I have decided the time has come to replicate this masterpiece! It shall have, like its predecessor, 317 sonnets, 29 canzoni, etc, etc.,
but more importantly! Although the over-arching theme is fixed, it must have various subthemes to make up chapters.
The first two poems have been written. It is certain that six poems must be in Japanese, one in German, and most worryingly, one in Czech. I will do my best with that one.
I shall update this with progress to keep myself working on it- I would appreciate useful feedback, although I am anxious about, say, publishing my poems here, or indeed anywhere until I have had the sole copy bound and disposed of to the person who won't read it all the way through.
A theme I wish to devote a number of poems to is the evils of exposing one's forehead, the allure of bangs, and the enchanting symmetry of hair that has had order thrust upon it.
:frusty:
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 16, 2011, 11:34:19 PM
The first two poems have been written. It is certain that six poems must be in Japanese, one in German, and most worryingly, one in Czech. I will do my best with that one.
Why Czech?
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 16, 2011, 11:34:19 PM
A theme I wish to devote an umber of poems to is the evils of exposing one's forehead, the allure of bangs, and the enchanting symmetry of hair that has had order thrust upon it.
:huh:
:lol:
...cats!
I'm suddenly reminded of the poet character in the short story "The Aleph".
Another has been done! The theme was selfless duty to the state & nation, and how it ultimately is the for the benefit of the so-called selfless patriot.
I grunt and groan
As I sit on my throne
As I sit and strain
Oh lordy, I'm in pain
Oh my god, it is blood
It flows like a flood
squee~!
A delightful sestet about the Tennessee Trot?
I regret it has no place in my delightful works.
However, it made me think of GIMME THE CHOCOLATE
and brought happiness to my day. Thank you kindly!
I shall now make tea :3
Lament of the Blueballs
Oh, the pain in my crotch!
Stop being a biotch!
Spread your legs my dear
I won't hurt you, have no fear
Or I can pound your sister in the ass
So stop giving me sass
:lol:
Stalled out horribly trying to hit a fourth poem, this one about maids and their allure.
Edit: fourth poem cranked out! Doggerel to make a certain someone smile, and it worked in the pride of place bangs must command in any hair of merit.
Squee. Mew.
I didn't like Xenosaga that much.
I saw Tales of Earthsea the other day. It was better.
Those are both pretty mediocre, man. I'm not even sure you could call Xenosaga mediocre. If you want space opera that's not where to go.
Where would one go if one were looking for a mediocre Japanimanese space opera?
This guy is the new Jaron. :lol:
I think Toward the Terra/ Terra E is perfect mediocre space opera. That's exactly what you'd want I figure.
If you want god-tier space opera, there is no better than Legend of Galactic Heroes.
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 18, 2011, 02:08:51 AM
I think Toward the Terra/ Terra E is perfect mediocre space opera. That's exactly what you'd want I figure.
If you want god-tier space opera, there is no better than Legend of Galactic Heroes.
I saw the 2 avaliable episodes of "TO".
The first one was above average. The second one had an stupid pacifist message that ruined it for me.
I think I'm starting to like digital animation more than traditional animation.
My problem with anime in general is the perenial 17 year old angry male that somehow always gets to be the main character.
Character development is nonexistant, and anime never fails to follow their own cliches.
I mean, in anime the sky is the limit. You don't have to pay for extras, or expensive special effects.
They are limited only by their imagination.
And time and again, they fail to do something original and outside their sub-genres.
And that pacifist thing really kills it for me. No to mention how many despit the military in a way the military is definitively not.
Just one tip: The military decission making process does not include getting angry. Cool and quiet professionals, my friend.
I just found around the corner from my new apt - a tea shop.
So watch LOGH, siege. I think it has two teenage characters in a cast of over a hundred, and neither are major characters.
It treats the military with respect as well. In fact, the vast majority of the cast are sensible military men who ponder their obligations to the state.
The Ballad of Buckeye Football
Ohio State is in quite a pickle
The new coach is Luke Fickell
The Defense has some pluck
The Offense just plain sucks
:lol:
Roses are red
violets are blue
Lettow can't get it up
unless it's over Yu-Gi-Oh
I have finished another sonnet, this one an allusion to the Once and Future King.
Quote from: Ed Anger on September 18, 2011, 03:05:14 PM
The Ballad of Buckeye Football
Ohio State is in quite a pickle
The new coach is Luke Fickell
The Defense has some pluck
The Offense just plain sucks
:lol:
Why did you remove your poems Lettow?
G.
Um, I thought better of sharing any with Languish. The scornful reaction was part of it, but also, I want to keep anyone from seeing it until I self-publish.
At that point, i'll delete the versions on my computer, and send the only written copy to a person I know will throw it away rather than read it. It's a sort of gesture.
It burns when I pee
It burns when I pee
I cannot squee
Oh my god, it is another stone
I think I'm gonna groan
There is some blood
I passed out with a thud
ara ara, anger-kun!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0W8fBsLYHcE
Wyoming Football
(response to angerbutt)
Sure, Wyoming is 3 and 0
But the defense has a long way to go.
They should practice harder a bit
And stamp on anime retard's shit.
:lol: :lol:
We should strip Sav of his Poet Laureate title and award it to Ed
L.
Get off my Lawn
I do love my new Glock
I now own this block
You punk kids better get off my lawn
Or you'll never see the next dawn
Boner's poetry is progressing in quality much like the Dune series.
I'm the John Norman of poetry.
Quote from: Grallon on September 18, 2011, 07:00:57 PM
Why did you remove your poems Lettow?
What's with the pic of a 13 year old Justin Timberlake, g?
Languish! I am intoxicated and a poem is not forthcoming this evening! Our first real roadblock!
I am in despair. I wish for the maiden's hand, but I have no means of effecting this.
My fortune to anyone who can deliver me the maiden, pure as the driven snow!
Edit: no no, disregard that statement; it is merely that the defiled world's temptations were getting me overly down
I must, after all, attain the pure land. I shall sleep shortly; the poem can wait.
After a tumultuous evening, I went to bed more or less directly after last night's post. I slept from before 11 to past two, and when I woke up, I had no trouble at all producing two poems.
I wanted to go straight back to sleep, but my roommate thought this madness, and began singing to me.
It seems I must memorize the potter musical.
Ed's Day
I'm so sad
Today was bad
I had to puke
I hope it is a fluke
I think I need to poop
I need to regroup
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Translate this shit into Czech
And it might rhyme.
Yes.
Wrote a poem about the contrast between idealized memory of someone I haven't seen in years with the reality, and the danger of rose-coloured dreams gradually supplanting the conflict-laden reality in our recollection of people.
I could not come up with another poem after that, so this is a downward trend in terms of my recent level of productivity, but I am still on schedule to be done on time.
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 22, 2011, 06:15:03 PM
Wrote a poem about the contrast between idealized memory of someone I haven't seen in years with the reality, and the danger of rose-coloured dreams gradually supplanting the conflict-laden reality in our recollection of people.
Roses are red,
Lilies live on water,
Damn, Girl
You used to be hotter.
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 22, 2011, 06:15:03 PM
Wrote a poem about the contrast between idealized memory of someone I haven't seen in years with the reality, and the danger of rose-coloured dreams gradually supplanting the conflict-laden reality in our recollection of people.
I could not come up with another poem after that, so this is a downward trend in terms of my recent level of productivity, but I am still on schedule to be done on time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uN0SAaHNmjM
Quote from: garbon on September 22, 2011, 10:09:11 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uN0SAaHNmjM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMcaQFAvnsY
What? No, I thought we were trading songs we liked.
SUPPORT LOCAL HIP-HOP
Edit: "...we eat so many shrimps..I got iodine poisonin' "
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 22, 2011, 10:36:24 PM
What? No, I thought we were trading songs we liked.
SUPPORT LOCAL HIP-HOP
Edit: "...we eat so many shrimps..I got iodine poisonin' "
:rolleyes:
How reminiscent of the white kid at my work who was talking about people who are "full-on black." He was beat down after the 3 other black people and I in my department took him to task.
You seem raciss, garbon. It's important to appreciate memphis's beautiful warrior culture.
That song gave me a headache.
Quote from: garbon on September 22, 2011, 10:42:37 PM
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 22, 2011, 10:36:24 PM
What? No, I thought we were trading songs we liked.
SUPPORT LOCAL HIP-HOP
Edit: "...we eat so many shrimps..I got iodine poisonin' "
:rolleyes:
How reminiscent of the white kid at my work who was talking about people who are "full-on black." He was beat down after the 3 other black people and I in my department took him to task.
He was beat down?
Do describe.
Quote from: Zoupa on September 23, 2011, 12:17:26 AM
He was beat down?
Do describe.
We beat him down every day. -_-
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on September 22, 2011, 09:52:57 PM
Quote from: Lettow77 on September 22, 2011, 06:15:03 PM
Wrote a poem about the contrast between idealized memory of someone I haven't seen in years with the reality, and the danger of rose-coloured dreams gradually supplanting the conflict-laden reality in our recollection of people.
Roses are red,
Lilies live on water,
Damn, Girl
You used to be hotter.
Nearly had my life ruined by a girl back in 95. Thought it was the end of the world. She wound up divorced with a kid and a hundred extra pounds ten years later. Now she just married a fat guy who could pay the rent.
I win.
Quote from: garbon on September 23, 2011, 02:33:21 AM
Quote from: Zoupa on September 23, 2011, 12:17:26 AM
He was beat down?
Do describe.
We beat him down every day. -_-
Watch out for the day he comes back to work with an AK.
Quote from: MadImmortalMan on September 23, 2011, 02:44:46 AM
I win.
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Failed to get a poem out in the time I allotted myself for it! I declined my roommate's invitation to go eat, and instead subjected myself to the cold austerity for fifteen minutes. I will eat when I have a sonnet done.
Nice. Thanks for sharing. :)
My favorite:
QuoteThe gallant knight Sir Pellinore
made the Questing Beast his life's mission
hazarding penury and perdition,
he pursued, hinter and fore,
that Beast he'd grown to adore
His pursuit, an established tradition,
fell short of acquisition-
a pursuit, and nothing more.
Pellinore pursues Questing Beast-
The venture is its own imperative
A duty, but one with no regrets
Sir Pellinore, at the very least,
Is resigned to his role in this narrative
And relishes sifting through her fewmets.
I looked. :bleeding:
Ode to Herpes Monkey
You were a delightful chimp
Until the deputy shot you and you got a limp
Then I passed out.
Quote from: Lettow77 on October 19, 2011, 08:31:11 PM
that such simple servant's attire
gradually strayed from something staid
doubtlessly denotes it has decayed
I dispute this. Sexual encounters between male bourgeois adolescents, as well their fathers who employed the maids, is a cliche of the Nineteenth Century, and recognized as such by contemporaries.
Oh, that's quite true. The modern idea springs from somewhere after all. But the outfits were a far cry from what you'd find on a halloween rack today.
Morning at languish brings more verse
with rantings out of Tennessee
Why can't the boy be more terse?
Mewing through his sea of squee
Nathan! A hot dog with relish
Not a mounted Johnny Reb
Tell truth to the nebbish
he is not partician, but pleb
Release us from Japanimation
Such Timmayist cant - I shall not lie
are vectors of Abomination
And you are no samurai
The South it will not rise again
There will be no new rebel dawn
This thread I give 4 out of 10
Time to get off Ed Anger's lawn
Poetry battle. :cool: Now this is more entertaining. Lettow, take inspiration from 8 Mile and use your deficiencies against him.
Everybody in the 212, raise ur champagne(tm) glass and sip with the jew
Quote from: The Minsky Moment on October 24, 2011, 10:31:02 AM
Everybody in the 212, raise ur champagne(tm) glass and sip with the jew
Can I sip my Korbel champagne?
For Lettow:
Let's Go Burn Ole Nashville Down (http://www.belfast.ru/sound/nashville.mp3) in Russian. ;)
QuoteХОРОШО БЫ НЭШВИЛЛ СЖЕЧЬ
Хорошо бы Нэшвилл сжечь,
Весь до тла спалить
За попытку музыку
Сельскую убить.
Тлей-тлей веселей
Нэшвилл, Теннесси.
Тлей-тлей веселей -
Пощады не проси!
Дуайет Йокэм и Гарт Брукс
Ангельски поют,
Но в любой момент за хит
Душу продадут.
Жечь-жечь, Нэшвилл сжечь
Весь спалить до тла!
Жечь-жечь, Нэшвилл сжечь
Как рассадник зла!
Если стетсон нацепить
И жевать табак -
Под ковбоя закосить
Сможет и мудак.
Эй, давай, гори-пылай
Подпалим твой зад!
Эй, давай, гори-пылай
Сраный маскарад!
Хорошо бы Нэшвиль сжечь,
Весь до тла спалить
За попытку музыку
Сельскую убить.
Веселей гори костер,
Громче боли крик!
Веселей гори в огне
Нэшвилл-еретик!
Quote from: Lettow77 on October 24, 2011, 04:11:09 PM
Hrm. Naturally I can't afford to get sidetracked in a poetry battle, especially one in which my opposition does us both the disgrace of such a simple poetic scheme.
I can't be bothered with anything less than a proper sonnet, which gets back to my main concern: every day I don't produce a sonnet, there are ramifications, and I can't waste my creative output on anything else. Moreover, a sonnet aimed at languish would not meet the constraints of the project and merit inclusion in the 366 rime.
That said, I did produce this with languish partially in mind.
Quote from: A Tale of Two Shittings
Disgusting, distended defecation
goes into the world with grunts and groans
Its harried host shudders and moans
upon a seat lined with perspiration
and his roommates' remnant urination
A stinging strain like passing stones
amidst anguished cries in tortured tones
and clenching, cringing consternation
Whereas, a dainty dollop drops down
while waves of warmth wonderfully wend their way
through those whose feces is so favoured
to be the jewel of the colon's crown
the peaceful pinnacle of the pooper's day
simple, tranquil times to be savoured
Careful. My "Greatest Shits" thread was killed by the Crown and I was almost gaoled.
Almost. :(
I thought he was supposed to be Ed? :hmm:
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on November 01, 2011, 07:05:02 PM
I thought he was supposed to be Ed? :hmm:
This ed guy is putting waaaaaaaaaaay too much work into a troll then.
I dunno, most of these poems look like they were whipped up in a minute or two.
Poetry was always Ed's achilles heel in English classes.
I'll go ahead and respond to the troll Wiggin- why don't you make a sonnet your own self? a minute or two, indeed.
I composed enough doggerel in high school, don't feel the need to do so anymore.
Who cares about your feelings?
So Lettuce, what do you plan on doing with your life once you graduate from college? Professional defecation poet? :)
It's all very murky. Life doesn't have any of the assured structure it used to. Law/professor/state dept?/teach english on the moon.
One of these. At the time, I was proud of the defecation poem. Perhaps it was too obscene- I won't venture into such territory again.
I think you would probably be a good social studies teacher. :cool:
I actually, enjoy poetry. Good Poetry. Sorry, Lettow but you seem to be channeling McGonagall.
I was thinking that Romantic Poetry would be the best fit for a Southern Nationalist, but I honestly can't think of a great Southern Romantic. The great American Romantics are Northerners.
Please be a teacher. Please.
I had to look up McGonagall- whose poetry is uh, something.
For Southern Nationalists, the go-to figures to admire and emulate would assuredly be Timrod or Ryan.
I resist the claim that my sonnets are horrible though- I may be pretty weak in metaphor, but I don't attempt it, for this reason. Things scan just fine- I see to that much. I take your claim more seriously than others because it is evident they have no appreciation for sonnets in the first place. I happen to think my sonnets are just fine, and getting better. I do recognize that some are better than others.
If languish is so ill-disposed to it, however, I will continue publishing my poems privately, until such time as all 366 are done. It was the original intent to ensure the book of poems could be given to its recipient and have the poems found nowhere else, so it is a logical course in any event. I just thought someone should enjoy it- after the effort that goes into construction, there is a desire to share it.
I regret posting in this thread without a sonnet to show, but i've come down with the megrims, and have not been able to produce anything after several days of rather busy schoolwork and a pervasive malaise only interrupted briefly by the shining light of ponies. The Dashing Young Prince languishes in Ohio, and I am sleeping more than is normal while getting not much beyond academic assignment accomplished.
Edit: On a matter less relating to languish's reaction but more my own output, I regret I cannot be relied upon to make one a day. It is hard to predict how humours will take me, and I need more discipline. I am plagued by notions as to the point of the project, despair at its length, & etc. Still, I wish rather greatly to get it done, so I will continue to do my best, even if the deadline for its release is continuously deferred.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day (non-rhetorical)?
um, if it pleases you?
It does.
Quote from: Razgovory on November 11, 2011, 09:27:02 AM
I was thinking that Romantic Poetry would be the best fit for a Southern Nationalist, but I honestly can't think of a great Southern Romantic. The great American Romantics are Northerners.
I think Southern Gothic has a fair amount of Romanticism in it.
That's prose.
Which is superior to poetry in just about every way.
Harder to remember. Still we are talking about poetry, not prose.