I've been studying....its interesting the ,I enjoy the rerading but I still prefer free-form poetry...it allows for improvisation. I would love to have heard the old poets sing their work...I don't like the metaphor's though,for me(and I disagree with Jones here) A tree is just a tree....you can place meaning on to it but then that is a signified(ref-Barthes,R; on sign and signified).but it remains a tree for all meaning attached... poetry is like that though and I do like it sometimes I think
'come on Shakespeare..Dickens or whoever just say what you mean... its probably why they are better spoken
Hope your studies are going well....
'I have been walking...hear I the wind sing through the streets and ways
I hear the land speak...the birds in their whistle risen from their nests and take flight to the sky,
Hear I cloud in its whisper sky-song,for it is spring and the birds delight in the wing ways...they sing the world a-new...
walking...I see the sun set autumn's last brown leaves
a-fire,all-gold against the the green..I smile as the joy rises from wakened ground... '
Mornin' Y'all....
I've been studying....its interesting the ,I enjoy the rerading but I still prefer free-form poetry...it allows for improvisation. I would love to have heard the old poets sing their work...I don't like the metaphor's though,for me(and I disagree with Jones here) A tree is just a tree....you can place meaning on to it but then that is a signified(ref-Barthes,R; on sign and signified).but it remains a tree for all meaning attached... poetry is like that though and I do like it sometimes I think
'come on Shakespeare..Dickens or whoever just say what you mean... its probably why they are better spoken
Hope your studies are going well....
'I have been walking...hear I the wind sing through the streets and ways
I hear the land speak...the birds in their whistle risen from their nests and take flight to the sky,
Hear I cloud in its whisper sky-song,for it is spring and the birds delight in the wing ways...they sing the world a-new...
walking...I see the sun set autumn's last brown leaves
a-fire,all-gold against the the green..I smile as the joy rises from wakened ground... '
Hope all are well
Ant.