What is a ...

[CharleyH]

post modern poem?

I know a post modern film when I see it, and even lyrics with music, but a post modern poem for the 21st century? What does that look like? Pen away, yet when you do? Please tell me why your poem is post modern.

 

[CharleyH]

No worries. I will give you time before I give you mine. Damn, that almost rhymed.

 

[CharleyH]

scared?

 

[CharleyH]

I know you wanna go Post modern Met!

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I know you wanna go Post modern Met!

What is a post modernism definition? Postmodernism is an attempt to rethink the cultural landscape with theories taken from linguistics, psychiatry, continental philosophy, and left-wing politics. Postmodernist poetry tends to be a cotery art – fragmentary, solipsist and provisional, opposed to the 'great themes of art' and indeed to saying anything definite. There probably is no post modernism definition per se: anything goes... found here... (~_~)

 

[CharleyH]

What is a post modernism definition? Postmodernism is an attempt to rethink the cultural landscape with theories taken from linguistics, psychiatry, continental philosophy, and left-wing politics. Postmodernist poetry tends to be a cotery art – fragmentary, solipsist and provisional, opposed to the 'great themes of art' and indeed to saying anything definite. There probably is no post modernism definition per se: anything goes... found here... (~_~)

So you are saying you can't write a post-mod poem?

 

[champagne1982]

Let's say for a moment I denied the romance of assonance and chased metaphor away and then if we discovered that free verse was being erased
through sonnets sweet enough to make you vomit would you tell me I was lying?
I'm not saying that I'm through trying but deviate a moment from the rules and toss away devices to make you think that maybe form has a purpose and light bulbs cannot demarcate the path.
It's enough to say words draw lines and lines keep words in line but don't make me follow a line drawn on a map and point me in the wrong direction.

 

[Tzara]

For Charley (prologue)

I am Pomo, I am fine,
self-referential, overtime.
I am parodic, and I'm bad
and cul·tur·al·ly masculine.
But wait! I should be generalist
and muticulti-feminist!
But I like baseball, which is sad.
Not very Pomo, nor quite Rad.
My semiotic, nothing slick,
my signs and signifiers sick
of primping, plumping. Phallicate.
I'm missing something. God, I hate
to be stupid, missing lines
from Derrida, who Foucault rhymes
with sexual and power crimes.

Signed,

Dead White Male
(twice underlined)

 

[Maria2394]

scared?

Hey Charley, I was scared. I will freely admit it, so I hung back and watched, waiting until someone smarter than I replied.

good luck with your query

M

 

[Tzara]

OK. We need to start with some understanding of what I (or you or Hélène Cixous) thinks is Postmodern. And, uh, that is kind of like what isn't?

So, some things I think are Postmodern:

• John Barth: Lost in the Funhouse
• Lukas Foss: Baroque Variations
• Thomas Pynchon: The Crying of Lot 49
• George Rochberg: Oboe Concerto

So that doesn't help very much, does it? How about a list of characteristics of the Postmodern, like:

• Self-referential
• Parodic
• Pessimistic
• Intertextual
• Recyclable
• French

Agreed? No? Ah, hell. No matter. We Pomodorians forge straight ahead with our vision of the ultimate collapse of Western Civilization. So. Given all that, here's my Pomo poem: un homme est une femme

This is muy Pomo, may dear, 'cuz

• It is partly in (corrupt) French.
• It mentions Lyotard, Baudrillard, and Cixous.
• It is phallologocentric.
• It is full of quotes and allusions to previously published stuff by my betters (at least six--find them all!).
• It is as layered as a torte.
• It is self-referential.
• It is a joke, and way parodic.
• It is not very good

So 'K?

 

[Maria2394]

T

may I just say, you are verrry, very sexy when you talk all cryptic and intellectual-like like that.

purrrrr




OH!

what I meant to say... in essence, if poetry is relatively bad ( and yours is not ever bad, that part confuses me...), makes refs to those of whom have published not just before you, but perhaps more than you, if thed poem is silly, pompous, refers to the phallus and quotes French, it might just fit that definition?

I Think I might be gettin' it,

 

[The_Fool]

The only French I know is French kissing. I quit doing that when Disposa Girl left me...

 

[Liar]

scared?

No, just confused.

Postmodernism doesn't exist, other than as a conversation piece. It's an imaginary meme, a inconcrete label for a an implied but never identified movement defined by what it's not instead of what it is. Not even people who call themselves postmodernists agree what it is or who can call themselves that. It's like looking at a street cred pissing contest over who's the most "fo' real", where nobody bother to stop and think what they meant by "real".

It's modernists playing "opposite day". Doing what modernist deconstruction and reconstruction already did, and calling it something else, so they can believe that they are different.

So really, an answer to your question would be: A modernist poem by a cultural masturbator.

 

[annaswirls]

great link, MET, thanks

I nearly choked on my gob stopper when I saw the word "solipsist" in your definition until I saw you reference the source

What is a post modernism definition? Postmodernism is an attempt to rethink the cultural landscape with theories taken from linguistics, psychiatry, continental philosophy, and left-wing politics. Postmodernist poetry tends to be a cotery art – fragmentary, solipsist and provisional, opposed to the 'great themes of art' and indeed to saying anything definite. There probably is no post modernism definition per se: anything goes... found here... (~_~)

 

[annaswirls]

I am generally of the feeling-- you wanna see mine, show me yours
but I guess that does not work when you are the one who is looking for examples.

I am generally not interested enough to put out the effort needed to classify poetry into schools, but will give it a shot if this thread is still around when I get back home and recover from this long trip to my parents house

post modern poem?

I know a post modern film when I see it, and even lyrics with music, but a post modern poem for the 21st century? What does that look like? Pen away, yet when you do? Please tell me why your poem is post modern.

 

[bogusbrig]

I am generally of the feeling-- you wanna see mine, show me yours
but I guess that does not work when you are the one who is looking for examples.

I am generally not interested enough to put out the effort needed to classify poetry into schools, but will give it a shot if this thread is still around when I get back home and recover from this long trip to my parents house

This could be described as a post modern poem as far as I understand it, though some of my poems with lifted quotes might be better suited to fill the bill. I've been applying my understanding of post modern visual art to poetry, an assemblage of different styles and subject matter, quite often borrowed or stolen and populist in construction (sort of popish). Maybe some geek will come along and tell me it isn't but as far as I can tell, no one can really tell you what or what isn't post modernism, its more a case of it gives a sense and feel of post modern zeitgeist.

I could be wrong but I don't see how a post modernist could argue about it.

The Modern Mystic

He cut off his own balls
Whilst fueled on a hallucinogenic vision
And gave them to a stray dog to eat
So to have unencumbered the future

‘I didn’t want to confront a face resembling mine filled with hate.’

He took to avoiding mirrors
Keeping to the cloistered shadows
Of his oppressive study
Where he studied Foucault in hope of believing

‘How can madness be cultural when madness is unadulterated pain?’

His words swallowed in the swelling of his throat
He should have cut his cock off too
And served it up on a platter
Not ritually as if a foreskin but as honest mutilation

‘How the educated are more stupid than the ignorant!’

Somewhere on a beach near you
A professor is building sand castles in the dunes
Before waiting for the tide to wash away his structure
So he can argue it was all in the mind​

Later he will purge himself and adore his self hate in the S&M parlours

Strapped over a pony
And taking it from behind
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Convinced his pain
To be a source of enlightenment
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Nothing could harm him
Because he is the vision
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!​

A reddened arse distracts attention from a blushing countenance

History has a tale worth the telling
But whose word muscle threads its silky oratory?
And whose slithers on its snake belly?
Wars have been fought about this
Great men have bloated into greater fools
As they sought to justify their nonsense
With his tissue of lies

He unpicks the convoluted space he inhabits
Twisting his tongue back into a knot
Knot on knot into a crocheted webbing
Pulling loose under the tension of its creativity

He takes his penknife from his pocket
And sticking out his offending tongue
Cuts and watches his lies stretched out before him
Whip back and slap him in his face

Sitting back in the shadow
He considers himself
With smug satisfaction
At his intellectual suicide​

 

[FifthFlower]

Happy Birds

I really don't know what a post modern anything is, so I'll just offer this one and hope I get an A.

The birds are happy in the tree ,
Since they are pooping down on me.
When I look up , then I can see
Another one fall wet and free.

 

[Angeline]

post modern poem?

I know a post modern film when I see it, and even lyrics with music, but a post modern poem for the 21st century? What does that look like? Pen away, yet when you do? Please tell me why your poem is post modern.

Well I'm the wrong person to ask. I write sonnets for god's sake. But I do know that any poem Lauren Hynde writes is a post modern poem.

 

[Angeline]

The only French I know is French kissing. I quit doing that when Disposa Girl left me...

She's in France, I hear.

 

[CharleyH]

Let's say for a moment I denied the romance of assonance and chased metaphor away and then if we discovered that free verse was being erased
through sonnets sweet enough to make you vomit would you tell me I was lying?
I'm not saying that I'm through trying but deviate a moment from the rules and toss away devices to make you think that maybe form has a purpose and light bulbs cannot demarcate the path.
It's enough to say words draw lines and lines keep words in line but don't make me follow a line drawn on a map and point me in the wrong direction.

lol - great answer!

 

[CharleyH]

I am Pomo, I am fine,
self-referential, overtime.
I am parodic, and I'm bad
and cul·tur·al·ly masculine.
But wait! I should be generalist
and muticulti-feminist!
But I like baseball, which is sad.
Not very Pomo, nor quite Rad.
My semiotic, nothing slick,
my signs and signifiers sick
of primping, plumping. Phallicate.
I'm missing something. God, I hate
to be stupid, missing lines
from Derrida, who Foucault rhymes
with sexual and power crimes.

Signed,

Dead White Male
(twice underlined)

You are definately better than me! Wonderful! Somehow? I love it!

 

[CharleyH]

I am generally of the feeling-- you wanna see mine, show me yours
but I guess that does not work when you are the one who is looking for examples.

I am generally not interested enough to put out the effort needed to classify poetry into schools, but will give it a shot if this thread is still around when I get back home and recover from this long trip to my parents house

As said, I know post-modern lyrics, but I have no concept of what a postmodern poem is. I am sure I got some answers, already though.

(PS: I will show you mine when you show me yours!)

 

[CharleyH]

What is a post modernism definition? Postmodernism is an attempt to rethink the cultural landscape with theories taken from linguistics, psychiatry, continental philosophy, and left-wing politics. Postmodernist poetry tends to be a cotery art – fragmentary, solipsist and provisional, opposed to the 'great themes of art' and indeed to saying anything definite. There probably is no post modernism definition per se: anything goes... found here... (~_~)

I think the post-modern is a summation of the past in all it's gaudy intellectual glory. Thanks, Met. I knew you'd come through in one way or another.

 

[CharleyH]

Well I'm the wrong person to ask. I write sonnets for god's sake. But I do know that any poem Lauren Hynde writes is a post modern poem.

Indeed! I was hoping to inspire her a new one.

 

[CharleyH]

This could be described as a post modern poem as far as I understand it, though some of my poems with lifted quotes might be better suited to fill the bill. I've been applying my understanding of post modern visual art to poetry, an assemblage of different styles and subject matter, quite often borrowed or stolen and populist in construction (sort of popish). Maybe some geek will come along and tell me it isn't but as far as I can tell, no one can really tell you what or what isn't post modernism, its more a case of it gives a sense and feel of post modern zeitgeist.

I could be wrong but I don't see how a post modernist could argue about it.


The Modern Mystic

He cut off his own balls
Whilst fueled on a hallucinogenic vision
And gave them to a stray dog to eat
So to have unencumbered the future

‘I didn’t want to confront a face resembling mine filled with hate.’

He took to avoiding mirrors
Keeping to the cloistered shadows
Of his oppressive study
Where he studied Foucault in hope of believing

‘How can madness be cultural when madness is unadulterated pain?’

His words swallowed in the swelling of his throat
He should have cut his cock off too
And served it up on a platter
Not ritually as if a foreskin but as honest mutilation

‘How the educated are more stupid than the ignorant!’

Somewhere on a beach near you
A professor is building sand castles in the dunes
Before waiting for the tide to wash away his structure
So he can argue it was all in the mind​

Later he will purge himself and adore his self hate in the S&M parlours

Strapped over a pony
And taking it from behind
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Convinced his pain
To be a source of enlightenment
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Nothing could harm him
Because he is the vision
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!​

A reddened arse distracts attention from a blushing countenance

History has a tale worth the telling
But whose word muscle threads its silky oratory?
And whose slithers on its snake belly?
Wars have been fought about this
Great men have bloated into greater fools
As they sought to justify their nonsense
With his tissue of lies

He unpicks the convoluted space he inhabits
Twisting his tongue back into a knot
Knot on knot into a crocheted webbing
Pulling loose under the tension of its creativity

He takes his penknife from his pocket
And sticking out his offending tongue
Cuts and watches his lies stretched out before him
Whip back and slap him in his face

Sitting back in the shadow
He considers himself
With smug satisfaction
At his intellectual suicide​

A post-modernist couldn't. LOL Interesting poem. I will have to take more time with it, if you don't mind my posting my take here?