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alred 06-01-2005 11:40 AM

does any members in this forum like poetry or something that sounds "poetic"
 
does any members in this forum like poetry or something that sounds poetic or read(looks?) like a poems , there is no defination of what is poetry or poetic , even marcel duchamp managed to find poetry in manufactured urinals ......

recently i came across richard stallman's songs(or parodies?)(or verse?)(or poetry?!!)(or jokes?), it's
" The Free Software Song " , the main thing is he called it a filk songs or simply a filk .....
after slight searching on the net for the defination of filk , i understand that the situation is similar to names and colors for distros which are simply just Linux , not until now that i can grasp the spirit and mind-set of(or behind?) free software personaly .....

here is one of his filk :
Quote:

For reasons obscure and unclear,
I can't put my nose in my ear.
But if I succeed,
......[and the rest ..]

sometimes i like to read some poems ....

here are two pieces i read and i would like to share with everybody :
Quote:


INVITATION

The sun has pushed through
The air that's thick with fog,
The mouldy black mirror
Has cracked and blown away.
In this great open chamber
Let's be happy again
Be seventeen again
Let's ride side by side
Let's take this road

Gay and happy
Not caring about anything
Exited and pleased.
Let it rain
We'll get ourselves soaked
Knowing how soon we'll be dry again.

Quote:


MEMORIES

Somtimes
On these same old bars
Something withered and forgotten
Burst in full color.
Ah ! The shock
Of it floating up
For just
A moment.This wisp of recollection
Dissolves before it can be caught
Snapping back
To that unchanging sameness.
The soul asks : Of the fruits of life
Don't most drop to the earth?
Regret smothers frustration.


floppywhopper 06-02-2005 04:24 AM

I know some poetry

"There once was a lady from Darjeeling
who could dance with exquisite feeling
there was never a sound
for miles around
except fly buttons hitting the ceiling"

floppy

scuzzman 06-02-2005 03:21 PM

Just bought Dante's "The Inferno" and am liking that...

alred 06-02-2005 04:37 PM

one of those books that caught my interest when i first interested in western literature , forgotten most of what had been read but still a great lump of impression still there somewhere .......

here is a link to , Dante's Inferno Test , Personality Disorder Test

quote:
"... is based on the description of Hell found in Dante's Divine Comedy. Answer the questions below as honestly as you can and discover your fate. Based on your answers, your purity will be judged and you will be banished to the appropriate level of hell. Abandon all hope....."

mentioned SUVs :p



hopes i'm not wrong with the interpretation of Dante's .....

thorn168 06-02-2005 05:31 PM

I have a degree in creative writing with a concentration in Poetry and Children's Picture books.

I have a stack of unpublished stuff.

I choose not to publish.

alred 06-03-2005 02:54 AM

actually i experienced that when i'm silly
though they are harmless
well-natured and friendly
.....


here's a filk from stallman :

Quote:

Bardic Circle

At Boskone when they have filksinging,
The best singers know who they are.
They know we know they are the experts, So
they pass around the guitar.


[The last two lines of every verse are
repeated in this pattern]
So they pass around the guitar,
So they pass around the guitar,
They know we know they are the experts, So
they pass around the guitar.


When an expert would like to start singing,
He braces himself in advance.
He bursts in just when a song's ending, Not
giving the others a chance.


If anyone else begins singing,
The expert continues right on.
Preventing security lapses is
A burden that never is done.


If two experts both feel like singing,
They both burst in at the same time.
They fight till one drowns out the other; Such
fighting is simply a crime.


At Loscon when they have filksinging,
When one singer feels that he's through,
He turns to the next in the circle, And
tells him, "It's now up to you."


And so all my fellow filksingers,
Stand up and be counted I say!
Shall we limit the singing to experts, Or
give each filksinger his day?


slackist 06-03-2005 09:40 AM

I have paperback collections of verse by Wordsworth, Blake and Keats always to hand.

I enjoy Blake's poetry the most, although my favourite poem is Wordsworth's The Thorn,

Code:

There is a thorn; it looks so old,
In truth you'd find it hard to say,
How it could ever have been young,
It looks so old and grey.
Not higher than a two-year's child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A wretched thing forlorn.
It stands erect, and like a stone
With lichens it is overgrown.

Side note : my father used to own a cottage in the English lake district that once belonged to Wordsworth

samael26 06-03-2005 10:55 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by floppywhopper
I know some poetry

"There once was a lady from Darjeeling
who could dance with exquisite feeling
there was never a sound
for miles around
except fly buttons hitting the ceiling"

floppy

I did not know flies wore jeans :confused: :D :D

alred 06-03-2005 01:07 PM

tirk
tirk
..
tirk tirk tirk
bang tang , bang tang
Shelley falling "I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!"
romanticism bled formalism
After all , can't they just type man life ?















PS::after GNU's programmer.txt


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