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mattiasc02 said: Oh yeahhh... well I guess you have to sound beautiful to write what you would call good poetry. Maybe I might think your poems are good :( :(
Great poetry is not necessarily about sounding beautiful. It’s about reflecting the poet’s artistic intent.
The two poets I mentioned beforehand, Ginsberg and Burroughs, were considered terrible and amateurish by the standards of the poetry elite. To give you an example, look at this excerpt from Ginsberg’s “Howl”:
“What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
“Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
“Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
“Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
“Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!”
Would you consider this to be beautiful? I’d wager the majority of people wouldn’t, and neither would I. (Not in the traditional sense, anyway).
However, I consider “Howl” to be one of the greatest modern poems ever. Why? Because of the sheer power and the relentlessness of Ginberg’s attack on exploitation, repression and subjugation. It’s not meant to be elegant – it’s a call to arms.
That's the poet's intent.
mattiasc02 said: Obsessed with glory But not with the demand Too scared to go far To peel open a scab
Idk. I wrote this poem one day. I think it's cute :3. IS IT GOOD? I desperately am curious if you approve *nods head like a cute kitten*
Actually, I like it. And, no, I’m not being condescending.
Esutēto
3 months agoThe two poets I mentioned beforehand, Ginsberg and Burroughs, were considered terrible and amateurish by the standards of the poetry elite. To give you an example, look at this excerpt from Ginsberg’s “Howl”:
“What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
“Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
“Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
“Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
“Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!”
Would you consider this to be beautiful? I’d wager the majority of people wouldn’t, and neither would I. (Not in the traditional sense, anyway).
However, I consider “Howl” to be one of the greatest modern poems ever. Why? Because of the sheer power and the relentlessness of Ginberg’s attack on exploitation, repression and subjugation. It’s not meant to be elegant – it’s a call to arms.
That's the poet's intent.
Actually, I like it. And, no, I’m not being condescending.