What poetry poetry is.

[AChild]

Well?

In your own words please.

 

[BooMerengue]

Well?

In your own words please.

What is Poetry?

Or

What is Poetry Poetry?

 

[Tzara]

I've never heard this term before, but I assume it refers to poetry about poetry.

My other guess is it's what you would hear if you shouted "What is poetry?" in a very large empty room.

 

[BooMerengue]

I've never heard this term before, but I assume it refers to poetry about poetry.

My other guess is it's what you would hear if you shouted "What is poetry?" in a very large empty room.

I heard of a play once called Author! Author!

Or was that Arthur! Arthur!

Or Victor! Victoria!

I don't know- I'm confused.

You're looking good today, Tzara. What is Pote? A small Peyote? I want some. I need a small buzz.

Oh dear. I just thought. Izzat a misspelling of Poet??


*guffawwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Tzara]

You're looking good today, Tzara. What is Pote? A small Peyote? I want some. I need a small buzz.

Oh dear. I just thought. Izzat a misspelling of Poet??


*guffawwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks, Boo.

It's French: un pote (informal): mate, buddy, chum

Plus it's a joke.

 

[BooMerengue]

Thanks, Boo.

It's French: un pote (informal): mate, buddy, chum

Plus it's a joke.

Get me some peyote and I'll be your chum!

 

[BooMerengue]

Well?

In your own words please.

Pay no attention to the nonsense here. It's a disease. We're all guilty.

Welcome.

 

[Tzara]

Get me some peyote and I'll be your chum!

Those days are behind me, I'm afraid. Darjeeling tea is now about as psychotropic as I get. But it does raise another suggestion for "poetry poetry"--my ears could still be ringing from when I used to play in a band.

I don't think we played any songs with the word "poetry" in them, but I was having enough trouble trying to remind myself which of the three chords I knew came next, so I could be wrong about that.

 

[BooMerengue]

Those days are behind me, I'm afraid. Darjeeling tea is now about as psychotropic as I get. But it does raise another suggestion for "poetry poetry"--my ears could still be ringing from when I used to play in a band.

I don't think we played any songs with the word "poetry" in them, but I was having enough trouble trying to remind myself which of the three chords I knew came next, so I could be wrong about that.

(Read this as if Alfalfa were saying it to Darla) Ohhh my darjeeling!!

How old are you? lol Do you live near cows? There are goodies under their pies, you know. They go well w/ Green Kool Aid.

*smirk

 

[Tzara]

(Read this as if Alfalfa were saying it to Darla) Ohhh my darjeeling!!

How old are you? lol Do you live near cows? There are goodies under their pies, you know. They go well w/ Green Kool Aid.

*smirk

I'm 53. I think. Arithmetic is difficult for me.

Other than the wind-up cow on my bookcase, no.

In my semi-professional opinion, I think peyote for you today would be superfluous. You sound pretty giddy as it is. Go turn the lights out and put on Live/Dead or Quicksilver's Happy Trails.

 

[BooMerengue]

How astute! I am a bit giddy today. I looked and I looked and I couldn't find the right present for my Lovey Boy and then I found it and I am sooo happy! It doesn't take much, you know.

Can't you just let loose one time? Hell, I'm older than you! I let loose. Usually it's ok- no one actually gets hurt though it is touch and go.

Do you drink KoolAid? You should. Changin' Cherry. Trust me.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Pote means vase in Portuguese.

 

[Tzara]

Pote means vase in Portuguese.

Hmmm. Freud would undoubtedly have some wiseacre comment about that.

 

[Tzara]

Meanwhile, back to the original question, here is the Free Dictionary definition of "poetry":

po·et·ry (p-tr)
n.
1. The art or work of a poet.
2.
...a. Poems regarded as forming a division of literature.
...b. The poetic works of a given author, group, nation, or kind.
3. A piece of literature written in meter; verse.
4. Prose that resembles a poem in some respect, as in form or sound.
5. The essence or characteristic quality of a poem.
6. A quality that suggests poetry, as in grace, beauty, or harmony: the poetry of the dancer's movements.​

So I suppose one way of looking at the statement "What poetry poetry is" would be equivalent to "What [definition 6] [definition 3] is." But that seems to be self-referential to me, like when I was looking at a very old geography textbook that located Norway as being "west of Sweden" and Sweden as being "east of Norway". Correct, but unhelpful.

 

[champagne1982]

You can find this answer on my lit page too.

Poetry?

There is poetry in joy,
even in sadness,
with a melancholy overlay
like black lace.

I have heard poetry.
Found it in a bird's song,
listened to a lover's sigh
and susurrant surf.

Poetry's when your heart
grabs you in a spinning whirl,
like a Dervish dance,
sending prayers to God.

But mostly, poetry is a conversation
you have with the world
when you need to talk
to someone.

 

[Angeline]

Poetry Poetry Poetry

A Brief History of Poetry

First come letters.
Those silly squiggles elude
my grasp of understanding
until they stop wiggling,
learn to behave themselves
as grownup letters should.

They become civilized,
join others of their ilk
and wedding bells peal:
form marries meaning.

I fill my small palms with pages
and birth Aha! R-A-I-N
squalls on paper, no different
from the furious water
that lashes my Saturday morning.

Weeks pass, words multiply
in me like rabbits, one by one,
then in pairs they board the ark
of my imagination: they enter me

unfurling, parading sentences
delicate minuets, bold boogaloos
and wild jitterbug joy pours
language into me because books

have become zoos
but the cage doors are open!
The words clamor out,
they growl, guffaw
and tear past the bars drunk
on the freedom of my knowing

they leap from dictionaries, storybooks,
flee magazines, billboards, conversation
and they live in me, they populate me!

They whisper: “Write us down.
Write
us
down.”

And I do.
I swirl them. They coalesce
in polyphonous patterns
of morpheme, syllables,
words, sentences awake me
ring poetry in the song
of all my days.

 

[vampiredust]

Well?

In your own words please.

Is that poetry squared, lol

To Make A Poem

Take an object
(ideally something that can
be folded) and bend it into
an airplane.

Go somewhere far. Not near
the sea (it will sink) or
the mountains (it will freeze)

Release it and let the winds
carry it someplace else

That is your poem

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Poems, yes, but of fire,
devouring. Round
as fists before the danger.
Sure boats caught in the storm.
Cruel. Pure. Destilled
from the cruelty of birth,
sleep,
death.

Poems, yes, but rebels.
Full as if with water and,
like water,
opened to the geometry
of all bodies. Whole,
dispite the clay
and the tender
of their star shaped profile.

Poems, yes, but of blood.
Let those poems exude
from shadow. Release their pus
in the public square.
Loud, vibrant like
an earthquake
an exorcism
or the death of a child.

 

[champagne1982]

Everyman could write
a poem with his breath
as he lives a victory
less than great
still a battle won.

 

[AChild]

I love this forum.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

This forum loves you too.

 

[ewopper]

Well?

In your own words please.

Poetry poetry is pure, heartfelt works that may or may not rhyme stanza wise but the stanzas ring out to the psyche of the reader or listener

 

[MyNecroticSnail]

Poetry poetry is a circular saw
the bad cut wind
over and over again
the good find it self-effacing

 

[cherries_on_snow]

I like this, Carrie. Good answer.

You can find this answer on my lit page too.

Poetry?

There is poetry in joy,
even in sadness,
with a melancholy overlay
like black lace.

I have heard poetry.
Found it in a bird's song,
listened to a lover's sigh
and susurrant surf.

Poetry's when your heart
grabs you in a spinning whirl,
like a Dervish dance,
sending prayers to God.

But mostly, poetry is a conversation
you have with the world
when you need to talk
to someone.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

You've mentioned the bad and the good, but what about the ugly?

Poetry poetry is a circular saw
the bad cut wind
over and over again
the good find it self-effacing