that was the main idea, yes. I might give some to my students for translation and memorizing; surprizingly, there are not too many short poems in English that fit learning purposes.Originally Posted by Frunobulax
that was the main idea, yes. I might give some to my students for translation and memorizing; surprizingly, there are not too many short poems in English that fit learning purposes.Originally Posted by Frunobulax
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W00t w00t!
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The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
I think my comment got lost at the end of the last page. haha.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
Me reading selected works and explaining them.
http://files.filefront.com/redmp3/;7.../fileinfo.html
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That's cool. I've been toying with fitting stuff into common meter and rhyme schemes(as with the sonnet I did for the first three word poetry circle). I am thinking of messing with some Common Verse next, because Dickinson is one of my favorite poets, and I like trying to fit unconventional stuff into certain schemes. Since you are trying new stuff, you should give it a try. I by no means let this stuff dictate how my poetry is composed, but it is helpful and sometimes fun to play around with it.
Common verse is lyrical ballad type stuff like The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and most of Dickinson stuff. For an easy feel for how it works, think Amazing Grace, or even The Gilligan's Island theme. haha.
Common Meter is an iambic metre consisting of four lines of length 8,6,8,6 syllables (that is strictly the alternation of iambic tetrametre and iambic trimetre).
Iambic meaning that each "foot" of the line is one stress and one unstressed syllable. Iambic tetrametre means that it would be four iambic feet. Like so(the x being a stressed syllable and / being unstressed):
abab cdcd rhyme scheme would probably work well with this form as well, which is what most of it uses, like Amazing Grace.Code:x / x / x / x / For- get | not yet | the tried | in- tent (The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, by Christopher Marlowe) Retrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iambic_tetrameter" In English poetry, a line of iambic trimeter consists of three iambic feet. Here is a bit of William Blake's "The Divine Image," Songs of Innocence, 1789 with the meter labeled: x / x / x / x / To Mer|cy, Pi|ty, Peace,| and Love, x / x / x / All pray | in their | distress: x / x / x / x / And to | these vir| tues of | delight x / x / x / Return | their thank | fulness.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
I'm downloading it now. i have thought of doing something like that myself, especially for some of the free verse and maybe the slam poetry stuff I have posted. I'm not sure I have the guts for it, though. haha.
Edit: I just listened, and enjoyed it. I love hearing poets read their works. I may try to do something like this and post it in my poetry thread.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
I changed that previous post to use code tags. Most of the stress marks line up now, at least enough to get the idea.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
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Lokrimadies
Silent sarcophagi rest
A hard day of death
As the moon, its shape a crest
Draws its last and least breath.
So be restful now
And pleasure be to you
Lokrimadies, how
Did it derive to come to
Your own open pockets
And arms open wide
Near bursting from sockets
And pushed to the side?
In the car park birds
Coo and caw and chirp
As the ghosts of dead Kurds
Linger around like the smell of turp
En tine. a charismatic
Melodious vox humana
Calls out ecstatic
With a tone like manna.
Lokrimadies what do
You have now? Riches
Beyond compare added to
The influx of luck that pitches
Ideas to that mind?
In forty years
See if you're still kind.
And not having people cry tears.
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My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
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Gitranglonakrimrat [Pro. Get-rand-lone-ohk-rye-mat]
Long distances wear me out
Said the lone traveler with his eyes diverted.
Car rides, buses, trains--
All halt me.
Large eyes and heavy heart.
Brown hats and overcoats.
Saintly halos of burnt hair.
The traveler came to the
Realization that searching
Is an unfounded cause.
So he walked alone the dark,
A Shape under the streetlight.
A tilt of the hat, brim wider than
The plains he's seen all his adult
Existence.
A long road stretches
In tales woven through his words.
And we stop at Denny's,
Eat, drink, and rest.
We move slowly.
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A tilt of the head/Lets me know that I'll soon be dead.
-Johnny Unicorn
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
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Coming soon....
Two, bye Four
An album by Matthew Olmos.
THE PREMISE
Two, bye Four is an electronic minimalism album, consisting mainly of cells of songs modified and recorded in real time to create a spontaneous composition based around harmonic movement and minimalism. What this means is long songs based around a seemingly repetitive pattern that slowly gets more and more complex as time progresses.
TRACKLIST
1. Two, bye Four
2. Slow Down To Stop Speed Up
3. Nyuhn Sixtean
4. Interludicle
5. Polyrhythm Experiment #3, for Samplers
6. Two, bye Two
Several songs break the 15 minute mark, whereas songs like Polyrhythm Experiment and Interludicle are barely 4 or 5 minutes, tops. Cover art and more details coming in the near future.
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Coverrrrr.
BACKhage
FRONTing
Both created on a PC using Image Ready. The picture for the front was lovingly ripped from a Yahoo! search.
The full title of the album is
Two, bye Four; or Two, by For: An album of minimalism somehow expressing a rotating cross that acts as the crux of humanity and creation by Darwinism.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
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Nightcap
Give me rum
Give me rye
Give me a reason to come
And a reason to lie.
Give me whiskey
Give me Scotch
Give me a blitzkrieg
And a situation to botch.
Give me vodka
Give me beer
Feed me Babka
Fill me with fear.
Give me no life
Give me lies
Give me some strife
Feed me flies.
Give me your heart
Give me your soul
Sell yourself, fucking tart
Sell your heart of coal.
Leave me or not
Be me or don't
Pour another shot,
Let me forget what I won't.
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My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Wow... I really like that one, Fruno. Its real good.
Random PM's are loved!
Call me Can.
Discord Tag: Can*/Tommy (They/Them pronouns)#5588
It reminds me of an Irish Drinking Song. I like it.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
Glad you both like it. Just random musings.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
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Hlokifrang [Pro. Huh-lock-ee-frang]
Highways intersect in
Criss cross criss cross
Of six lanes, four, eight, two, one.
Engines rumble and tires.
Awaken to the squawk of
An air horn from a diesel 18 wheeler.
How long to Bakersfield?
Cowtown towncow
Tow the won.
Plopping into the bucket seat
Of Density with
Some chips and water.
Sleep and read and sleep.
Highways cross criss cross criss cross criss.
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My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Hannah and She-Oy: thank you. I'm glad that you enjoy those two poems. If He and Lokrimadies are actually two of the poems that stick in my own mind as being of a better quality, for some odd reason.
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The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
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Pressssss
mayBe
somEday
a thing occuRs
that makes you relIse
Naught is lost
all is Going to happen.
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The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Great stuff as usual, Matt. Keep 'em comin'.
"I aim to misbehave."
-- Malcolm Reynolds
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
-- Hoban Washburne
"What does that make us?"
"Big damn heroes, sir."
"Ain't we just."
-- Malcolm Reynolds and Zoe Washburne
I shall. I shall. Glad you still enjoy this stuff, Steve.
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The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Like a Mouse on my Brain
Erosion and the rot
Of mind and language
They itch my neurons,
Soma, axons, myelin
Like a mouse on my brain.
Schizophrenia and bipolarity
They cause irregularity.
Like a mouse on my brain.
Pain ends here
And now dopamine comes.
Dulls the mouse.
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The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
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Copy paste
Control me
Control See.
Control me.
Control Vee.
Copy and paste.
See and be.
Bee and me.
Three
Finger salute me.
Copy and paste me.
Control see?
Control be?
Bee and see.
Copy and paste
Let things go to waste.
Chapstick and wires.
Pencaps and old tyres.
Copy and paste, paste and copy.
Pace and sloppy.
Control control
Tone control.
Filter and see.
Copy C And V.
AV and the
Control.
Surround me.
Control and Bee.
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My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.