Yes, most definitely. You have to put in a LOT of work though, to get something out of it. The thing is, being a good reader is like being good at math: you have to put in a lot of grunt work to tackle the big problems. For some reason, when it comes to language skills, people like to think that they are somehow equal to everyone else, and see no reason why everything should not be accessible to them.
I may start on that then, I've been running out of other works. Plus, recently finishing "We" has made me more interested in figuring out authorial intent and allusions to other works rather than simply absorbing.
Read A Portrait of the Author as a Young Man first. It's a prerequisite.
Yes, most definitely. You have to put in a LOT of work though, to get something out of it. The thing is, being a good reader is like being good at math: you have to put in a lot of grunt work to tackle the big problems. For some reason, when it comes to language skills, people like to think that they are somehow equal to everyone else, and see no reason why everything should not be accessible to them.
I may start on that then, I've been running out of other works. Plus, recently finishing "We" has made me more interested in figuring out authorial intent and allusions to other works rather than simply absorbing.
Read A Portrait of the Author as a Young Man first. It's a prerequisite.
Yes, most definitely. You have to put in a LOT of work though, to get something out of it. The thing is, being a good reader is like being good at math: you have to put in a lot of grunt work to tackle the big problems. For some reason, when it comes to language skills, people like to think that they are somehow equal to everyone else, and see no reason why everything should not be accessible to them.
I may start on that then, I've been running out of other works. Plus, recently finishing "We" has made me more interested in figuring out authorial intent and allusions to other works rather than simply absorbing.
Read A Portrait of the Author as a Young Man first. It's a prerequisite.
I feel like there’s supposed to be more to the poem than just the nice sentimental image.
I like it for it's metrical achievements. The trochaic (stress on the first beat) substitution of "Fades" and the long accent of "Passed" are perfect examples of metrical mimesis. It's also about the poet's unique ability to place himself in the moment/eternity, which Pound is considering as Godlike.
It is a rather beautiful poem. I knew something was up metrically, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I'm kind of stuck in iambic pentameter mode right now from all the sonnets I am reading for one of my classes.
It never fails that when I actually make it to class on time, it's been cancelled.
On the bright side, breakfast went really well.
Nice!
Thanks! I'm going to call her after class and ask if she wants to hang out later this evening. She's probably has plans, since it's Friday, but fortune favors the bold!
Also Keats could do metrical mimesis like a motherfucker.
Mostly, yeah. It's mostly blank verse. I think I caught eleven syllables in one line. I'm really bad at figuring out which syllables are stressed or not in my head though.
i love keats. ode on melancholy is one of my favourite poems.
I think the only keats i've read so far was eve of saint agnes. Dude's got such lavish imagery going n in that poem. It's also interesting seeing what he does to pay tribute of sort to the poets who came before him.
That's the thing about literature, the more you read, the more you get out of it.
Mostly, yeah. It's mostly blank verse. I think I caught eleven syllables in one line. I'm really bad at figuring out which syllables are stressed or not in my head though.
syllabic variation is totally allowed and in fact encouraged within the broader metric categories, so eleven syllables doesn't really matter as long as the emphases are there
else ten low words oft creep in one dull line
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Doing this one from memory, because I don't feel like breaking out the google-fu
The Spring - Ezra Pound
Cydonean Spring, with her attendant Train,
Maelids and water-girls,
Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace,
Throughout this sylvan place
Spreads the bright tips,
And every vine-stock
Is clad is clad brilliances.
And wild desire
Falls like black lightening.
O wild heart,
Though every branch have back what last year lost,
She, who moved here amid the cyclamen,
Moves only now a clinging, tenuous ghost.
Mostly, yeah. It's mostly blank verse. I think I caught eleven syllables in one line. I'm really bad at figuring out which syllables are stressed or not in my head though.
syllabic variation is totally allowed and in fact encouraged within the broader metric categories, so eleven syllables doesn't really matter as long as the emphases are there
else ten low words oft creep in one dull line
tee hee!
Pope is SERIOUSLY underrated. His stuff is so acoustically beautiful and it's so elegant, so intelligent.
syllabic variation is totally allowed and in fact encouraged within the broader metric categories, so eleven syllables doesn't really matter as long as the emphases are there
else ten low words oft creep in one dull line
Oh, I know. Breaking the regular iambic pattern to say, emphasis a word with a trochee or something when done correctly is great poetry. I just wasn't willing to call it iambic pentameter after a single read of it cause I'm not great at scanning poetry.
Mostly, yeah. It's mostly blank verse. I think I caught eleven syllables in one line. I'm really bad at figuring out which syllables are stressed or not in my head though.
Try reading it aloud and clapping as you do. It really helps.
I never much cared for Keats before I took a British literature class and wrote an analysis of Ode to Autumn that I got a perfect score on. The only comments my professor wrote were along the lines of "this is exactly what Keats is doing." It was then that I realized that Keats and I operate on the same wavelength and I started reading the shit out of his poems.
Mostly, yeah. It's mostly blank verse. I think I caught eleven syllables in one line. I'm really bad at figuring out which syllables are stressed or not in my head though.
syllabic variation is totally allowed and in fact encouraged within the broader metric categories, so eleven syllables doesn't really matter as long as the emphases are there
else ten low words oft creep in one dull line
tee hee!
Pope is SERIOUSLY underrated. His stuff is so acoustically beautiful and it's so elegant, so intelligent.
i seem to have been the only english major in my entire program who enjoyed scansion and analyzing rhythms, metrics, etc. i fucking love pope, and i wrote an essay about his metrics that i really enjoyed.
the dude had a grasp of the march of language that is only matched IMO by other big names like Shakespeare.
Mostly, yeah. It's mostly blank verse. I think I caught eleven syllables in one line. I'm really bad at figuring out which syllables are stressed or not in my head though.
syllabic variation is totally allowed and in fact encouraged within the broader metric categories, so eleven syllables doesn't really matter as long as the emphases are there
else ten low words oft creep in one dull line
tee hee!
Pope is SERIOUSLY underrated. His stuff is so acoustically beautiful and it's so elegant, so intelligent.
i seem to have been the only english major in my entire program who enjoyed scansion and analyzing rhythms, metrics, etc. i fucking love pope, and i wrote an essay about his metrics that i really enjoyed.
the dude had a grasp of the march of language that is only matched IMO by other big names like Shakespeare.
My money's gotta go to Milton in terms of pure metrical bliss, but that Shakespeare guy is alright. :P
In the room, the women come and go,
Talking of cocks.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a cock?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
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isn't it a portrait of the artist?
Nice!
wow
I just failed my life
Sadly I think Drez is having an existential crisis and cannot attend.
Holy shit.
First Mike gets rid of Church, then he gets Pods to kill himself.
Nobody is safe!
I don't feel like doing anything in particular.
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pound's poem is also iambic pentameter
Thanks! I'm going to call her after class and ask if she wants to hang out later this evening. She's probably has plans, since it's Friday, but fortune favors the bold!
Also Keats could do metrical mimesis like a motherfucker.
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Mostly, yeah. It's mostly blank verse. I think I caught eleven syllables in one line. I'm really bad at figuring out which syllables are stressed or not in my head though.
I think the only keats i've read so far was eve of saint agnes. Dude's got such lavish imagery going n in that poem. It's also interesting seeing what he does to pay tribute of sort to the poets who came before him.
That's the thing about literature, the more you read, the more you get out of it.
syllabic variation is totally allowed and in fact encouraged within the broader metric categories, so eleven syllables doesn't really matter as long as the emphases are there
else ten low words oft creep in one dull line
The Spring - Ezra Pound
Cydonean Spring, with her attendant Train,
Maelids and water-girls,
Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace,
Throughout this sylvan place
Spreads the bright tips,
And every vine-stock
Is clad is clad brilliances.
And wild desire
Falls like black lightening.
O wild heart,
Though every branch have back what last year lost,
She, who moved here amid the cyclamen,
Moves only now a clinging, tenuous ghost.
tee hee!
Pope is SERIOUSLY underrated. His stuff is so acoustically beautiful and it's so elegant, so intelligent.
How bout that integral calculus, guys?
Eh?
Eh?
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Oh, I know. Breaking the regular iambic pattern to say, emphasis a word with a trochee or something when done correctly is great poetry. I just wasn't willing to call it iambic pentameter after a single read of it cause I'm not great at scanning poetry.
wherein we replace random words with "cocks" and see how it changes the poems meaning
This feels right.
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Try reading it aloud and clapping as you do. It really helps.
I never much cared for Keats before I took a British literature class and wrote an analysis of Ode to Autumn that I got a perfect score on. The only comments my professor wrote were along the lines of "this is exactly what Keats is doing." It was then that I realized that Keats and I operate on the same wavelength and I started reading the shit out of his poems.
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The apparition of these cocks in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
Petals on a wet, black cock.
i seem to have been the only english major in my entire program who enjoyed scansion and analyzing rhythms, metrics, etc. i fucking love pope, and i wrote an essay about his metrics that i really enjoyed.
the dude had a grasp of the march of language that is only matched IMO by other big names like Shakespeare.
Because the Holy Cock over the bent
do not go gently into that good night
rage, rage against the dying of the cock
My money's gotta go to Milton in terms of pure metrical bliss, but that Shakespeare guy is alright. :P
take me to bed or lose me forever
you are my favourite
Talking of cocks.
And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.''
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Well played, sir, well played...
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so many cocks seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
"A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world, and was content to lose it."
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a cock?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.