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12809, April COTM: National Poetry Month Lessons - Yr 3 Posted by delrica, Tue Apr-06-04 04:01 AM
Peace ya'll.
So this is how this is going to work.
I will post up a new form with it's definition in response to this thread (thread 0).
Under each new form, you guys respond with an example of that particular form.
Not sure if I'll post a new form daily or weekly.
Good luck.
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12810, COTM Comments/Suggestions Go under THIS THREAD Posted by delrica, Tue Apr-06-04 04:02 AM
Actually, let me clarify.
Comments or suggestions regarding the CHALLENGE OF THE MONTH go here.
Comments or suggestions to people's responses go under their individual post.
Capish?
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12811, RE: COTM Comments/Suggestions Go under THIS THREAD Posted by Decstar, Tue Apr-06-04 08:51 AM
i've been waitin for this for a few months now.
(lik holds out a apple for del)
thanks, teach.
(lik winks)
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12812, i didn't know Posted by robynwildchild, Tue Apr-06-04 09:16 AM
vying for the teacher's pet position was something on your list of things to do Lik?
lol.. kiss-ass!!! *rob runs outta the room*
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12813, LMAO Posted by delrica, Tue Apr-06-04 09:24 AM
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12814, i'm lookin for extra credict..... Posted by Decstar, Tue Apr-06-04 05:04 PM
..besides, i always start trouble.
(lik winks)
figure i get one good side outta it
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12815, Lesson 1: The Deux Langue Posted by delrica, Tue Apr-06-04 04:05 AM
taken from www.deuxlangue.com
The Deux Langue
deux langue, which is French for “two tongue”, refers to the style in which this type of poetry is written. It is an experimental style created by the author. Fundamentally, what makes a poem a deux langue is the ability to read the piece, word for word, forwards and backwards while maintaining a level of intent, flow, and intelligibility. Though the reversal, or shadow, of a given deux langue piece must use the same words in the exact order as the original piece (but in reverse), the way in which lines and stanzas are organized may vary. Here is an example:
Excerpt from "love inverting / inverting love" by David Williamson
original:
affection and desire suffocate reason and ego dies love budding
shadow:
budding love dies ego and reason suffocate desire and affection
Note the exactness of the reversal. No word is altered or displaced. Not even tense changes are permitted. Another characteristic of deux langue poetry is the exclusion of capitalization, punctuation, and contractions. The use of hyphenated words is permitted and encouraged. Within the context of deux langue, no one word is any more important than any other. This is the reason capitalization is not permitted; not even with proper nouns, or words beginning sentences or lines. Those who are inclined to experiment with this style of poetry will find that one word, regardless of its “stature”, can ruin the flow and intelligibility of an entire piece.
There is more to the definition, but you can find that on the site itself.
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12816, RE: Lesson 1: The Deux Langue Posted by Pluto, Tue Apr-06-04 09:57 AM
life is dream reality exists never there is clarity but clarity is illusion
illusion is clarity but clarity is there never exists reality dream is life
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12817, RE: Lesson 1: The Deux Langue Posted by Frosted_Flake, Tue Apr-06-04 12:47 PM
sun shining the lights dancing across fields boundless
boundless fields across dancing lights the shining sun
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12818, co-sign Posted by Pluto, Tue Apr-06-04 03:17 PM
Nice
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12819, RE: Lesson 1: The Deux Langue Posted by Nowachaoticthing, Tue Apr-06-04 09:12 PM
death displaces first star for shadows dodging moonbeams pale glow amplified by stilled mist cold and moist on skin and lips like betrayed kiss love is true and vibrant and red as hate for friend is also foe and heavy hand forced over elusive light
light elusive over forced hand heavy and foe also is friend for hate as red and vibrant and true is love kiss betrayed like lips and skin on moist and cold mist stilled by amplified glow pale moonbeams dodging shadows for star first displaces death
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12820, RE: Lesson 1: The Deux Langue Posted by Annabanana, Sun Apr-18-04 01:40 PM
kids looking fresh-to-death causing envy others feeling inferior bare can't they know expensive, too? lives of price-conscious getting cheaper it's name-brand for blood
blood for brand-name it's cheaper getting conscious price of lives too expensive know they can't bare inferior feeling other's envy causing death to fresh-looking kids
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12821, RE: April COTM: National Poetry Month Lessons - Yr 3 Posted by Phrenologist68144, Tue Apr-06-04 06:11 PM
april fools pick your poison stick with it poke it hard disk-save or lose wanna gain a pardon but can't please help lend support where needed i'm still awaiting growth come now gardens
gardens now come growth awaiting still i'm needed where support lend help please can't but pardon a gain wanna lose or save-disk hard it poke it with stick poison your pick fools april
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12822, potential. Posted by Morehouse, Tue Apr-06-04 10:20 PM
symbols juxtaposed are mirrors, inverted reflections upon stares--she had--love of status and heartbreaking conversations...
words by distraction upon bridges, stars-crossed, ideas of fear, birthing desire, wanting more.
unrealized potential, silence in merit.
walking backwards, falling, watching ourselves melting through potential.
loosely swinging is leaping while looking--
darkness of detours.
...
detours of darkness.
looking while leaping is swinging loosely.
potential through melting ourselves watching, falling, backwards walking.
merit in silence, potential unrealized.
more wanting, desire birthing, fear of ideas, crossed-stars, bridges upon distraction by words...
conversations heartbreaking and status of love--had she--stares upon reflections inverted, mirrors are juxtaposed symbols
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exist in limbo.
"when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(say orange) against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings
"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead
"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa
"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."
-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"
"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams
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12823, Ok...One Mo' 'Gin Posted by delrica, Wed Apr-07-04 04:02 AM
Put YOUR POST UNDER THE CORRESPONDING LESSON THREAD, NOT THE ORIGINAL ONE. YOU TOO, Phrenologist68144.
Either way, loving the pieces and willingness to experiment.
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12824, Lesson 2: The Skinny Posted by delrica, Wed Apr-07-04 04:07 AM
*The Skinny is a new form of poetry, created by Truth Thomas (Author of "One Fat Little Skinny", coming in 2004).
The Skinny is an eleven line poem where the 1st and 11th lines are identical, the 2nd, 6th & 10th lines are identical and all lines except for the 1st and 11th consist of only one word.
Example (excerpt from his book)
The Passion of History by Truth Thomas
History
loathes
falsehood
while
Gibson
loathes
color
as
Hollywood
loathes
History
©2004, Truth Thomas, all rights reserved.
To find out more about Truth Thomas, you can visit his website www.prayerwarriorz.com.
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12825, RE: Lesson 2: The Skinny Posted by delrica, Wed Apr-07-04 04:13 AM
Untitled
She is stronger than she knows
heartbreaking
mystical
mamma
holding
heartbreaking
life
pains
her
heartbreaking
she is stronger than she knows
© 2004, Delrica Andrews, all rights reserved.
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12826, Running Posted by Frosted_Flake, Thu Apr-08-04 05:05 AM
Everybody
running.
What's
the
destination?
Running.
Towards
individual
inevitability.
Running.
Everybody.
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12827, for John Posted by Annabanana, Fri Apr-16-04 02:19 PM
he writes
poetry
but
teaching
children
poetry
is
the
best
poetry
he writes.
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12828, Lesson 3: The Bop Posted by delrica, Thu Apr-08-04 02:25 AM
*info passed on to me from Fred Joiner, poet & webmaster for www.divinecipher.com
The Bop According to Afaa M. Weaver (developed at Cave Canem) *parts of this were cut out for the sake of giving history and definition*
Bop
The "Bop" is a form of at least twenty-three lines, which may vary according to the number of lines in the refrain. The structure is:
opening sextet locate anger refrain line from song lyric octet process anger "work" refrain repeated song lyric sextet resolution refrain repeated song lyric
The purpose of the form is to investigate a complaint or source of anger which you have. This does not have to be rage. It can be an annoyance. It can be a social/political issue or a broken heart. Stanzas are marked here to show the process and function of each stanza.
The rhythm (stress) in the lines is to follow the emotional flow of your subject as it feels against the music from which you pick your refrain. For example, if you pick a piece from The Modern Jazz Quartet, the feeling of vibraphones (Milt Jackson) should be there in your word choice and the flow of the line, and the MJQ piece you pick should help you locate the source of your anger/complaint.
Refrains may vary in length.
Rambling in Lewisburg Prison
In general population, census is consensus--ain't nowhere to run to in these walls, walls like a mind-- we visitors stand in a yellow circle so the tower can frisk us with light, finger the barrels on thirsty rifles.
I got rambling, got rambling on my mind.
In general population, madness runs swift through the river changing, changing in hearts, men tacked in their chairs, resigned to hope we weave into air, talking this and talking that and one brutha asks "Tell us how to get these things they got, these houses, these cars. We want the real revolution." Things...
I got rambling, got rambling on my mind.
In the yellow circle the night stops like a boy shot running from a Ruger 9mm carrying .44 magnum shells, a sista crying in the glass booth to love's law, to violence of backs bent over to the raw libido of men, cracking, cracking, crack...
I got rambling, got rambling on my mind.
Afaa M. Weaver Lyric quotes from Robert Johnson "Rambling Blues"
Original version June 17, 1997 Group "C"
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12829, Lesson 04: The Eintou - Revisited Posted by delrica, Fri Apr-09-04 01:40 AM
We did this one a long time ago, but it's so nice had to bring it back twice!
The Eintou
The Eintou is an African American septet syllabic/word count form consisting of 2 words/syllables the first line, 4 the second, 6 the third, 8 the fourth, 6 the fifth, 4 the sixth, and 2 the seventh. The Eintou developed as a means of placing African American poetic forms in the forefront of American poetry. Many African American poetic scholars and critics often attempt to mimic Euro-american forms as a means of demonstrating poetic expertise, or defensively, staunchly stand by "free-verse" as an African American form. Very rarely have I found serious examination of African American poetic forms; in fact most critics erroneously regard African American poetry as "formless" or "mimicking."
The Eintou encompasses much African American culture and philosophy, and it offers the African American poet who wishes to write in structured meter an avenue within which to do so without having to employ European structures. The term Eintou is West African for "pearl" as in pearls of wisdom, and often the Eintou imparts these pearls in heightened language.
The 2-4-6-8-6-4-2 structure of the Eintou is crucial in terms of African and African American philosophy. That is, in our culture, life is a cycle. Everything returns to that from which it originates. The concept of a pearl, which is a sphere, and the cyclic nature of the Eintou's structure captures this I think very poignantly. The life of the Eintou begins with two syllables or words, expands as though growing and then returns to two syllables or words. In this the Eintou, as we, never escapes its beginnings or history. We flow from, through, and ultimately return to that from which we come.
An example: Death so often speaks to us Blacks nowadays that no one cares to listen, to hear if he has anything important to impart
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12830, complexion II Posted by mindful, Sun Apr-11-04 05:14 AM
2 words/syllables the first line, 4 the second, 6 the third, 8 the fourth, 6 the fifth, 4 the sixth, and 2 the seventh
I am not lite, not dark, or a mixture of the two. I am me. In a most humble form, I stand-- in my own skin, alone.
========================= You made a fool of , tell me . ©MeShell N'Degeocello
are one individual. ©sunshine
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12831, this piece stands alone... Posted by Morehouse, Sun Apr-11-04 02:24 PM
strong.
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exist in limbo.
"when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(say orange) against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings
"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead
"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa
"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."
-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"
"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams
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12832, miles davis. Posted by Morehouse, Sun Apr-11-04 05:30 PM
you play nefertiti with the ease of the wind through air; the sound reminiscent of angels' song willing God's blessing of sunrise
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exist in limbo.
"when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(say orange) against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings
"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead
"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa
"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."
-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"
"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams
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12833, ahh... yeah... this one. Posted by mindful, Mon Apr-12-04 08:01 AM
u should post on its own. i think it should be read by others... just your wording and how the eintou forces one to cram so much into such a short form; it was interesting to see this, and read it.
========================= You made a fool of , tell me . ©MeShell N'Degeocello
are one individual. ©sunshine
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12834, RE: miles davis. Posted by soulchild, Thu Apr-15-04 02:22 AM
this right here is nice. mindful is right, you SHOULD post it on it's own thread. ___________________________ -Phyllis-
...that is all...
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12835, RE: Lesson 04: The Eintou - Revisited Posted by Decstar, Wed Apr-14-04 02:09 AM
Enticed by parodies that explains how my life is a joke and empty without the diligence of your disappointment valued
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12836, RE: Lesson 04: The Eintou - Revisited Posted by soulchild, Wed Apr-14-04 10:58 AM
I wrote an eintou collection on the same subject as the following:
How he Believed in those Tambourine men, who lend Chemical palms, acid sunshine I scream psalms to drained lungs And baptize his Cold lips
___________________________ -Phyllis-
...that is all...
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12837, dope Posted by Morehouse, Wed Apr-14-04 12:22 PM
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exist in limbo.
"when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(say orange) against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings
"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead
"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa
"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."
-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"
"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams
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12838, Lesson 5: Tetractys - Revisited Posted by delrica, Mon Apr-12-04 03:35 AM
TETRACTYS
Tetractys should express a complete thought, profound or comic, witty or wise using 20 syllables. They can be written with more than one verse but each subsequent verse must invert the syllable count. There is no limit to the number of verses. The structure is:
line 1 - 1 syllable line 2 - 2 syllables line 3 - 3 syllables line 4 - 4 syllables line 5 - 10 syllables
I'll have a few later.
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12839, deprivation Posted by mindful, Mon Apr-12-04 08:09 AM
line 1 - 1 syllable line 2 - 2 syllables line 3 - 3 syllables line 4 - 4 syllables line 5 - 10 syllables
deprivation
don't deny the things I need in order to survive and be of pure existence.
I am here because life has chosen me for something bigger and of grand purpose.
========================= You made a fool of , tell me . ©MeShell N'Degeocello
are one individual. ©sunshine
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12840, RE: Lesson 5: Tetractys - Revisited Posted by Decstar, Wed Apr-14-04 02:06 AM
since i've already done these
(lik smiles)
i'll revisit them
Nights Alone Teases the Affinity, Love Induced Expediently a tear
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12841, Erm...no lesson today. Posted by delrica, Tue Apr-13-04 02:52 AM
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12842, Lesson 6 (only one this week): The Push Through Posted by delrica, Mon Apr-19-04 04:11 AM
*created by Baltimore writer, Chris August.
The push through is a 100 syllable, 10 line poem (which equates to 10 lines of 10 syllables each line).
The first syllable of the first line (syllable, NOT word), has to be used at least ONCE per line all the way through to the end (thusly pushing it through the piece).
I would have an example, but he hasn't provided one yet as he's still trying to write his first push through (ironic, right?).
The theory behind it is cool, and most definitely challenging, so I'd love at least one of us to get this form tried (and done well too).
An added challenge (and it's still being discussed w/ the creator): use the syllable chronologically. In other words, the first syllable becomes the second syllable of the next line; third syllable of the third line, and so on (I think that's where he was going with this, but forgot to tell me).
Good luck. I'll be working on mine tonight.
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