/lit/ - Literature

Poetry is just shitty prose without metre , rhyme, wordplay, etc. Etc.

Regards

>>8375747
Pic related is what happens when you throw out metre and rhyme desu

>>8375747

>removes everything that classifies writing as poetry
>calls it poetry

>>8375747
they're devices and can be used effectively

>>8375770
>classifying mediums effectively

anything can be art!! lol!!

>>8375775

>"classifying mediums effectively"
>parroting contextless marxo-babble you recently read in your cute little meme book

They are and they aren't. Don't be a sperg laddie.

>>8375753
What the fuck is this post? Are most people on /lit/ this ignorant?

>>8375779
Your post sure isn't.

i smeared my poop over my cheeks and made poetry

>>8375834
Take a guess.

>>8375834
it is spot-on for free verse poetry

tennis without a net, lads

tennis without a net

>>8375753
>he doesn't like based Pound

>>8375747
>he doesn't

>>8375747
even if you use complex words, ithout rhyme and metrics it feels lazy and amateur so be my guest

You gotta know the rules before you can break them desu.

None of these slam poetry cucks could produce anything of value in strict form even if they wanted.

>>8375835
No, it is.

>>8377734
So squash?

>>8377734
Because metrics and rhymes aren't important in free verse poems ? That's fookin bs.

>>8378508
where's the wall in the court retard

>>8378524
Sort of where the net is in tennis. Why don't you look up squash court images on Google dumbass?

>>8378534
so you take out a net and a wall appears?
are you retarded? on medication? suffer from autism?

>>8378550
No idiot, you take out the net, halve the court and put it next to a wall. You don't play squash over or through a wall, you play it against.

>>8378562
exactly my point imbecile, free verse is retarded and cannot be branded as another form of art because it's necessary to change it first.
On itself worthless

>>8378589
> the only good sport is tennis
> all other sports are different
> therefore they are all rubbish
> QED faggots
Uh huh bro. Uh huh. W/E

>>8378594
>the sport dun need no rules
>okay
>but still call it sport
>okay
>free verse is of any worth as poetry
u don goof'd

>>8378622
>some verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job
Idiot.

>>8378625
>Implying

>>8378636
Implying what?

>>8378484

this, aspiring writers of all sorts absolutely NEED to practice writing with hard metrics and rhyme schemes or they can never hope to match the texture and flow of the prose stylists they jizz to

>>8378534
It's a quote from Robert Frost you pleb.

see the real good stuff is using meter and rhyme in such a complex way as to naively appear without it

>>8379119
"where's the wall in the court retard"
~Robert Frost

I write this poem as I shit.

Pee poo
Poop per;
Pee --'ee ê?
Pre poo-e

Giv me money

Keating begins to circle around Todd.

TODD
A m-m-madman.

KEATING
What kind of madman? Don't think about
it. Just answer again.

TODD
A c-crazy madman.

KEATING
No, you can do better than that. Free up
your mind. Use your imagination. Say the
first thing that pops into your head,
even if it's total gibberish. Go on, go
on.

TODD
Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.

KEATING
Good God, boy, there's a poet in you,
after all. There, close your eyes. Close
your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what
you see.

Keating puts his hands over Todd's eyes and they begin to slowly
spin around.

TODD
Uh, I-I close my eyes.

KEATING
Yes?

TODD
Uh, and this image floats beside me.

KEATING
A sweaty-toothed madman?

TODD
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare
that pounds my brain.

KEATING
Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him
action. Make him do something.

TODD
H-His hands reach out and choke me.

KEATING
That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful.

Keating removes his hands from Todd but Todd keeps his eyes
closed.

TODD
And, and all the time he's mumbling.

KEATING
What's he mumbling?

TODD
M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like
a blanket that always leaves your feet
cold."

The students begin to laugh and Todd opens his eyes. Keating
quickly gestures for him to close them again.

KEATING
Forget them, forget them. Stay with the
blanket. Tell me about that blanket.

TODD
Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll
never be enough. You kick at it, beat
it, it'll never cover any of us. From
the moment we enter crying to the moment
we leave dying, it will just cover your
face as you wail and cry and scream.

Todd opens his eyes. The class is silent. Then they begin to clap
and cheer.

KEATING
(whispering to Todd)
Don't you forget this.

>>8375747
>he thinks he can be free without perfect technical knowledge

>>8378519
Free verse means irregular metre and rhyme, not no metre and rhyme.