Bistro Bijou

[Anschul]

Ya know... we haven't done any challenges based on the sonnet since I've been active in this forum... unless I missed it. (which is a possibility)

Ooohhhh...I'm in, I'm in...

Rhythm, yeah. I can do rhythm all day. Pick one. Hexameter, iambic pentameter, alexandrian, dactylic quatrameter, pandemic catheter, whatever.

It's the rhyme I have issue with.

Unrhymed sonnet? Piece a' cake. It might even be reasonably good. But once I start working with rhyme, I'm mostly going to be coming up with " 'What rhymes with 'fuck this crazy shit, I'm going back to free verse'?"

bj

"Duck you crazy twit," he said, being terse.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Villanelles are evil

Should I be offended? That's like calling the love of my life evil.

yeah, i have no llife...

 

[Tzara]

As my father (and I think Buffalo Bob) used to say, "quiet in the peanut gallery."

You know, I was eight when they killed Howdy Doody. I was in my parents' car, just about to turn onto our street, when the news came over the radio. I cried.

Which was really silly, because I had never much watched the show.

My first experience of death, I suppose.

Bij, and Snoodster wherever you be, sonnets are easy. They really are. Villanelles are evil, but sonnets are a walk in the park. All you have to do is get the rhythm in your head like a song and put in new words.

Sorry, T-man. It's too late.

As you well know, fair Ms. A., I have written my share of clunky sonnets. I have no fear of form, nor especially of that form (though I actually think villanelles are easier, since there are fewer rhymes and no volta).

I was merely suggesting that our new forum member, the Honourable Snood, be a bit wary when Sirens sing of Form Poetry, as the poet often ends on rocks.

But as regards the Snood, he (She? It?) is, I'm sure, mature enough to make his (hers/its) own unfortunate decisions about the topic of Form Poetry.

God help him/it/her.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Deutsch oder Amerikaner?

I recently discovered that my good mic is broken. I will replace it and record for you VERY soon (I still have a story, too, which I like a lot, and actually want to get posted--full of music, words (my words), and voices--mostly mine).

Soon, my impatient lover, soon.

*pretends to be terribly patient*
*no one would be fooled for a heartbeat*

This is nothing more than a mind block. A smart girl like you can write sonnets with her rhyming dictionary tied behind her back. It's simply mental and you know it. Now you have no excuse.

[trueconfession]
I don't have a rhyming dictionary. I can't bring myself to use them; I always worried that it would be cheating.
[/trueconfession]

I really do have to go now. But I bet I'll be back later.

 

[Angeline]

You know, I was eight when they killed Howdy Doody. I was in my parents' car, just about to turn onto our street, when the news came over the radio. I cried.

Which was really silly, because I had never much watched the show.

My first experience of death, I suppose.
As you well know, fair Ms. A., I have written my share of clunky sonnets. I have no fear of form, nor especially of that form (though I actually think villanelles are easier, since there are fewer rhymes and no volta).

I was merely suggesting that our new forum member, the Honourable Snood, be a bit wary when Sirens sing of Form Poetry, as the poet often ends on rocks.

But as regards the Snood, he (She? It?) is, I'm sure, mature enough to make his (hers/its) own unfortunate decisions about the topic of Form Poetry.

God help him/it/her.

I think Snood is a guy. I get man vibes from him. And I may be the only person here who actually figured out our dear Rybka was male. Most people though he was a she until he admitted his gender.

I've written awful sonnets. And awful poems in every form including free verse, lord knows.

Why do you people dislike rhyming? Does it sound too sing-songy to you? Unhip? Not now? I'm just trying to understand.

 

[Anschul]

You know, I was eight when they killed Howdy Doody. I was in my parents' car, just about to turn onto our street, when the news came over the radio. I cried.

Which was really silly, because I had never much watched the show.

My first experience of death, I suppose.
As you well know, fair Ms. A., I have written my share of clunky sonnets. I have no fear of form, nor especially of that form (though I actually think villanelles are easier, since there are fewer rhymes and no volta).

I was merely suggesting that our new forum member, the Honourable Snood, be a bit wary when Sirens sing of Form Poetry, as the poet often ends on rocks.

But as regards the Snood, he (She? It?) is, I'm sure, mature enough to make his (hers/its) own unfortunate decisions about the topic of Form Poetry.

God help him/it/her.

ROFFLLLLLL!!!!!

 

[Tzara]

I think Snood is a guy. I get man vibes from him. And I may be the only person here who actually figured out our dear Rybka was male. Most people though he was a she until he admitted his gender.

I've written awful sonnets. And awful poems in every form including free verse, lord knows.

Why do you people dislike rhyming? Does it sound too sing-songy to you? Unhip? Not now? I'm just trying to understand.

I rhyme all the time (See? Like that.) in even my free verse poems. It's very difficult for me to end a poem without some kind of (perhaps disguised) rhymed couplet. Go look at my today poem. Rhymes up the wazoo.

I always thought Rybka was male, but then a lot of people thought I was female at first. I think it's my eyelashes. They are naturally long, lush, and dark.

And, yes, I think our Snoodster is a guy, but I am fond of the ambiguity of the persona.

 

[Angeline]

I rhyme all the time (See? Like that.) in even my free verse poems. It's very difficult for me to end a poem without some kind of (perhaps disguised) rhymed couplet. Go look at my today poem. Rhymes up the wazoo.

I always thought Rybka was male, but then a lot of people thought I was female at first. I think it's my eyelashes. They are naturally long, lush, and dark.

And, yes, I think our Snoodster is a guy, but I am fond of the ambiguity of the persona.

Yes, I've seen you use internal rhyme, very well imo. I just don't understand why some people don't like end rhymes. They can turn a poem flabby and hallmarky, I know, but rhymed poetry can be beautiful, like um art. I think Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night is a great example as are so may sonnets.

I'm fixated on your lashes now.

 

[champagne1982]

Any Sesame Street monster without either/or apron, ribbon, bow and rolling pin is pretty much assured male... sooo, Snoodster's pic is of a male Monster... fer sure.

I don't mind sonnets, I get rhymes ok, sometimes my rhythm goes a little off...

upbj, who said a modern sonnet need rhyme... take the form and run with it. Make poetry for the day, not because someone says it MUST be like such and such. Rules are made to be broken and anarchists are made to break rules .

 

[champagne1982]

Yes, I've seen you use internal rhyme, very well imo. I just don't understand why some people don't like end rhymes. They can turn a poem flabby and hallmarky, I know, but rhymed poetry can be beautiful, like um art. I think Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night is a great example as are so may sonnets.

I'm fixated on your lashes now.

But, you are the mistress of enjambment.

 

[Tzara]

I'm fixated on your lashes now.

As am I.

Um, you're blocking my mirror.

 

[Angeline]

As am I.

Um, you're blocking my mirror.

*Pushes Narcissus into the pool.*

 

[champagne1982]

LOL... doesn't a Narcissus wet become a Lily?

pretty eyes... pretty pretty eyes

 

[Tzara]

But, you are the mistress of enjambment.

That sounds so wrong.


Long nights, I guess, up there in Maine. Who am I to judge what the residents do for their meagre entertainment? I just know that I shall not cast the first stone.

 

[champagne1982]

That sounds so wrong.


Long nights, I guess, up there in Maine. Who am I to judge what the residents do for their meagre entertainment? I just know that I shall not cast the first stone.

Truly, I just realized it's long past midnight, there. There must be Olympic things on.

 

[Tzara]

*Pushes Narcissus into the pool.*

I think I'm being remyth about something here.

 

[Tzara]

LOL... doesn't a Narcissus wet become a Lily?

You do not want me to go there, surely.

Trust me on this.

 

[Tzara]

Truly, I just realized it's long past midnight, there. There must be Olympic things on.

Angie can probably watch the CBC coverage, like I do. Way better, for the most part, than NBC.



What happened to Brian Williams? He retire or something?

 

[Angeline]

That sounds so wrong.


Long nights, I guess, up there in Maine. Who am I to judge what the residents do for their meagre entertainment? I just know that I shall not cast the first stone.

Truly, I just realized it's long past midnight, there. There must be Olympic things on.

I stayed up all night Thursday to finish an editing job. Then I stayed up all day Friday so I wouldn't mess up my internal clock. I don't think it worked. I slept well Friday night. I'm not at all tired now.

 

[loststar]

just in to say hello, grab my nightcap, and hope for sleep, I miss you all so much, and will be returning somewhat to regular seceduled programing soon, well goodnight, and good luck

 

[Homburg]

This was posted over in the BDSM boards and I thought it would go over well here.

http://www.joshhosler.biz/NumberOneInHistory/SelectMonth.htm

It's a site that lists the #1 Billboard song by date for the last few decades. What song was number one on your birthday?

Mine was "Alone again (naturally)" by Gilbert O'Sullivan, and I won't link to it so as to keep down possible suicide attempts. Ugh.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*panting*

when can I expect the audio files for those?




Teach me some good Irish swear words. I have a good friend I'd like to use them on.

bj

Pogue mahone

You know, I was eight when they killed Howdy Doody. I was in my parents' car, just about to turn onto our street, when the news came over the radio. I cried.

Which was really silly, because I had never much watched the show.

My first experience of death, I suppose.
As you well know, fair Ms. A., I have written my share of clunky sonnets. I have no fear of form, nor especially of that form (though I actually think villanelles are easier, since there are fewer rhymes and no volta).

I was merely suggesting that our new forum member, the Honourable Snood, be a bit wary when Sirens sing of Form Poetry, as the poet often ends on rocks.

But as regards the Snood, he (She? It?) is, I'm sure, mature enough to make his (hers/its) own unfortunate decisions about the topic of Form Poetry.

God help him/it/her.

What's a volta?

I think Snood is a guy. I get man vibes from him. And I may be the only person here who actually figured out our dear Rybka was male. Most people though he was a she until he admitted his gender.

I've written awful sonnets. And awful poems in every form including free verse, lord knows.

Why do you people dislike rhyming? Does it sound too sing-songy to you? Unhip? Not now? I'm just trying to understand.

Isn't this where I came in originally? Rhyming that is .... don't you dare rhyme while I am away!!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

This was posted over in the BDSM boards and I thought it would go over well here.

http://www.joshhosler.biz/NumberOneInHistory/SelectMonth.htm

It's a site that lists the #1 Billboard song by date for the last few decades. What song was number one on your birthday?

Mine was "Alone again (naturally)" by Gilbert O'Sullivan, and I won't link to it so as to keep down possible suicide attempts. Ugh.

Rag Mop" by The Ames Brothers???!!! never heard of it before

 

[Homburg]

Pogue mahone

Which happens to be the original name of my all-time favourite band, The Pogues.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Which happens to be the original name of my all-time favourite band, The Pogues.

They had to take the 'mahone' bit off because it means kiss my ass