You might then think of changing where you're sitting.
E.g., you might take a look at what's been done with
the sonnet by the likes of Ted Berrigan and Bernadette
Mayer, among others.
Hal
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On Sep 17, 2006, at 6:16 PM, Kasper wrote:
> "The world of the sonnet is a wide and varied one"
>
> not from where I'm sitting, but that's just one way to look at it. I
> have a categorical dislike for poetry that is strictly schematic in
> terms of form (this does not include haiku, because good haiku aren't
> strictly schematic in form).
> the reason I was wondering it is that these 'sonnets' don't follow the
> metre- or rhyme schemes that english & italian sonnets do; i.e. they
> aren't 'technically' sonnets. the only alternative I see is then that
> you call these sonnets because that description for the poems has some
> bearing on what you want to say in/with them, or how. that motive is
> what I was after, nothing more. :)
>
> Douglas, I'm not sure my question warranted as curt a reply as yours.
>
> KS
>
> On 17/09/06, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> The world of the sonnet is a wide and varied one.
>>
>> Hal
>>
>> "If the brain were so simple we could understand
>> it, we would be so simple we couldn't."
>> --Lyall Watson
>>
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>> On Sep 16, 2006, at 9:05 PM, Kasper wrote:
>>
>> > I've been wondering, why do you call these poems sonnets?
>> >
>> > On 16/09/06, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> >> Autumnal Sonnet
>> >>
>> >> An undesecrated flag flew over the ballpark, where outfielders
>> >> napped and baserunners took desperate chances. Such talent
>> >> as that had not been seen since the beginning of the eclipse.
>> >>
>> >> Opportunity stood on our doorstep, hand raised to knock. Embryo-
>> >> genesis, our middle name. No-fly zones at the ready in the
>> backyard.
>> >> All sorts of guys came by for drinks, or looking for free hand-
>> outs.
>> >>
>> >> Among the missing, we were always at a loss for something to say,
>> >> something at least sympathetic, if not moreso. A designer
>> >> of aloha shirts camped on the median strip across from the end
>> >>
>> >> of our driveway. "Will work for food" said his sign. Some said his
>> >> parents had married for love, but none could have known for sure.
>> >> Youngsters congregated in the front yard, choosing up sides.
>> >>
>> >> We older folk kicked back in the bleachers, basking in the early
>> >> October sun, taking our game to higher levels than ever before.
>> >>
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> Hal
>> >>
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