A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

I will try to explain using something that looks a bit like Pelegrino's notation in the Metre thread, ok?

For this to work, you need to tap three fingers sequentially, one after another, again and again. E.g., thumb, index, middle, thumb, index, middle, thumb, index, middle... One two three, one two three, one two three... Again and again, from start to end.

The numbers sitting above the words show when they are supposed to be said, in time with the fingers tapping. Might take a bit of coordination. ;)

Ok, let's do this...

Code:
    1     2   3       1     2     3
/ Chill [B][U]north[/U][/B]east / wind's [B][U]bite[/U][/B]; fine /
    1     2     3    1     2    3
/ white [B][U]sand[/U][/B]'s gi / ven [B][U]flight[/U][/B] in /
  1   2    3     1  2    3      1   2     3
/ a [B][U]coast[/U][/B] --- / so [B][U]gray[/U][/B] --- /  and [B][U]long[/U][/B]. --- /

   1   2   3    1  2  3     1    2    3
/ --- ---  a / lar [B][U]ra[/U][/B]zors / of [B][U]stone[/U][/B] go /
   1 2    3     1     2    3
/ un[B][U]seen[/U][/B] in / plain [B][U]sight[/U][/B], as /
    1    2   3     1  2    3    1  2    3
/ bare [B][U]feet[/U][/B] plod / a[B][U]long[/U][/B], --- / a[B][U]lone[/U][/B]. --- /

   1   2    3    1  2    3      1    2    3
/ --- ---  Not / a [B][U]soul[/U][/B] walks / the [B][U]night[/U][/B] to /
   1     2    3    1   2    3
/ join [B][U]hands[/U][/B] in / the [B][U]cold[/U][/B] for /
   1  2    3      1    2   3     1   2     3
/ a [B][U]touch[/U][/B] --- / would [B][U]ache[/U][/B] to / the [B][U]bone[/U][/B]. --- /

   1   2    3      1  2    3     1    2     3
/ --- --- Fire's / a [B][U]soul[/U][/B] shi / ning [B][U]bold[/U][/B] march /
   1  2  3    1   2    3
/ ing [B][U]on[/U][/B] to / a [B][U]fight[/U][/B] that /
  1    2    3    1  2   3    1  2     3
/ is [B][U]meant[/U][/B] --- / to [B][U]go[/U][/B] --- / un[B][U]told[/U][/B]. --- /
   1   2
/ --- --- /

I hope you can see now what I was shooting for.
 
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October not seen you for a while .......... mind you I wandered off myself a couple of weeks back, I must answer my PMs before people think I've forsaken them. Real life sort of got in the way ......
 
*looks around for the regulars* pinches a sneaky corona * sips and stares. Thoughts troubled by things worlds away
 
Chinks bottles with each of you, just reading some 1201 in New poems and djinn and he hits hard with his words, Damn hard, and wondering how and why and what, and a gloomy bar filled with the history of others asking the same questions seemed a good place To ruminate. Good to see ya's
 
Hm. You're not a very good poem, number 43.

Chill northeast wind's bite;
fine white sand's given flight
in a coast so gray and long.

Sharp alar razors of stone
go unseen in plain sight,
as bare feet plod along, alone.

Not a soul walks the night
to join hands in the cold
for a touch would ache to the bone.

Fire's a soul shining bold
marching on to a fight
that is meant to go untold.

tso, thanks for posting this :)
yes, it has a sting - not just in the wind-blown sand but in the feel of the slices to unsuspecting foot flesh from the alar

i owe tods a review. damn, so behind....
 
Chinks bottles with each of you, just reading some 1201 in New poems and djinn and he hits hard with his words, Damn hard, and wondering how and why and what, and a gloomy bar filled with the history of others asking the same questions seemed a good place To ruminate. Good to see ya's
cheers, tods x

yeah, his poetry has that effect on me frequently. he's not easy reading - he almost demands we connect emotionally; manipulative poeteer.:cool:
 
H, tods or tso (i get those names confused so often!) has recommended 12's in NP... the link's there.

g'nitr, patrons all, and the 'tender. :rose::rose::rose:
 
tso, thanks for posting this :)
yes, it has a sting - not just in the wind-blown sand but in the feel of the slices to unsuspecting foot flesh from the alar

i owe tods a review. damn, so behind....

It's a strange coast, that one. Very good for windsurfing, though.
 
Coffee and keep 'em coming *throws darts at the wall near the dartboard* hey, I'm getting better at this. :cattail:
 
Coffee and keep 'em coming *throws darts at the wall near the dartboard* hey, I'm getting better at this. :cattail:

You need to drink more and concentrate on the up and down motion of drinks to lips and envision it's a dart, gives you a smooth action and being pissed gives you and excuse when you miss :D
 
I was pretty good throwing darts until I found out it was an actual game with rules. Then I just went back to drinking and throwing.
 
i think i need a drink

delightful panic is probably the best way to describe what i'm feeling right now :D :eek:

omg i can't stop grinning
 
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