| Amount of texts to »poetry« | 43, and there are 43 texts (100.00%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 375 Characters |
| Average Rating | 2.605 points, 2 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 18th 2000, 13:29:20 wrote piprr about poetry |
| Latest text | on Jul 1st 2014, 22:53:34 wrote ugly duckling about poetry |
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on Oct 17th 2000, 06:40:31 wrote
on Jul 1st 2014, 22:53:34 wrote |
Poetry is condensed prose, boiled down in a stock pot. It is the demi-glace of
literature, strong and flavorful, and best taken in small doses.
The explosion of mutilation of language, often known as 'free-verse poetry', is the work of people who would play tennis without a net.
Poetry need not rhyme. Particularly if you're dealing with words like orange, silver, purple and month.
I try to see the poetry in people. But if I ever say anything, I sound like a fortune cookie. Some things are better kept in the mind.
The girl sitting next to me on the bus was writing poetry in her notebook. She made some weak and silly observations about how »lost« and »blind« all the people around us were. She thought of that because there was a blind woman sitting a few seats up – rocking and grinning, holding her white cane against the lurch of the bus.
Poetry should not be so obtuse that you need a master's degree to appreciate or understand it.
A century ago, a respectable subdivision of literature (see Poe, Longfellow, Whitman, et. al.); profundity in its simplest form.
Today, thoughts that snore in words that rock.
Prose = words in the best order
Poetry = the best words in the best order
Infinity = the very last poem in the most perfect language imaginable...
Thank Wordsworth for the first two contributions, myself for the third....ha! ha! among the trumpets, indeed!
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