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Mine:
>Snake eater, the saint waiter

>> No.16030745
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16030745

The tiger is out

>> No.16030762

Of all sad words of tongue and pen
/pol/ was right again

>> No.16030766

>>16030729
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
scuttling along the floors of silent seas

>> No.16030779

not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay

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Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

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>>16030729
"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal." -Lord Byron

I love this. My 3x great grandfather had a similar poem. Pic related, from a novel he wrote. Hope it isn't blurry.

>> No.16030839

Opposition is true friendship

>> No.16030863

>>16030835
I fucked that up. Brother of my 2x great grandpa. Lol had to check the family records real quick.

>> No.16031319

"Niggers could be here" he thought. "I've never been in this neighbourhood before. There could be niggers anywhere"

>> No.16031328

>>16030729
>Snake eater, the saint waiter
The fuck does that even mean? Is he talking about pussy?

>> No.16031333

With a car, you can go anywhere you want.

>> No.16031352

If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!

>> No.16032380

>And so Aeneas prayed, clasping the altar

>> No.16032393

Van cursed nature for planting a gnarled tree brimming with vile sap within a man's crotch

>> No.16032402

>>16031328
yeah

>> No.16033124

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,. Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

get my edgy teen angst going..even in my 40s

>> No.16034640

Now as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

>> No.16034659

>>16030745
first post based post

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Hope I am not intruding on your theme here, but the general writing thread is no help with this issue:
How do I write epic poetry?
Especially creation myths and so on.
I've been looking at some IRL epic poetry like the völuspà looking for patterns and trying decide on a type of rhyme to use.
Can anyone give pointers or recommend especially elegant epic poetry?

>> No.16034692

>>16034640
based

>> No.16034788

>>16030835
>>16030863

where is that book from, anon?

>> No.16034878

>>16034679
It's considered hard to write epic poetry these days because a traditional bard spoke with a degree of artistic authority which no longer exists. I think this problem is exaggerated though. You can get away with just about anything if you have the courage of your convictions.

Some epics in English you might take a look at:

>Paradise Lost (Milton)
Obviously. "Take a look at" here means "reads it".

>The Rape of the Lock (Pope), Don Juan (Byron)
Mock-epic. (These days everything is mock, and if you want to be daring and iconoclastic you should be sincere instead.)

>Endymion, Hyperion (Keats)
Keats's sound is too lush to work on an epic scale, I think, but these are worth a look anyway.

>Sordello (Browning)
Neither I nor anyone else thinks this is much good. I include it because Ezra Pound will beat me up if I don't.

>The Idylls of the King (Tennyson)
Decent blank verse. Some good moments but on the whole it doesn't add enough to the story we already have from Malory.

>The Cantos (Pound)
Some wonderful moments but spoiled by obscurity, repetition and forbidding range of references.

>In Parenthesis, Anathemata (David Jones)
Not well known, but very highly regarded many poets and critics. Anathemata is a bit like Pound's Cantos, from a Catholic perspective. (And suffers from the same problem - too many obscure references.)

>> No.16034934

>>16034878
That's terrific advice, thank you.
How well do you think such poetry carries over when translated? Völuspà loses many of its alliterations in most translations, which can be detracting from the flow of words since it is very focussed on sound rather than traditional English rhymes.

>> No.16035113

>>16030729

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

>> No.16035126

>My aim is to hit this miss

>> No.16035130

I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

>> No.16035282

>>16030729
>Snake Eater the Saint Waiter

What songs this from i can't find it. Its a great line

>> No.16035284

>>16030729
> Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’ hierarchies?

>> No.16035367

do I stay or do I go, and do I have to do just one? and can I choose again if I should lose the reason

>> No.16035507

>>16030729
I don't know if this is particularly original but I really like the way that Gaddis describes time passing in JR.

>the clock made another try at striking the hour, missed, waited, tried again unheard, again, until the alarm stung the silence into another sunless day.

>> No.16036183

"We serff a Lord, thir fische sall till him gang
Wallace ansurued said "Thou art in the wrang"."

>> No.16036684

And death shall have no dominion

>> No.16036726

Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.

>> No.16036728

I was handsome I was strong I knew the words of every song. Did my singing please you? "no the words you sang were wrong"

>> No.16036912

>>16030729
>Snake eater, the saint waiter

What books this from?