/lit/ - Literature

>>19973225
>the literal liberator of poetry

FTFY

>>19973225
He murdered it beautifully.

>in the sense that nothing more can be said right?

ITT we try to collectively write a poem that proves Whitman didn't murder poetry

>>19973225
But how?

>>19973225
Without him, no Pessoa.

>>19973362
I'll take a stab, but it's probably you're usual anti-freestyle bullshit again.

There's also #CancelWhitman, but I'm just not getting that feeling from op.

the Anglos kept writing as if he never existed

>>19973487
The who?

>>19973225
this guy killed poetry, raped its corpse, and then invited generations of philistines to do the same

*spits*

That would be the Beats. Whitman and the better modernists are fine.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57289/in-october-1914-antwerp

>>19973480
>freestyle
Yes free verse is almost always terrible

These are good examples of how to toe between blank verse and rhyme scheme.

https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/song-militant-romance

http://www.eldritchdark.com/writings/poetry/478/satan-unrepentant

>>19973719
Based

why did you name the file walt disney?

>>19973335
>ITT we try to collectively write a poem that proves Whitman didn't murder poetry
Ill start the poem:

WE scullied betweenth the crag rocks and sea weeds of yesteryears corny topia

Alas, harshnick...kapooey

Uproarious funds and things of subsequent qualities, and the rakes and bees.and burgundy tulips grace my creseless lips I do despise the ununiformed

Pestiliance in the fears, the turmoils in the non vacantcies

Har har har I went jambling down to the sea brook and so sheness there
I went moseying on down to the sea side crashing ocean madness flush with gull and herring song water blood

Oiopss...oiopss oiops

I be theed and bereft walked up 8th avenue toward delancy decrepit I saint seated and wretched and fortnight for paper was read and I seated saintly on park bench fervered and favor from thee god who arch nemesis infact latched and langured a speedy fond of me parlaence

We, saw punitive measures parlaying dandingly by the concrete merry thistle, the rough sodden wheat sheaths upskirted the side walk like sea leaches spewing a murmored urge

A clandestine peach tree bronzed of pewter smit exaggerated an inkling of non earnestly ambigilating the turgid affair

If all is well that ends well, it never ended

>>19973225
Baudelaire ruined it first (and where it mattered: Europe).

BRO JUST WRITE IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER UNTIL HUMANITY IS ERASED

>>19973480
>There's also #CancelWhitman, but I'm just not getting that feeling from op.
Is there really a movement to cancel Whitman? That's crazy,

>>19973899
No, write in stabreim.

Return to Germanic rather than contine Mediterranean poetry. Wagner and the still living Icelandic tradition show how much potential it still has.

>>19973748
Excuse me! But he named it old-timey-walt-disney.jpg

>>19973824
The urchins yeep at the feet of the cherished embankment

Telemetry is fond
Electricity is fond
Algebra is fond
The nexus is fond

Pearls are a many and diamonds and this we laugh is celebration
Who knew, who knew
How lucky we could be

And the rivers and the early sprouting of the dawn and the spheroid and the cascading array of lights and the bevy of sounds and smells and the bustle and the early morning and the fresh air and the mountains and the city and the people daring to and fro

Walt Whitman's poetry is quite an oddity. In some ways I really appreciate the flow of his verse and how potently evocative of American life it is (Pound said something along the lines that Whitman's poetry exemplified America better than any other work of verse or piece of literature and I'm inclined to agree with him to an extent) but at the same time I find his content to be sometimes nauseating and sometimes inspiring. I don't think he ruined anything. I understand why he's a divisive character, but to say he ruined poetry is, in my opinion, quite silly.

>>19975566
An oil slick appears across the dunes
A curmudgeon befalls a kerfuffle
A tantalizing lionized tarantula lizard beseetches a besmirking

For ago and long again, to wit, naught nocturnal
The gentle lark listlessly ergos'
Thus sprecht a liter of liveliness
Stored beneath a rubble of quartzian rocks
Or, ore

Feats, feats, and feats abound
Treachery, imbeciles
Logistics, ergonomics
Winding winding winding the day loops all and ties things tight

In Germany I heard there is an architecture university with a leather lounge in a study area
In Amsterdam I was told there was a water way and beautiful people

I would like to delight
I think, I am quite certain, that certainly I would like to delight
Something something a joke about a foreign accent and the puzzling antiness of placing de Infront of light

May nothing ever stop it!
The light that is
From doing what it does best
Warming, seeing, becoming us, making life grow

Water! Now there's a relaxing ahhhhh
When's the last time you felt sand you fool

Ok, until next time, I bid you a due
And a do

>>19976858
And when the poet is all out of words for the day
Then what of it
When the poet is absolutely spent
What then

Before the sun was shining and the breeze was just right
Now the dark has fallen and a hunger to sup arise

The head escapes me
The thoughts no longer appear
Ammicably
The magic is gone
The genius for the day has been spent
Rinsed, fleeced dry
All my potential, ruined
All possible indefiniteness, defined
I am without word
Without cause
Without case
Without kind
Lonesome scared

If only there was some place mynijd could go
God this is so dreary and boring
What happened to my zest and zeal
I need to eat and see if the muses may return and sing sweet nothings in my rear

>>19977672
this is like a Bukowski poem

>>19977707
Ouch, I am ashamed, take it back please, anyone else, a field mouse perhaps? Maybe a special 3rd grader? Anyone but him, please.

In fairness to us both, I have read a few of his lines that contained something of legitness. But his undignified aura is quite grotesque, I sympathize via an understanding of his harsh conditions of living, and his lack of access to the internet

>>19977835
Do you like William Carlos Williams?

>>19978477
Haven't read much, but I think I recall flipping through him and Neruda and the new York guy that wrote on the type writer about buying someone a coke.

That stuff never made me beg to return to it or pour over it, but it was nice to experience reading once or twice.

>>19978577
Is that Hart Crane?

>>19978750
Frank O'Hara, is william carlos eillams good? He wrote about the peach or plum in thr ice box? What else

>>19973225
...I thought that was the holocaust?

>>19978856
I don’t think he’s very good, but I do enjoy him from time to time. He wrote an epic poem Paterson inspired by Ulysses.

>>19978935
In my opinion it's hard to find a good or great poem. Admittedly these days I don't spend a lot of time looking, but when I have it is a dismal pain sifting through lines and lines pages and pages of poison just to find a cloud clearing few lines that work well. This tedious process of the hay stack and chaff pile in search for the needle and wheat greatly burned me off from poetry

>>19979046
Try Ford Madox ford’s Antwerp

>>19980088
Post some excerpts here please

>>19976858

Listlessly I stead
Restlessly I sow
That thou thine art naught hither
Hind thither that thine heart know

Vexedly I quiver
And perplexedly I bow
That thine heart must alot deliver
Thus mine heart must not a go

Venture forth says the blessed winner
Venture not says the wretched crow
And what the heart does want for dinner
Let's lest the heart goes to and fro

So dance now my young beginners
And spiel loud of young belows
Be not thy young one critters
For critters least of all know love

>>19976858

Listlessly I stead
Restlessly I sow
That thou thine art naught hither
Hind thither that thine heart know

Vexedly I quiver
And perplexedly I bow
That thine heart must oft deliver
Thus mine heart must not a go

Venture forth says the blessed winner
Venture not says the wretched crow
And what the heart does want for dinner
Let's lest the heart goes to and fro

So dance now my young beginners
And spiel loud of young belows
Be not thy young one critters
For critters least of all know love

>>19976858

Listlessly I stead
Restlessly I sow
That thou thine art naught hither
Hind thither that thine heart know

Vexedly I quiver
And perplexedly I bow
That thine heart must oft deliver
Thus mine heart must not forgo

Venture forth says the blessed winner
Venture not says the wretched crow
And what the heart does want for dinner
Let's lest the heart goes to and fro

So dance now my young beginners
And spiel loud of young belows
Be not thy young one critters
For critters least of all know love

>>19976858

Listlessly I stead
Restlessly I sow
That thou thine art naught hither
Hind thither that thine heart know

Vexedly I quiver
And perplexedly I bow
That thine heart must oft deliver
Thus mine heart must not forgo

Venture forth says the blessed winner
Venture not says the wretched crow
And what the heart does want for dinner
Let's lest the heart goes to and fro

So dance now my young beginners
And spiel loud of young belows
Be not thy young one critters
For critters least of all know love

Beep bop boop bobity beep boopity boo

Boo bobity bopity beep boop bop be

Bop boppy boop boopy beepy beepy?

Buppy buppy boopy boopy bippy bippy beepy beepy beaupy beaupy baopy baopy

Boop boop beep beep beepopy oopy oupy eepy youpy yuppy yoopy yeep

Yup yup yop yop yoop yoop yeep yeep

Bopy boapy beepy boopy beep beep boap boop

And what when all has been said
Many times over
What when all the words have run out
What ever shall we speak of then

To dream to dream
Some of my most favorite intense
Real exciting moments have been in dream
So, the obsession with movies and games and tv
The consciously made dreams

The world is composed of dreams
Day and by night
Awake
Asleep
Dreams of you and me
Dreams for us all
To sleep in
To live in
Forever

Fentonious elenson veintishnay ablemnon aritakinay lembodious ventitrusco melontismay mertiverdoks vendoshinay cartimemblum minonashtisay fortinonlocks estinontouchay cantilonious mentoolahtishnay ontionus entiontinday ventivonvus mentimonstunay

Hey TV highest possible quality of life thoughts

That's what I thought
Indus valley
Just had to guess what I thought
Usual get USB caught
Ugliness inside and beyond
System standard theory of evolution

There seems to intensify the more same time
Having a good chancy her
Gringo hair
Truth is it
Heights using credit
Trying gainer hahaha begins
Define having very much

Absolom, absanctum
Avrektianimous
Elebendum
Viontinous
Delatecturum
Ingratiano
Melifictio
Ovanum belatum mendonosohere
Sentilatum unturnutus vereki nonto
Nemblum latetum vernundum alonosphai
Parternum Galactus everai tous
Ven trinon ent cantous vor sous and zus
Belendictine wrent latos sphene et nous turndous meldatio
Parlaxus, artonomous erg joai
Enoan nai nonnus ver duenostai
Entilabrem vindictus ars matrimoan

i went walk and saw the big tree and sky rain love between the moon shadows of a grand jewel above levened leaves and left wearies and chance upon a fire inspired a reaching sow so i beheld a startling acre and grasped a darting know to see of which merry meddle my honesty would grow at least the tender rancour forbideen in my jocularity was jovial enough for such tidings and peace keepings however so much has been made of such and such and so and so i just thought id leave this note in this burrow tree and send my best regards to you and yours with love as always

I went I walked and saw a large tree and the sky of rain love amid the shadows of the moon great buds above the light leaves and left tired and perchance a pig inspired on fire it is quite jovial to keep such messengers and keep the peace, however so great and so, and so, and so so so far as I have just seen, to leave this brand in this tree and in the mine. my love for you and yours always

I walked, walked, and saw a large tree and a sky of rain love amid the shadows of the moon, a great gem upon the smooth leaves, and I was left tired and perhaps a pig inspired by the fire was quite happy to keep such messages and keep peace. however much, and so much, and so far as I have now seen, to leave this mark in this tree and in mine. my love for you and yours always

>>19977835
>But his undignified aura is quite grotesque
I've never thought of that but you're right. Perhaps this aura could be explained by his tendency to bring humanity down to the level of natural life and celebrating the whole as such, instead of the european way of disconnecting humanity from nature on some spiritual level. In Whitman it feels like humans are almost objectified, and he can come off as a sociopath of some sort?

>>19984873
>In Whitman it feels like humans are almost objectified, and he can come off as a sociopath of some sort?
Any examples you can provide that make you think this? If he does objectify humans in his book, would you claim there are no examples of him subjectifying them?

Would you claim his speaking as the voice of the text is a subjectification of himself?

And by covering all the topics he does, saying all the things in the way he does, if anyone were to read his words would they not become that subjective? And by covering such an endless breadth and range of topics and subjects and moods and notions, does he not contain and possess many possible subjectivities.

I don't know all these answers but a poet can speak for a many sometimes better than a many can speak for themselves, and if he failed to capture a subjectivity, I'm sure other poets picked up that slack.

I flicked a rose petal at dawn and all was fine and dandy
I say I flicked a tulip and felt a pansy
I did a dancy dancy
And then laid about in some field with my darling

We strolled into town and had a cafe in Florence the la stravaganza
We peopled watched and spoke about Valentino and Prada and Versace
The sun was shiny and I poured a glass of sparkling water
Clinky clanky went the ice
Gulpy ahhh went down my throat

We saw Tino on the Mediterranean coast and teased that we may take a bath in olive oil
I had sangria and salmon at 3 hours past noon
I put on my dolce and Gabbana Sanders to walk to my terrace
Surrounded by ferns I in my speedo and robe breathed deep and watched lovely women below
Strut in a quick stride like floating angels
Like tigers on the prowl
Full of levity and speed
I considered spitting on one and then ducking down beneath the railing to peak
But I heard my darling heading for the outer doors
Calling It was time for tea
I asked for some green tea with a touch of lemon and honey

I asked her how her meeting was at the agency
How she was getting along with the new clients
The sun was slipping lower and the waves gentley brushed up on the shore
Lapping at the sand as like forever

Argfh argfh

Epfh epfh

Urs

Val of lux

Tangerine of incursion
Venerate my ionosphere
Calibrate my yearning

Elevate my condition
Establish my preceding
Formulate my tablature
Excavate my reason

Undulate my establishment
Enhance my autonomy
Congratulate my granularity
Alleviate my understanding
Conflabulate my jurisdiction
Belate my horrorscope
Deviate my ontology
Renovate my genealogy
Gyrate my geniality
Dissipate my uncertainty
Prorate my benediction

Cresk cresk

A credo crease
crosses

Ervlo ervlo

Loights loights

Aghast, aghast
A gust a gust
August

Argo not

A lemon

Languidly

A peach
A beach
A palm tree

Estrogen
Entangled
Rumination
Pulsating
Pulsar

Brimming with faith
Entraptment entreaty
Excise council ordinary conceal
Consolidate solitude
Extradite exformulation
Expediate conjunction
Enfathom extraordinary
Ely mon ely mon
Ely most

Ala ala
Always comes to mind
Also vens
Veritis
Vang
Laplis
Oregano
Orleander
Spree

>>19973362
"hard act to follow" is a statement about the difficulty of looking good when someone else is almost perfect right next to you. whitman was actually perfect, and all of poetry is trying to follow him for it. in truth, poetry killed itself.

Infinite implies that is not a matter of fact that I can get to know you

Thanks buddy
getting beings founded
Have having
Deserve touch
Getting beings are you

Waking hominids describing
Hedonism
Getting settled
Idk bringing budgets
Smile grown
Center handling cash

Vestitude
Vestibule
Androgenous
Cartiledge
Cartridge
Pantomime
Meninite
Mendocino
Dowry
Urgent
Anvelope
Curtail
Egregious
Estate
Cantalever
Mystique
Expeditious
Entails
Bicordinate
Dastard
Neumonic
Episode
Bleeds
Jarring
Perview
Sunderly
Valimunes
Greet
Speach

Oblong crsecent swoon betwixt milky cloud darkness sky
Secrete this hushened word
And decree this lull of by

Pituitary eschatology
Ripens a ginormous gulf
Besat basest vermins
Feasting on lent rinds

Hellsment porter laden myopithy
Andalusian dear brunt morphology
Crystalline seats curling towards magnanimous stone
Rudimentary entrance time
Hallowed warbel exposed
Venus and Adonis
Decimically repeating forever
Though stead a purer place
Two true loves supposed
The real thing
Incorporated
With out contrivance
Two actual souls trusting
To share one transendent body
A mystic magic gleam
Swirls about their corpus
Consicrsrated vows coelecse
In sure certainty
Ever since a kid
Knowing the teleos of love
Mutual abandon in infinite for giving
Mutual lacking in nothing no more

And the farm hands with their axes lay the barks and the weeds!

And the breeze humid tunic of earths misty stutter rupts a chill shiver of solace amongst the seed!

The black smith with his summer clanking
The bee keepers honey drool
The weavers satin threads of luxory

I am a corpuscule lodged in the times of Zeus
I breathe deep the mountain sweet and leap like billy goat from iron stone
I take up pine needs in my giant grasp and sniff their sweet tea

And the oxen stoops lowering his heavy brow
And the gleaners sing their damsel songs
And the piper whistles the rivers carry
The bread makers craft fills the air
Sweet beer and merry making by fire light

I dance as my body is the stars
I dance as my body is the constitution
Full of wet ink seeking to dry
I may spittle and not be sorry,
For surely you have spittled
I may burp and not mind, for surely this gaseous air is as good yours as mind

And I saw a beaver and bunny
Catching up about the weather and times
And the logger carries his woods off beyond horizon and eats his pancakes with the forester's
And the sailor reaches shore and kisses ground.