Quote:
|
Originally Posted by Anaphora
Personal poems are just that, personal. Like, for instance, the poem oft quoted which I can only assume was a Brit poem.:
"My mind wakes near flowers
and awoken I stir
in the forrest furs
weeping the willows
own tears, which I prefer."
-this is trite. I would normally try to find something good about it first... perhaps... it has 5 lines... I don't know. Weeping willows aren't furs, and its fir. fur is on a fucking animal. This literally doesn't say much, except you woke up, are in a forest, and crying. There's nothing to point to why, or when, or to even make one curious... its ridiculously bland, and only written I'm sure, to play on the name Weeping Willow. It is not well crafted. It is a personal poem, because you know exactly what it means, however, you are the only one, or perhaps people you tell the 20 minute back story to... that's not what poety is about, you shouldn't need to explain for 3 pages a 5 lined poem... The poem does not stand on its own as anything more than an exercise of playing on words.....
|
So it is Trite, meaning: repeated too often; overfamiliar through overuse. In other words, you could relate to it in some way; Thanks, and I was quite aware of how many lines it had, I wrote it, but I thankyou for the midway compliment in how long it was, I will bare that in mind for the future poems I decide to write. I also thankyou for letting me know that it isn't well crafted, but I am not trying to be as good as you! You say you knew what it means, but you didnt understand all of it, so your critique has just become more or less a happy misunderstanding between us. Your breakdown, makes no difference to me, as your approach was always going to be negative, as our goals aare different, and overall the poem, while serving my purpose served yours, in being the material you needed to defeat it. But I haven't been defeated, and shall still approach your poems with the care they deserve, and hope one day you shall go beyond criticism, and become more Gentle in your approach towards other people and their work.
__________________
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.
-William Shakespeare
Brit Boi has a highly calibrated wifermometer