h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Good thought. But my gluten-free toast survived. I'm used to bland food.

hmm. you know, mvp, your poetry has that thing that I seek. That thing? yes. Its the flow of the lines. The way that the lines run together, but its not obvious, like each sentence ending at the end. Here's what I mean.



Like isn't at the end of the first line.I love that. Its poetic. I want to do more of that. Flowing lines. Did you learn it, or is it just the way that it appears from your pen. Keyboard.

hmm.



Great imagery. the last verse has made me go pale and not hungry. heheh.

Okay. I tried to resist.

I can resist anything but temptation...

Helen, you and MVP will have to have an enjambement session.

what??? . My friend, I think you have been on the inkblots. hahah. by the way, how come you got assessed as fifty per cent sane?

I think we should all re-sit the inkblot test.

erm.... what??? what's an enjambement session? . erm. help mvp! the man speaks in tongues. heheh. ah .... I get it. a jam session. like a poetry jam? (cue for Prof to go on about strawberry jam or something.) like musicians do. jamming?

what's an enjambement session??

poetry poetry please feel free to add, each one enhances the thread - only home grown poems/verse - no "nicked" ones http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/brunel/F1926355?thread=533382 they can get verse

Enjambement is when the sentence
Ends
In the middle
Of the line. All the great poets
Do this, though we are never sure if
This means something deep and meaningful, or if
They merely want to keep us
Reading till the end, like advertisers shilling
For their products, to the bottom of the
Page.

You're right. I need my brain cleaned out.

I need my brain cleaned outyou've got one at least

I like all the brill brains around here the way they are heheh. change ye not. my kinda kids. heheh.



yes yes! I learn I learn! I was so consumed with curiousity, I was researching, while you were posting, so now I am really into enjambement. And I got that TS Eliot started The Waste Land with enjambement, and also I saw a quote from The Winter's Tale, that's like enjambement. That's a strange coincidence I think. Meant to be. Deep and meaningful. heheh.

Now I am obsessed.

That's an amazing link, Prof. Ah the unfolding worlds of h2g2. where have I been? heheh. Will check all and more tomorrow, as I have to go eat fruit salad.

cc

always glad to be of service

How amazing a gift, all these pearls of knowledge that filter into the gaps in my education. I often wondered if I should have gone to college after school, but hey, learning is more fun these days. .

What???? so Prof, my friend, you're a bit of a writer yerself then. I just checked that link. You and Lil and everyone. All those poems! Incredible. Quite an archive!

What about the future of all these amazing h2g2 archives?

I must write! Write! Ah yes. .I still hear poems in my head, though I think I am going through changes. I used to rhyme all the time on the paper-thin line between rhythm and flow and the words that I know, which make borderline sense though my soul is intense, and this rhyming possessed me, its charms sent to test me, (I drove my friends crazy, my future is hazy) ....

OK, so here I am immersed in yet another deep and profound study as brought about by mixing with an assortment of writers. . Always good to mix with an assortment of writers. .



I will return.

The Enjambement Sessions. Vol. 1. Track One. .

Sorry I seem to have missed out on this conversation about enjambment.

Dmitri's poem says it all, really.

Except that, in my opinion anyway, enjambment is more important in rhyming poetry than free verse. The reader tends to pause a bit on a line break. So, in rhyming poetry, if you end your sentences at the line-end, you stress the rhyming words, giving that la-di-da feel that lurches into doggerel.

In free verse, you can choose where to put your line breaks to achieve your effect.

But I'm not getting involved in the 'should poetry always rhyme' debate. I believe in embracing all sorts.

Well, metaphorically speaking that is.

Arm's length is a good policy with poets, MVP - especially if you're reading Byron.

I agree about enjambement being more important in rhymed verse. I was just being lazy.

Here's one:

'A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell; '

--'The Eve of Waterloo'

Thank you, Lord Byron.

Ah yes yes yes.

What???? . just when I had written tracks 1 to 30 of the Sessions. wink wink. Interesting insights, mvp. OK onto tracks 30 to 40 with new insights included.

spontaneous weird paragraph alert ....

And then there's that funny bird that flutters through the mix. What funny bird? I hear you ask. Not. . Well, you know, that funny bird, which isn't really a bird. That intangible, inexplicable thing that flutters through a creative structure, any kind of creative structure,or even a thought, or a daydream, and animates it, illuminates it. That something other. An energy. A flare. A fizz. A zazzle. A dazzle.

end of weird paragraph ..... almost

Like the other day I got a CD audiobook of Coleridge's poetry, which contains a reading of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, unabridged. I must have read this poem hundreds of times. In fact it is one of my favourite poems, but it never somehow transported me till I heard it read like this. The reading isn't exactly enjoyable in the obvious way. In fact it is quite disconcerting. And yet there is a certain something about it that just transports me to a world that I can't even express. Its the funny bird at work. Perhaps. Fluttering through those weird stanzas.

end of paragraphs about the funny bird .....

What about E.E. Cummings then?

(Heads off to re-discover E.E. Cummings).

I think I am in love with poetry. All kinds of poetry. Despite the funny bird. .

Let ee cummings speak for himself:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axH9A28CTjw&feature=related

http://www.types-of-poetry.org.uk/19-enjambment.htm

it's french nuff said from me

There's nothing wrong with words of French origin.

I've heard that President Bush (how much we miss him! ) once said "There's no French word for entrepreneur."

'Entrepreneur' is, of course, a French word - coming from the verb 'entreprendre' to undertake.

I believe it, MVP.

haha. . luvvit.

how's your France piece coming along, mvp? remember you said you were using some real town names, and some fictional ones. hah. see. I remember everything.


Arthur Rimbaud. What about him I hear you ask. , she repeats mysteriously.

Hearing EE Cummings reading his own poetry is just so incredible to me that all the words become white owls. I hear white owls.

I owe you an explanation, CC, that weigheth heavily on my otherwise non-existent conscience.

ee cummings was, indeed, American. Contrary to popular British belief, in the 19th and early 20th centuries, very, very upperclass Americans from places like New England (cummings) and Hyde Park, NY (the Roosevelts) learned to speak with an accent that we might now call Midlantic.

You couldn't tell the difference between them and Brits of the time. It was some sort of class thing the rest of us were left out of, but you can hear it in early films and recordings of FDR and Eleanor.

During the same period, my great-grandparents and grandparents were talking in a way that would have seemed slightly antique to the Beverly Hillbillies. Mutual communication would have been difficult, had, say, Mr Roosevelt stopped by on his way to Warm Springs.

Ah, Rimbaud...I'll bet it was HIM.

The other evening, we were watching 'Eccentricities of a Nightingale', a Tennessee Williams play that involves a very artistic young lady in 1895 who sets up a literary soiree in otherwise philistine Glorious Hill, Mississippi (a made-up place, but not by much). She has some problems with this version of the AWW, as you might imagine. There's a fellow with a very large verse play he wants to read aloud...

One of her problems is a chatty but clueless widow, who objects to the group's discussing William Blake. 'Horrible man,' she declares. 'The way he ran off to France with that other fellow, you know the one, and they got in trouble with the police in Brussels...'

During this enlightening speech, Frank Langella (in character as the Nightingale's beau), is laughing quietly...