Poetry

[longers]

I don't think it's about chickens is it?

Is a Scottish silkie a seal?

 

[longers]

Is a Scottish silkie a seal?

*googles*

Partly.

 

[snorri]

This next one though (especially for you Snorri), I had no idea what it was about let alone what anything symbolised (again I had to look at the answers to have a clue what it's about).

You are teasing now, that is not a Norman MacCaig work, he was a sooth moother.
I can easily understand anyone not aquaint with Orkney dialect and folklore, which often features an interchange between humans and seals, having some difficulty with that one.

 

[rich p]

You've said exactly the same thing before.

...and it's still true. Emperors new clothes and all that.

Writing prose and putting the odd full stop here and there witha few random capital letters doesn't make it poetry. It's just lazy and demeans real poetry.

Is there a rule against repeating yourself on the forum? I didn't get to vote on that motion

 

[threebikesmcginty]

Is there a rule against repeating yourself on the forum? I didn't get to vote on that motion

I've never repeated myself on the forum, I said I've never repeated myself on the forum.

 

[661-Pete]

I have this extract posted on the wall above my desk at work. Those of you with a modicum of English Literature will recognise it:

"Chese now," quod she, "oon of thise thynges tweye:
"To han me foul and old til that I deye,
"And be to yow a trewe humble wyf,
"And nevere yow displese in al my lyf,
"Or elles ye wol han me yong and fair,
"And take youre aventure of the repair,
"That shal be to youre hous, by cause of me,
"Or in som oother place may wel be.
"Now chese yourselven wheither that yow liketh."

As of the past years I grow older and longer in the tooth, the 'old codger' sitting in the corner - and more likely to be 'passed over' for the more exciting stuff at work, in favour of the young 'uns all around me ... I think of these words.

 

[MichaelM]

I have this extract posted on the wall above my desk at work. Those of you with a modicum of English Literature will recognise it:

"Chese now", quod she, "oon of thise thynges tweye:
"To han me foul and ol til that I deye,
"And be to yow a trewe humble wyf,
"And nevere yow displese in al my lyf,
"Or elles ye wol han me yong and fair,
"And take youre aventure of the repair,
"That shal be to youre hous, by cause of me,
"Or in som oother place may wel be.
"Now chese yourselven wheither that yow liketh."

Whoever wrote that needs to join me on my English course and learn to spell

 

[Fnaar]

As mentioned before, I'm a sort of fan of some poetry, but back when we were teenagers, doing T.S. Eliot at school, someone in our class wrote a long pile of claptrap in the form of a 'poem'... it was absolute bullsh!t, with strings of long words, arbitrary line breaks, the lot. He/others got to read it out at school assembly, and our teacher (a poet... reasonably well-known in the field back then) wrote a 6 or 7 page critique of it

 

[661-Pete]

Whoever wrote that needs to join me on my English course and learn to spell

I think Chaucer was the first Englishman in history who did know how to spell.