The Divine Word

[Queso]

Stop and think about what these words right here that you are reading and what they are doing to your brain right now.

 

When I type:

 

"I am the son of Earth and Starry Heaven. I am thirsty, please give me something to drink from the fountain of Mnemosyne."

 

You're doing something automatic, and beautiful. You are reading, gathering a new form of information that humans made up to further progress our evolution.

 

When I say:

 

The cacti fall within the proximity of

stone mandalas

where I heard of the automatic lung,

and the galaxy,

whose descendents

took flight and

tangled.

 

I have created art with something as common as the ear.

I can take you on a journey through your memories, through fantasy, through your own psyche.

This is poetry.

 

The lounge is a division of Hypography where people come and share some words. It's like an electronic bar, without the alcohol.

The alcohol is replaced by words,

a divine sacrament

if you allow.

 

Now, a moderator here just told me to "sober up" after I experimented with words and their digital format.

I gave you something to eat, and you pushed my plate away and dubbed it ****.

 

I don't care if you like my poety. I write for myself, people who dabble in mystics, and appreciate the sparks that come from abstract word structure.

I don't write for ignorant people,

I write about you and your erotic relationship with alcohol.

Everyone has their own entheogens. Caffiene, Nicotine, Alcohol. The legal and the stupid. (IMO)

Everyone has their own rituals, too. Whether divine, or not.

 

In conclusion, I'm going to create a poll and see how everyone else feels about poetry in the lounge.

[Buffy]

Now, a moderator here just told me to "sober up" after I experimented with words and their digital format.

Yah, but he did it poetically and it was a direct riff on the previous poem you posted. It was hardly out of line.

I gave you something to eat, and you pushed my plate away and dubbed it s**t.

Everyone's a critic Orb! You criticize profusely too! Lighten up!

 

And thank you for watching your language. Remember there are women and children about....

 

Quality is superior to quantity,

Buffy

[Boerseun]

When I say:

 

The cacti fall within the proximity of

stone mandalas

where I heard of the automatic lung,

and the galaxy,

whose descendents

took flight and

tangled.

 

I have created art with something as common as the ear.

I can take you on a journey through your memories, through fantasy, through your own psyche.

This is poetry.

Orb, if I'm allowed to raise some more criticism (you can ignore this post if you want, I don't really care):

 

The poem you've written above, can hardly be called such, in my opinion. It's freeform typing, nothing more. The lack of content and absolutely zero internal consistency and the fact that none of the elements in the poem have any relation to each other, and that there's no progression could have been allayed by some clever handling of rythm and rhyme, which it sadly lacks, as well.

 

This is incoherent freeform typing, nothing more. It is not poetry, and hardly art. That's exactly the same reason I critiqued you in the Quatrain Corner thread. And, if you don't mind some more (hopefully constructive) criticism, such ramblings as the above which the author labels as art which lacks all the elements needed for it to be considered as such, can only be construed as artistic pretention. Which is really sad. Not to mention irritating as hell.

 

Like I said, you're more than welcome to ignore this post completely.

 

Cheers

[Queso]

Nothing matters.

 

You are incompatible with me.

 

I disagree with you.

 

And will continue futher.

[Boerseun]

You are incompatible with me.

Without a doubt.

 

Regardless of my opinion, or your own opinion about your work, or attempts at it, here's a couple of links for your perusal, enjoyment, participation and hopefully eventual membership:

 

Poetry Forums

.: poems and poets :. .: classic poetry, world's largest critical poetry forums, poetry links from everypoet.com :.

About Poetry

PoetryBang - Home

pmpoetry: Poetry Forums

SHARE YOUR POETRY - Poetry Posting Place!

 

These are just a sample taken from the first result page on Yahoo when you do a search for 'poetry forums'. It turns out that there are more than 25,300,000 hits to keep you busy for a while.

 

Maybe you should keep in mind that Hypo is a forum for and about Science. Like I said, there are more than 25 million forums out there that are more appropriate for your interests.

 

Here endeth the lesson.

[Queso]

I've looked into those forums and it just doesn't feel right.

People are desperate to get their poetry critisized, and the desperation pushed me away.

 

Like yin yangs rolling off my tongue,

sometimes it's good sometime's it's not

and it's always subjective.

 

Either way, every button is an exercise every thought is an attempt to dredg something new something from the soul.

 

Hypography is a mind gym. I am aware of this just as much as you are. I just have different exercising methods.

 

I've never been to South Africa. Have you ever been to California?

[Boerseun]

Oh my God...

 

From the mown lawn in my backyard

to the green goblins in the front

from the fridge in the kitchen

to the emptyness in the laundry

 

souls have marched and died

looking for meaning,

or for grilled Kentucky chicken,

dead, deboned deplucked and fried

 

But no-one ever came back

in less than 12 hours

an told me that the 25 million websites

I referred them to sucked ***.

 

This is a quagmire;

a dilemma of the soul

I should pick my nose

and chuck it at the reindeer

who frequent my garbage pail

when the green sun shines

Ghastly

Evil

I've seen Coke in Japan,

I've seen toe jam on my nose

I've written lines of crap

with absolutely no meaning

Just to wobble my wossname.

 

But wobbling my wossname

includes alliteration

which exists in a universe

that exludes Orbsycli

 

'Cause Orb's not interested, you see

in anything remotely doing with the

rules of rhyme (alliteration - once again)

which is all good and fine,

if you've got enough patience

and red wine (oh my god a rhyming line...)

 

'Cause you see,

Orb's a bit of a loner

a singleton

who won't accept rules or regulations

who hid himself as 'Wine'

because he made an *** of himself

and we thought, well, 'Fine'.

 

But my *** sprouts horsetails

and my face a turntip

and this poem is bullshit

but serves as an example

of how pretention

in a poetic sense

can serve as a self-serving

conceit.

 

Badabing badaboom

I just created art.

 

But now, after reading this,

I need to fart.

[Queso]

you know me?