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Why is modern poetry so bad now?

>> No.18058206

>>18058203
because you're not writing it

>> No.18058372

Not enough rhyming

>> No.18058384

>>18058203
This one's pretty good actually. 9th place finish seems right

>> No.18058418

>>18058203
Within me roaring Sea and Sky
The way my heart asks why;
Feels -- when you are near
There are some things, here,
In this world,
Too beautiful:

To Be
--Destroyed

Is this better? Tried preserving what she wrote so no idea what sea and sky are supposed to mean, besides endlessness and greatness and expanse and stuff

t. non-native

>> No.18058423

>>18058418 *

With Understanding
(--Anything)

>> No.18058441

>>18058203
"everyone is an artist" mindset and social media allowing mediocre/awful poets to grow an audience of people not interested in poetry but consuming somethig quick and easy to digest

>> No.18058446

>>18058418
Loads better. The poem itself is bad, but only because of the content, something you couldn't help.

>> No.18058450
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18058450

>>18058203


«MODERN» IS NOT A SYNONYM OF: «CONTEMPORARY».

>> No.18058458

>>18058203
bretty gud
poast moar deasu

>> No.18058473

>>18058203
Is it modern poetry in general or just contemporary American poetry? Free Verse is probably the most difficult form of poetry to do well and it's the most common form used in America.

>> No.18058487

>>18058203
It's written by women, instead of men trying to insult each other. Just write some vague shit about something you only kind of understand, then cover it in "feels"

Inch by inch,
we crawl along
a path
made by hands and will.

Inch by inch,
you remind me still
of a cloudy sunrise;
effervescent and brisk.

Inch by inch
you count my cock
as it slams your mom,
and I become your dad.

Foot by foot,
I count the headstones
of my enemies;
omae wa mou shindeiru

>> No.18058492

No one wants to study the old white masters of poetry anymore. All they do is go to these infested universities and dream of doing woke slam poetry that gets a million Tiktok likes

>> No.18058511

>>18058446
Thanks anon. I'd actually like it to just end in to be. Have being itself be less beautiful than imagination and that idealized love. Though of course the whole content leading to that to be is not at all poetic.
I feel a lot of free verse is just taking things from the world and putting it into verse without much thought. I used to make that mistake myself.

>> No.18058521

Is it bad because poetry stopped being culturally relevant, or did poetry become irrelevant because it is so terrible?

>> No.18058526

>>18058203
lack of transcendence

>> No.18058652

>>18058450
It is actually

>> No.18058677

>>18058203
There are some great living poets. It's you who don't know them.

In America it seems to me there are very few, but you can look up Dana Gioia, and Charles Simic. Recently dead ones include Richard Wilbur, John Ashbery, Mark Strand, John Hollander.
Dana Gioia has an YouTube channel where he talks about poetry.

>> No.18058693

>>18058203
Hear me out. Rupi Kaur is a witch using hypnosis.

Example:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnSiOE8FjdY
>symbolism in her attire
>asks for the crowd to feed her energy
>sways back and forth while speaking
>"i want to apologize to all the women, i have called beautiful before i’ve called them intelligent or brave" is basically a mantra for the people she entrances
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1U8ITgcitQ more symbolism
>her fucking nose

She's a witch who hypnotized some rich publisher dude who was into femdom and is now her slave.

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>>18058693

>> No.18058735

>>18058652


ACTUALLY, NO.

>> No.18058759

>>18058677
Also, in Britain, Don Paterson and Simon Armitage are good.

There is no living Yeats, no living Eliot as far as I know. Some say Adunis is a truly great poet, but I cannot read him in the original.
Geoffrey Hill and Seamus Heaney were great poets, but they died recently. Probably the last two great poets of the English language.
I am not perfectly acquainted with it, but it seems to me that the current generations are, at best, quite good, but never great. We might have to wait a few decades until a new great poet appears, and even then chances are that he will not be recognized as such by most people, and might even be rejected by academia, given how constrained and self-absorbed academia has become (no great poet can be constrained and self-absorbed, no great poet can reduce himself to a tenure-seeking, prize-seeking machine).

When was the last time a poetry book caused a mild commotion in intellectual life, a feeling of "I have to buy that book" similar to that which is regularly caused whenever Micheal Houellebecq publishes a new novel? Pound's Cantos, maybe? Ginsberg's Howl?
I don't know. The only such mild commotion that happened in my lifetime was when Dylan won the Nobel, and he's not a particularly great poet. That was the only time in my life in which poetry became a topic of public discussion.

>> No.18058775

>>18058203
Here is a modern poem I wrote today about a dream I had

When I find myself in a deep corpus
Sleep, I find myself kissing deadly orcas
tenderly

The porpoise of this vision, I think I shall never know
the amorphous prison, to follow where it may go

When I find myself in ruckity cabins
adrift, I find myself in company with blacken
White fish

They approach the hazel bord, gauche giggling gay
Hypnotizing naval word, alluring me their way

When I find myself kissing killers on the remote
winter sea, I find myself with a salt stained throat
bittersweet

>> No.18058798

>>18058775
hahahahahahahahaha

>> No.18058804

>>18058384
shut up, you know it is a piece of shit

>> No.18058805

>>18058701
You were the pale child-belly
I was a moon-curved dirk,
snaking lazy
up the
false-silver thigh, to the thumping,
thumping, bird-cage chest, zippering
open,
opened,
FREE!
And into the hands of grief!

>> No.18058809

There was a lad named James
Who thought he'd get all the dames
He shot for her heart
But let out a fart
It's that damn Taco Bell that's to blame

>> No.18058812

>>18058418
My attempt-

Crash of wave and din of Aether,
Scarce equal the turbulance of my soul,
When you to me are as if tethered
To my body longing for to be whole.
Beauty so unequal and raw
Would be obliterdated if you saw

>> No.18058856

>>18058798
Lmao why are you laughing?

>> No.18058869

>>18058203
They don't understand form, meter, nor pathos, and they're unlyrical. At least the early postmodernists understood these concepts and subverted conventions from a solid foundation of past knowledge as their launching pad; contemporary "poets" are just drifting in an isolated and indolent space of half-baked solipsism.

>> No.18058981

>>18058450
What is the difference between the two words, then?

>> No.18059032

I hate niggers,
Yes I do,
I hate niggers,
How about you?

>> No.18059201

>>18058735
lol look at this try hard faggot

>> No.18059209

>>18059032
I hate niggers
And that makes two
Now let’s hate niggers
Just me and you ;)

>> No.18059214

>>18058203
It’s modern, for moderns, and not immutable timeless eternity

>> No.18059222

>>18058418
My humble attempt:

There once was a sea and sky in Nantucket.
My heart asked why from its bucket.
My feels were dear,
There are some things here,
To beautiful to be destroyed, but I said "fuck it".

>> No.18059303

>>18058203
Cause it's primarily women who write it, publish it, and review it.

>> No.18059444

>>18059222
nice and original. but it doesn't flow as nice as it could. free form is okay but I wouldn't build it like this with such a format if you wanted the lines to stand independently, e.g. having no uniform tempo.

It feels like I have this sky above the scene and a sea surrounding it, some items and the name Nantucket, which is very strong, but nothing supports its strength - but for the fuck it. It's a jump from one to the other. This might be intended but doesn't flow either way or has no function. If you wanted it that way, I'd give the verses more punch. And overall more content to the scene in any case.

>>18058812
turbulent, tumultuos. great, butter. Was obliterdated a typo or on purpose? I like it (the poem and neologism) either way.

>> No.18059467

>>18058203
Modern poetry
is trash
masquerading
as
compost, trying to
grow a
W
E
E
D