/lit/ - Literature

>>19851748
Capitalization of 'I'
Rhymes
Rythm

>>19851748
E. E. Cummings, for example, forces his readers to pay close attention to the line “anyone lived in a pretty how town” by earranging the words in an unexpected way. (In the standard pattern of an exclamation, the line would read “How pretty a town anyone lived in!”)

>>19851748
>Writing is a craft that can be honed, any story you pull out of your ass is gonna be made out of shit.

I concur.

Formal poetic elements notwithstanding, If your writing is not a synlogistical & conspective coproduct of your lifestyle, but, rather, you merely reproduce what has long been comprehended by you —if anything—, you are subpar, and "washed up", like the leaves under the snow.

Regular meter is immensely powerful and so much of modern poetry has forgotten it. Meter isn't some restriction or straitjacket. Meter is a tool, an istrument, that you use to help convey the meaning of what you are saying in the poem.

This is even true in narrative poetry. What would the Iliad be without dactylic hexameter? What would the Commedia be without terza rima? What would Paradise Lost be without its blank verse? The regular meter becomes the thing that gives the story so much of its power. Stories told in verse are of a different nature than stories told in prose. They just feel different, and they have a different, grander sort of sense in the way they hit the mind. This is why the epics are so highly regarded, even above modern novels. Epics are just a different beast.

>>19852959
>What would Paradise Lost be without its blank verse

Blank verse may as well be free verse. It's a waste of time.

>>19852959
How many epics have you read?

>>19851748
meter

>>19851748
>be made out of shit
write from yore:

>>19851748
Form(s) and musicality. And Rhetoric. People don't speak well to begin with, on top of the active degradation of public discourse and the unthinking Mass Media Man.

>>19852975
>Blank verse may as well be free verse
There is a tone deafness possible here, but too many trees have been felled for Rupi Kaur tier compositions

>>19852931
Fuck off fag, I wrote a genius reminder of the joy of my evening bath. Bathing in some incredible prose. Still not great art.

>>19852975
are you retarded or just an esl?

>>19851748
>The old world, speaking strictly, knew but one poet, and named him "Homeros." The Greek word "Poietes," which [138] the Latins—unable to translate it—reproduced as "Poeta," recurs most naïvely among the Provençals as "Trouvère," and suggested to our Middle-high Germans the term of "Finder," Gottfried von Strassburg calling the poet of Parzival a "Finder wilder Märe" ("finder of strange tales"). That "poietes"—of whom Plato averred that he had found for the Greeks their gods—would seem to have been preceded by the "Seer," much as the vision of that ecstatic shewed to Dante the way through Hell and Heaven. But the prodigy of the Greeks' sole poet—"the"—seems to have been that he was seer and poet in one; wherefore also they represented him as blind, like Tiresias. Whom the gods meant to see no semblance, but the very essence of the world, they sealed his eyes; that he might open to the sight of mortals that truth which, seated in Plato's figurative cavern with their backs turned outwards, they theretofore could see in nothing but the shadows cast by Show, This poet, as "seer," saw not the actual (das Wirkliche), but the true (das Wahrhaftige), sublime above all actuality; and the fact of his being able to relate it so faithfully to hearkening men that to them it seemed as clear and tangible as anything their hands had ever seized—this turned the Seer to a Poet.
>Was he "Artist" also?
>Whoso should seek to demonstrate the art of Homer, would have as hard a task before him as if he undertook to shew the genesis of a human being by the laborious experiments of some Professor—supramundane, if you will—of Chemistry and Physics. Nevertheless the work of Homer is no unconscious fashioning of Nature's, but something infinitely higher; perhaps, the plainest manifestation of a godlike knowledge of all that lives. Yet Homer was no Artist, but rather all succeeding poets took their art from him, and therefore is he called "the Father of Poetry" (Dichtkunst). All Greek genius is nothing else than an artistic réchauffé (Nachdichtung) of Homer; for purpose of this réchauffé, was first discovered and matured that "Techne" which at last we have raised to a general principle under name of the Art of Poetry, wrongheadedly including in it the "poietes" or "Finder der Märe."

CONT

>>19854132
>The "ars poetica" of the Latins may rank as art, and from it be derived the whole artifice of verse-and-rhyme-making to our present day. If Dante once again was dowered with the Seer's eye—for he saw the Divine, though not the moving shapes of gods, as Homer—when we come to Ariosto things have faded to the fanciful refractions of Appearance; whereas Cervantes spied between the glintings of such arbitrary fancies the old-poetic world-soul's cloven quick, and sets that cleavage palpably before us in the lifelike actions of two figures seen in dream. And then, as if at Time's last stroke, a Scotsman's "second sight" grows clear to full clairvoyance of a world of history now lying lost behind us in forgotten documents, and its facts he tells to us as truthful fairy-tales told cheerily to listening children. But from that ars poetica, to which these rare ones owed no jot, has issued all that calls itself since Homer "Epic poetry"; and after him we have to seek the genuine epic fount in tales and sagas of the Folk alone, where we find it still entirely undisturbed by art.
>To be sure, what nowadays advances from the feuilleton to clothe the walls of circulating libraries, has had to do with neither art nor poesy. The actually-experienced has at no time been able to serve as stuff for epic narration; and "second sight" for the never-witnessed does not bestow itself on the first romancer who passes by. A critic once blamed the departed Gutzkow for depicting a poet's love-affairs with baronesses and countesses, "things of which he certainly could never have had any personal experience"; the author most indignantly replied by thinly-veiled allu sions to similar episodes that actually had happened to himself. On neither side could the unseemly folly of our novel-writing have been more cryingly exposed.—Goethe, on the other hand, proceeded in his "Wilhelm Meister" as the artist to whom the poet had refused his collaboration in discovery of a satisfactory ending; in his "Wahlverwandtschaften" the lyric elegist worked himself into a seer of souls, but not as yet of living shapes. But what Cervantes had seen as Don Quixote and Sancho Pansa, dawned on Goethe's deep world-scrutiny as Faust and Mephistopheles; and these shapes beheld by his ownest eye now haunt the seeking artist as the riddle of an ineffable poet's-dream, which he thought, quite un-artistically but thoroughly sincerely, to solve in an impossible drama.

CONT

>>19854134
>There may be something to learn from this, even for our members of the "German Poets'-grove" who feel neglected by their none too ardent publishers. For alas! one must say of their novels, their spirit's ripest fruits, that they have sprung from neither life nor tradition, but simply from theft and traduction. If neither the Greeks at their prime, nor any later great nation of culture, such as the Italians and Spaniards, could win from passing incidents the matter for an epic story, to you moderns this will presumably come a trifle harder: for the events they witnessed, at least were real phenomena; whilst ye, in all that rules, surrounds and dwells in you, can witness naught but masquerades tricked out with rags of culture from the wardrobe-shop and tags from the historical marine-store. The seer's eye for the ne'er-experienced the gods have always lent to none but their believers, as ye may ascertain from Homer or Dante. But ye have neither faith nor godliness.
- Wagner, On Poetry and Composition

>>19851748
>What fundamental rules of literature and poetry have modern writers forgotten?
It's not that we've forgotten rules, it's that we've created them.

>>19852975
brainlet

>>19854139
Pretty dank wagdawg

bump

>>19853765

One's lifestyle is the personalized realization of one's ethics, which is based on one's ethos; the richer one's substance, the purer one's form; most settings in life are simple, whilst the structures, complex; it is as much a matter of what you write as it is how you write it; if your lifestyle predisposes you to write only regarding mundane matters, you are most probably spiritually deficient, and are lacking in the complementary experiential, or imperiential, factor to your life.

>>19852931
>a synlogistical & conspective coproduct of your lifestyle

>>19852959
>I came to discuss poetry but lurking behind every word was my impression that the most important thing happening was me being here to discuss it.

>>19857845

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>>19857831
Holy fucked-up run-on sentence Batman! That post was as pleasing to the ear as a truckload of hammers being dropped down a crooked iron chute!

>>19857861
"Talking as if the stick up one's ass has a stick up IT'S ass doesn't make one sound profound or informed."

Yeah nah fuck off you're boring, namefag.

>>19857831
>if your lifestyle predisposes you to write only regarding mundane matters, you are most probably spiritually deficient
>Proust's La Recherche has a 12 page passage about turning over in bed
>Proust is spiritually deficient
Welp, you heard it here first, kids.

any good poetry about the sun or the sea?