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Originally Posted by Quotive
I love most of your work, and I always read replies before the poem...
I read dudes hella great comments, then read the poem expecting the best poem I've ever set my eyes on... and you know I seriously LOVE most of your work... I didn't like this at all. Its cool, but naw... This just isn't your style. I thought I was reading one of allnakeys pieces at first lol! But yo, its all good. Keep writin, be versatile with the worst of styles, and burst in smiles, ya feel me? One.
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I stand by my opinion. I know what progression is when I see it. Or rather.. going from appreciating small parts of a poem to appreciating the whole thing. I need to check out Quotive... see if hes all about the rhythm. I dont know man.. Ive gone from only rythm to exploring imagery and trying to turn words into sometning with meaning, and I really think this did it. Then again.. if quotive was a little more specific we could analyze what exacally it is that he admires more about your other poems. I do think you did a remarkable job creating a good message in a very simple way... but we are all humans all struggling the similar situations and sometimes the things we all feel and want to express (the almighty message) starts to get played. This took me from all that shit. This took me out of my house to some other place Ive never been. People tell me they want someone to feel their work, but I would really like to write just one fucking poem where the person feels nothing at all. By that I mmean.. I want them to forget they are human, or that they are sitting in from of a computer screen, or unhappy, or hungry.. anything that they already feel needs to go. This is the only way to drag someone into a moment with you, is to destroy every tangible thing that keeps them grounded in (reality). So anyway.. this peice was in that direction to me.. its like.. I wasnt looking for the ending or expecting anything... I enjoyed the process of reading. ITS THE FUCKING PROCESS THAT MEANS EVERYTHING. Its the same as life... people spend so much time cluttering their minds with capitalistic jibberish.. buy a new house, buy a new car, and while your at it why not by that and this. This makes people forget about the process, because the process becomes the thing we hate more than anything else. A job becomes the process, and money is the outcome that we use to aquire all this shit. Well I have a lot of shit, and none of its done me much good. But reading your poem, or walking through the forest stoned, or doing ANYTHING on mushrooms.. its the process. You always end up back home where you started... is that really the only thing worth noticing.. what you bring home with you? The process is also a played topic that Ive written about plenty.. its the moment. People are scared of the moment. Im scared of the future cause I only pretend I will be alive to experience it. Well.. why the fuck not enjoy the only thing I am certain of.. enjoy this process, this moment... .. everything inbetween point a and point b. If your going to point b you already know whats there... so.. live it up in the inbetween eh...
but whatever.. that was a massive ramble.. (all apologizes)
so A A format =
you looked lost inside my hallow eyes
you looked like a whore inside my mind
A-eyes
A-mind
abab format =
you looked lost inside my hallow eyes
too drunk to think, too drunk to care
you looked like a whore inside my mind
with you a sparkle of beauty was all to rare
A-eyes
B-care
A-mind
B-rare
so basically its this very tight square like structure where every last sentence, or every other sentence always rhymes. With many poems this begins to feel like smashing you head into the pavement over and over again. So I was surprised that it took me so long to notice it, being that, this is a concept that often ruins poems for me...
so this is an example of consistant rythm without clinging to the structure so matter a factly. This way is not better or worse... but I think it helps to mix it up.
to me its the difference of running a mile in the woods as a twist through a million trees Vs. being at school and running 4 laps around the same football field.
Looking lost inside my hollow eyes
inside my hallow head
I tried to hold on to your image
but you said its too late for us
and Im too drunk to give a fuck tonight
in my mind your a fucking whore
but ofcoarse.. all is just a perception and there is no guarentee that my opinion is more valid.. although.. I honestly do think that with age you realize what you think is more important... which is content well above rhythm. I think this mindset isnt as popular in this place Vs other poetry communities for the simple fact that the website is rapmusic, which relys of flow for their expression. People just need to realize, fuck yea, they got great flow the whole time.. but some of these talented rappers ALSO have content. To me this is an all or nothing scenario. If you want to flow, fucking do it in such a way that makes me think and doesnt numb the fuck out of every thought in my head because you've given me nothing to think about. and so I ramble on... (let me know what you think bout this advice.. cause I want the other perspectives as much as I like to share my own.) Peace tooshort... and any sucker bored enough to read this whole message ahahaha!
Ashes