'oh my loss my sweet loss of ravens
confined to dark places
with grog and spit and musics roar
and nights of mad raving
when they took you away
but we drove down to wolongong

one wet windy day'.
(part of.)

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OH! me.

OH! my.

I roll my eyes up to the sky.

 

Rimeriter - a Writer of Rhyme.

Free form poetry.

"G'day", Bridget.

How far must we allow poetry to become FREE, before it becomes just a garbled nonsense ?

Jim.

How free until it's garbled nonsense???  I suppose that is in the 'eye of the beholder' and the protocols of those dictating conventional Literary conventions.

It's part of this post-modernistic era- when anything goes- as it is all interpreted personally, thus very subjective!

Also, as we become more global, our language gets more and more 'bastardised' and reduced to lol's (laugh our loud). This makes language more generic to our 'global collective' and thus simple for everyone to understand. 

I know many 'old school'  English Teachers and those who are interested in preserving high standard conventions, can see it all as mere dribble.... C'est la vie...Things are breaking down...The pendulum swings! Change is in the air...

Hmmmm !

We all must remember that we have not ' communicated ' unless the message is understood and a reply is received.

Perhaps it has little to do with Literary conventions, but more to do with conveying a message.

These words -

 'oh my loss my sweet loss of ravens
confined to dark places
with grog and spit and musics roar
and nights of mad raving
when they took you away
but we drove down to wolongong

one wet windy day'.

leave me at a complete loss.

 

' Things are breaking down '  etc., etc

Where will it stop ?  Should we just fall over in acceptance ?

Oh! me. Oh! my.

 

 

RE: communication- True. It is important to be understood!  Communication is a fragile thing, and there are often misunderstandings/ mis-interpretations and/or personal meanings applied..Read between the lines is my suggestion. Find your own personal meaning for it, or not!   Acceptance goes a long way... Should we succumb ourselves to this breakdown? We always have choice!

"Thanks" Bridget. I attempted to respond with some text to your invite. I accepted of course.

However, the 'happy bloke' thing.

Me, abso-bloody-lutely - I'm just a 'Writer of Rhyme havin' a Good Time.

Keep well fair lady, enjoy your life. Be happy. Be happy. Keep out of strife.

..... a simple message. hopefully easily understood.

Jim,

The idea that a reasonable test for poetry is that it communicates disqualifies a lot of what goes on in poetry these days. Poetry is simply more vibrant and diverse than a model of straight communication would allow. Should we really look to reduce everything to some quantifiable message? 


patricia's fist poem on the site is an evocative, moody poem, and although the exact material behind it may not be available, that difficulty in no way disqualifies it as a poem. Nor is it garbled nonsense. In fact this is one of those poems open to a range of interpretation – which many would regard as a virtue.

If you want nonsense (of a fun kind) you could try this (which by the way is considered mainstream in some places) (unicorn warning). 

Nowadays... no hang on... since the 1920s (dada) there have been movements in poetry that eschew sense as we would commonly understand it – vispo, language, flarf and so-on. Some go so far as to create poetry that breaks with as many conventions as they can – to pose an explicit critique of all those rules by which poems have historically been assessed.

There and elsewhere being lost is the beginning of something new.

 

patrizia,

Thanks for sharing your poem.

 

Do I understand that - patrizia and Ethel - could be 'twins' ?

 

Mate ! May I call you mate ?  

Flarf - one paragraph is much to much nonsense for one day.

Not humour. Not interesting. Not sense. Ergo - nonsense

 

Me, abso-bloody-lutely - I'm just a 'Writer of Rhyme havin' a Good Time'.

Mildred 

Lady of the twenties, her image tells me so.

Picturesque and perfect. Her eyes not yet aglow.

Perhaps she has a secret. A Mona Lisa smile.

(now for the nonsense)

Nah ! she only lets a grimace besmirk her ivory dial.

(ruined it ! didn't it ?)

 

Even I am disappointed with my terrible tale.

Hey! Hey! Clay

you know the way

to point us to another day.

A day that's shining. A day that's bright.

Now. Away from nonsense

we should take flight.

More strength to your wings, MATE.

Recommended viewing -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTSKU0FgZts

 

Jim

Just got around to viewing the video great stuff, well put, and I wish I had said that. 

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