- Fellwenner
- Oct 21, 2005
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Don't make me kill you.
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I've never read poetry before, but long felt that I should have. I decided on Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman to start. Walt Whitman might take some getting used to, but so far I'm finding Emily Dickinson fantastic.
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A Book.
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
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- Fellwenner
- Oct 21, 2005
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So I am completely new to poetry and I picked up Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson which is self described as "A Novel in Verse". Anyway it is more modern poetry I guess and so doesn't really rhyme or have an obvious rhythm, but it does have line breaks and sometimes in weird places like in the middle of a sentence/thought.
So I guess my question is, should I just be reading it in my head just regular, or should I be putting mental beats in where the line breaks are. Like here is a random example I turned to:
So there is sentence breaks but also the line break which seems even more pronounced. It is very lovely writing so far I just want to know how I should approach it so I am getting the most out of like the presentation and arrangement I guess. Sorry if this is a totally dumb question y'all.
I am really new to poetry also and I struggle to appreciate it in the same way I think other people do; I can't get the traditional novel way of thinking out of my head. That said, I've been told that punctuation and sentence structure is important, it is there for a reason and should help guide your reading. Try reading it out loud as well.
I'm reading Edith Sitwell currently and enjoying her. Here's a good one:
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Four In The Morning
Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
"Why did the cock crow,
Why am I lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd?
The tropical leaves are whispering white
As water; I race the wind in my flight.
The white lace houses are carried away
By the tide; far out they float and sway.
White is the nursemaid on the parade.
Is she real, as she flirts with me unafraid?
I raced through the leaves as white as water...
Ghostly, flowed over the nursemaid, caught her,
Left her...edging the far-off sand
Is the foam of the sirens' Metropole and Grand;
And along the parade I am blown and lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd.
The guinea-fowl-plumaged houses sleep...
On one, I saw the lone grass weep,
Where only the whimpering greyhound wind
Chased me, raced me, for what it could find."
And there in the black and furry boughs
How slowly, coldly, old Time grows,
Where the pigeons smelling of gingerbread,
And the spectacled owls so deeply read,
And the sweet ring-doves of curded milk
Watch the Infanta's gown of silk
In the ghost-room tall where the governante
Gesticulates lente and walks andante.
'Madam, Princesses must be obedient;
For a medicine now becomes expedient--
Of five ingredients--a diapente,
Said the governante, fading lente...
In at the window then looked he,
The navy-blue ghost of Mr. Belaker,
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker--
And his flattened face like the moon saw she--
Rhinoceros-black (a flowing sea!). Fellwenner fucked around with this message at 03:32 on May 21, 2015
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