ear mostly
toastly but never
boastly
first writings inspired by song lyrics
Andrew
On 10/01/2008, Joseph Duemer <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> I think my initial impulse comes from the ear, but that I use the page to
> discipline that initial impulse.
>
> jd
>
> On Jan 9, 2008 6:35 PM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> > I've often considered the idea of incorporating more ear into my
> > poetry, & less page. I do revel in assonance & consonance & the whole
> > aural toolbox, but I think in terms of tone & rhythm I have much to
> > learn from spoken word poetry. though I despise the cockiness that
> > slam often incorporates, it's such a 'conscious' artform where you can
> > see every pore & all the connections need to be perfect; especially
> > between the reader & the writing. I've also heard some bad slam.. I
> > want my poetry to bear less than zero resemblance to rap
> >
> > KS
> >
> > On 10/01/2008, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > > Thank you, Doug, and I may play with this a bit --
> > >
> > > it raises a question for me, though: I write for the page, as well as
> > for
> > > the ear. That is, I notice how it *looks* on the page, and try to
> > address
> > > both sound/ rhythm and form with my line breaks. Your suggestion, of
> > course,
> > > would require an entire reworking to accomplish this.
> > >
> > > I know that not everyone writes this way.
> > >
> > > I'm wondering what others consider as they write?
> > >
> > > --
> > >
> > >
> > > ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
> > >
> > > On 1/9/08, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > > >
> > > > This is different; this is good, Sharon. Although I'd maybe drop
> then
> > > > 'There is' there.
> > > >
> > > > Doug
> > > > On 8-Jan-08, at 7:38 PM, sharon brogan wrote:
> > > >
> > > > > Whisper
> > > > >
> > > > > Listen. It's a new moon night. There is no light to be heard
> > > > > falling on fresh snow. Snow drifting down so quietly you hear
> > > > > nothing. Listen. Distant electric humming under the evening
> > > > > silence. A fountain trickles beneath the ice. Far away, geese
> > > > > call to one another across the slow river. Listen harder. Do you
> > > > > hear it? The crackling of stars, colliding starlight, high,
> higher,
> > > > > in the dimming, snow-speckled night. That hiss. That whisper.
> > > > >
> > > > > --
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > Douglas Barbour
> > > > 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> > > > Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
> > > > (780) 436 3320
> > > > http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/<
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> > > >
> > > > Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> > > > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
> > > >
> > > > You need someone to lead you to ruin,
> > > > but I'm not the one. See the neighbours.
> > > >
> > > > John Newlove
> > > >
> > >
> >
>
>
>
> --
> Joseph Duemer
> Professor of Humanities
> Clarkson University
> [sharpsand.net]
>
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Andrew
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