Hi Dave
Next time someone calls you a Romantic, have you considered they may be
projecting their Romanticism, especially if wearing the face of a
Postmodernist judge.
A while ago you were posting some experiments with traditonal forms of
prosody and I remember one piece you thought was too short. It gave me
an idea of using elements of the cento, not the full form of cento but
the element of patchwork in cento. A sort of patchworking of the various
fragments using the different prosodies.
It could perhaps be done to produce a long poem, although perhaps
difficult to make work.
Something which could be as Milton says; wild above rule or art.
Hence vain deluding Joys,
The brood of Folly without father bred,
How little you bestead,
Or fill the fixed mind with your toys;
Dwell in some idle brain,
And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,
As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the sunbeams,
Or likest hovering dreams,
The fickle pensioners of Morpheus train.
best wishes
Chris Jones
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