Explain poetry

[Anonymous No.17857091]

I really don't get it. Ok, it's supposed to make you feel something and there is some hidden meaning or whatever. But I don't feel anything. It's like try-hard prose with fewer words. Am I just autistic?

[Anonymous No.17857107]

explain that webm

[Anonymous No.17857108]

Yeah you're probably emotionally stunted/ESL/just plain stupid.

[Anonymous No.17857114]

>>17857107
It's something you'll never experience

[Anonymous No.17857121]

>>17857114
i sleep just fine every night thanks

[Anonymous No.17857122]

>>17857091
smfh

I need a gf bros.

[Anonymous No.17857126]

>>17857091
frog on the log
sitting in the bog
In fog and smog
polishing a cog

[Anonymous No.17857133]

>>17857122
The terms are clear.
Not even a kind word may be spoken to the child.

[Anonymous No.17857289]

>>17857091
Do you not realize it has rhythm, wordplay, alliterations? You might actually be autistic.

[Anonymous No.17857327]

>>17857289
>Do you not realize it has rhythm, wordplay, alliterations?
I do. So what? They're just extra gimmicks

[Anonymous No.17857344]

>>17857091
poetry gives you ineffable feelings, somehow creates or unlocks associations in an instant wth a very careful and precise and brief collection of words.

[Anonymous No.17857354]

>>17857091
Read The Tyger.

[Anonymous No.17857364]

>>17857327
Incredibly based

[Anonymous No.17857367]

>>17857122
That's a man

[Anynomous No.17857369]

>with fewer words
This is exactly the point of poetry. The art is in squeezing lots of meaning into the fewest words possible.

"Juliet is hot."
This means she's pretty, physically attractive, the speaker wants to fuck Juliet... Not much meaning there.

"Juliet is the sun."
This means Juliet is an illuminating source of life for the speaker. Beauty, grace, importance to the speaker's life are all implied. There is much more meaning here than in the first example.

[Anonymous No.17857372]

>>17857354
This except read the REAL Tiger

[Anonymous No.17857377]

Read pic related and stop making shitty tourist threads

[Anonymous No.17857378]

>>17857369
I think that example is pretty bad as it is a cliche (dry, unevocative)

[Anonymous No.17857381]

>>17857369
>This means Juliet is an illuminating source of life for the speaker. Beauty, grace, importance to the speaker's life are all implied.
Man you're so full of shit it's incredible. Is this your brain on high school literary critique?

[Anonymous No.17857382]

>>17857369
Terrible post

[Anonymous No.17857385]

he was the sun
and she was the moon

[Anonymous No.17857386]

>>17857369
"Juliet is the sun" sounds gay and cringe, it might have been interesting 500 years ago but we've moved past poetry now.

[Anonymous No.17857389]

>>17857385
Just like in my pornos :)

[Anonymous No.17857390]

>>17857386
500 years ago poetry was better retard

[Anonymous No.17857398]

>>17857386
would've been bad in antiquity, let alone 500 years ago

[Anonymous No.17857414]

>>17857386
>>17857398
Poetry doesn't evolve like that idiots, what was good in antiquity was good 500 years ago and is good today still. You should all kill yourselves

[Anonymous No.17857421]

>>17857414
>telling someone to commit su*cide on a blue board
neck yourself, retard

[Anonymous No.17857478]

Rate my poem /lit/

The black male
Hit her over the head
BONK!
A new Negro is born.

The Ghetto Undulates.

[Anonymous No.17857607]

>>17857091
>experiential NFT
Read haikus, the ones that strike you, you’ll have the sense of it

[Anonymous No.17857623]

>>17857478

Has a nice Sean Price feel to it.

[Anonymous No.17857628]

>>17857369

Based.

[Anonymous No.17857630]

>>17857607
>experiential NFT
?

[Anonymous No.17857721]

>>17857091
Try Swinburne on for size - I typically think he will see if you have a poetic bone:
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eve-of-revolution/

[Anonymous No.17857776]

>>17857122
It never gets any easier, you just get more bitter and psychotic.

[Anonymous No.17857809]

>>17857289
Like rap music

[Anonymous No.17857833]

>>17857809
Rap is poetry by definition, but it's bad poetry most of the time.

[Anonymous No.17857838]

learn French and read this or read translations of Bachelard's books, they're great to understand what's great about poetry

[Anonymous No.17858747]

>>17857385
he was a punk
she did ballet

[Anonymous No.17858763]

>>17857386
>>17857382
>>17857381
>>17857378
you dumb autists he purposely said a stupid cliche example so OP could grasp the concept

[Anonymous No.17858841]

>>17857091

Poetry is a feeling.
You might be more easily touched in a way from a certain poem.
You might also not like poems at all and you might have other emotional reactions from other forms of writing.
You might also only have emotional reactions for non literary productions.
That is also a form of poetry.

[Anonymous No.17859926]

>>17857372
unironically based

[Anonymous No.17859942]

>>17857091
>try-hard prose
>with fewer words
this might be one of the dumbest things i've seen written here

[Anonymous No.17859953]

>>17857091

Someone please explain to me how you can stand sleeping in the same bed with another person
Normies sure seem to like it but it is in fact miserable and clearly a downgrade from having your own bed I don't care how lonely and pathetic you are this is the truth

[Anonymous No.17859957]

>>17857091
>sleeping with her bra on
nothing could be less poetic

[Anonymous No.17859995]

>>17859942
Not as dumb as poetry tbqh.

[Anonymous No.17860034]

>>17857091
OH

[Anonymous No.17860595]

>>17857121

[Anonymous No.17861319]

>>17857091
Compare poetry to random youtube comments or something.

Or you're reading poetry you are not into.

[Anonymous No.17861335]

>>17858841
>might have other emotional reactions from other forms of writing
I don't.
>You might also only have emotional reactions for non literary productions
Nope.
What are you, a woman?

[Anonymous No.17861345]

>>17861335
Okay you dont ljke art at all and have symptoms of sociopathy. Case-closed.

[Anonymous No.17861548]

Read this poem, OP. What's it saying to you? Read it in your head, think about it, then read it aloud, softly. What's it saying to you?

[Anonymous No.17861605]

>>17861548
Some faggot is trying to use special words to indicate just how special and smart and interesting he is
Absolute hogwash and a waste of time

[Anonymous No.17861613]

>>17861605
I don't think you've read it. I'm a teacher and I honestly don't mind talking to you about it. Give it a chance, really give it a chance, and read it, and think.

[Anonymous No.17861646]

>>17861613
Not him, but it's not saying anything to me. It appears to be explaining to a woman that his love for her is waning. I don't feel anything.

[Anonymous No.17861665]

>>17861548
I'm not a native English speaker so I'm probably making a fool of myself here, but is he talking about a woman loving her man to the full because she knows he'll die one day?
Not OP BTW.

[Anonymous No.17861681]

>>17861646
It's the opposite. It's about the gratitude of an aging, or sick, or dying man for one who loves him, even as he ails.

The first four lines he compares himself to the time of year where very few yellow leave still cling to branches, bereft of the birds that sang there in the Summer. He is in the autumn of his life, the twilight after the sun has set but before night, but is slowly being taken by night; he's the embers of a fire, consumed by the things that nourished him.

This, he says, the person who loves him sees, which makes their love mean so much more, because they are loving something dearly which they must leave before long.

I dealt with chronic illness a few years back, and the sonnet has a special place in my heart because it so beautifully captured the sentiment of what I felt then. It's human love even when that love is hopeless. It's a reason why Shakespeare is so great. Try and read it again, with that in mind. Imagine you are aging, or dying, or changing, and telling it to someone you know loves you in spite of everything.

[Anonymous No.17861690]

>>17857372
Nietzsche would’ve been proud

[Anonymous No.17861717]

>>17857369
What if instead of hot the same notion would be fulfilled by the term sun, and hot would now be an unorthodox term to be used to describe this notion. You’re jerking off gimmicky, high, noble etc. language op rightly critiques.
The point of poetry is not to say smth differently to be unique, original, but to say more in less words, expand on the notion, build language and so on.

Maybe the example is just bad because sun and hot have very different notions. Being someone’s sun has way more weight than just being hot. You circle around a sun, you might be born from
It as a planet, you exist because of the sun, she’s your everything and extremely powerful, crushing, massive, beyond burning, all illuminating, radiating.

Hot is far weaker in that regard, it’s just heat, one relation, and it is already a poetic word, being a metaphor for attracting. It being used often or colloquial doesn’t male it less of a metaphor. I am burning for her or she might burn me. You could make a poem out of this. Other characteristics having to do with fairness eg attractiveness would be better examples to show this.

As OP I would feel correct in my critique of poetry and disregard of it reading this comparison, anon.

[Anonymous No.17861730]

>>17861548
>>17861613
>>17861681
Cheers anon. You are trying to educate people but they don't want to hear you. You re one of the few people in here that elevate this place into something more than just a north korean flamingo dance forum

[Anonymous No.17861768]

>>17857091
>woman isn't sleeping with a different guy every night
unrealistic tbqh

>>17857369
reddit-tier post

[Anonymous No.17861776]

>>17861730
I just love it and I love talking about it. And I'm convinced the people who don't love it haven't given it a chance.

Take pornography. I teach mainly 16-18 year old and a lot of the young men I deal with can't really appreciate sonnet 73 in the way I do because they haven't struggled with illness like I have and they can't fathom aging. But so many of them are exposed to pornography and I know from a few I've mentored that it's a source of shame to them, but they can't articulate that. So I make a point of including Sonnet 129 (pic related) in my lessons. They'll laugh it off, but their analysis of that sonnet is usually a lot more insightful than their analysis of 73. Many of them are blown away that Shakespeare could have struggled with the destructive nature of lust in the same way they do. Of course, most schoolchildren nowadays scorn any display of genuine emotional feeling, so they might articulate it as 'so Shakespeare also thought with his dick?', but I can see, I can SEE in their eyes, and in the way the more capable students talk to me after lessons, and in essays and assignments, that it remains with them. And like all poems, they get to keep it, get to remember it, get to furnish their minds with beauty. They better understand themselves and know they're not alone, because they're human, and to feel these things is human. That they're okay.

[Anonymous No.17861786]

>>17857385
You take the moon
And you take the sun

[Anonymous No.17861814]

>>17857091
Poetry is essentially painting/sculpting/composing, except with the meanings, sounds, and even shapes of words.

You could say that painting is just "colors" and "shapes" and that "a two-dimensional assortment of shapes and colors doesn't make me feel anything", but a painting is more than just colors and shapes - those shapes and colors combine and pattern to form a meaning that is greater than just the sum of its parts. What is basically just beige and brown and green swirls becomes, altogether, an image of two lovers embraced in a forest. This can have basic, gutteral meaning to an individual, or it could even be a reference to a certain human couple in nature who did a thing that someone wrote a very important book about a long time ago.

Instead of colors, shapes, textures, or tones, the poet creates their art with words. This is why every language has its own poetry, why foreign poetry loses almost EVERYTHING in translation, and why foreigners are often very poor at poetry when attempting it in their non-native tongue.

[Anonymous No.17861833]

At what age is the passion for a story, for almost any kind of story, merely as a story, the most intense? In childhood. But that also is the age at which poetry, even of the simplest description, is least relished and least understood; because the feelings with which it is especially conversant are yet undeveloped, and, not having been even in the slightest degree experienced, cannot be sympathized with. In what stage of the progress of society, again, is story-telling most valued, and the story-teller in greatest request and honor? In a rude state like that of the Tartars and Arabs at this day, and of almost all nations in the earliest ages. But, in this state of society, there is little poetry except ballads, which are mostly narrative,---that is, essentially stories,---and derive their principal interest from the incidents. Considered as poetry, they are of the lowest and most elementary kind: the feelings depicted, or rather indicated, are the simplest our nature has; such joys and griefs as the immediate pressure of some outward event excites in rude minds, which live wholly immersed in outward things, and have never, either from choice or a force they could not resist, turned themselves to the contemplation of the world within. Passing now from childhood, and from the childhood of society, to the grown-up men and women of this most grown-up and unchild-like age, the minds and hearts of greatest depth and elevation are commonly those which take greatest delight in poetry: the shallowest and emptiest, on the contrary, are, at all events, not those least addicted to novel-reading. This accords, too, with all analogous experience of human nature. The sort of persons whom not merely in books, but in their lives, we find perpetually engaged in hunting for excitement from without, are invariably those who do not possess, either in the vigor of their intellectual powers or in the depth of their sensibilities, that which would enable them to find ample excitement, nearer home. The most idle and frivolous persons take a natural delight in fictitious narrative: the excitement it affords, is of the kind which comes from without. Such persons are rarely lovers of poetry, though they may fancy themselves so because they relish novels in verse. But poetry, which is the delineation of the deeper and more secret workings of human emotion, is interesting only to those to whom it recalls what they have felt, or whose imagination it stirs up to conceive what they could feel, or what they might have been able to feel, had their outward circumstances been different.

https://www.laits.utexas.edu/poltheory/jsmill/diss-disc/poetry/poetry.s01.html

[Anonymous No.17861835]

>>17857091
You're either autistic, stupid or uncultured.

[Anonymous No.17861843]

>>17857369
holy BASED

[Anonymous No.17861849]

>>17857327
>gimmick
zoomer detected. kys asap.

[Anonymous No.17861889]

>>17861776
>a lot of the young men I deal with can't really appreciate sonnet 73 in the way I do because they haven't struggled with illness like I have and they can't fathom aging
Pretty much my experience. It's as if pain and experience makes you experience life (and by extension poetry) with a deeper understanding

[Anonymous No.17862164]

>>17861548
>>17861681
>>17861776
Just want to say I appreciate this.

[Anonymous No.17862250]

>>17858763
This, he was demonstrating. What a bunch of retards.

[Anonymous No.17862308]

>>17861776
>>17861548
>>17861681

Thank you, I really appreciate this.

[Anonymous No.17862486]

>>17861889
You know how millenials and zoomers like to joke about boomerisms like the line "hardship builds character" delivered when someone is suffering?
Well it turns out hardship actually fucking does build character.
Coddled whelps who were protected from any hardships grow into selfish, entitled, child-like adults who lack empathy, confidence, or any sense of respectfulness or respectability.
When life has always been beautiful for you, you never learn to appreciate the beauty of it. You need to face the ugliness and pain, and overcome it, to truly feel like you're worth something and life is worth living.
Bob Ross was a drill instructor in the army during the Vietnam war. After finally leaving all that nasty business behind him (he never liked it, apparently), even the simple act of painting little clouds and trees could fill his heart with joy.
Entomologists did an experiment once. They noticed how hard a freshly-formed butterfly has to struggle to break free from its cocoon. Have you seen how thick a cocoon is, and how spindly/weak a butterfly is? They tried to see what would happen if they helped, by slightly cutting the cocoon of emerging butterflies. It turns out, all the butterflies that were helped never developed the proper wing and limb strength to fly and land. The "assisted" ones that didn't quickly die off were pathetically weak and had much shorter lifespans. It was that very struggle the butterflies had to overcome that gave them the strength they needed to thrive, all along.

[Anonymous No.17862603]

>>17857385
Er war der Mond.
Sie war die Sonne.

[Anonymous No.17862911]

>>17857369

[Anonymous No.17863791]

>>17862486
onions post. uses poetic anecdotes instead of empirical evidence.

[Anonymous No.17864216]

>>17857385
Il était le soleil
Et elle voyait sa lune

[Anonymous No.17864353]

>>17858763
>>17862250
>not undersranding the ironic humor that pervades the chan
How new are you?

[Anonymous No.17864424]

>>17857385
Notice how you associated the Sun with a man and the Moon with a lady. Gawain is the Sun of chivalry, illuminating the place and comforting all, and Lunete the Moon of damsels - for she is discrete and shines more humbly.

>>17864216
Lois oggling Clark while he recharges.

[Anonymous No.17864457]

>>17857091
You're misunderstanding of poetry comes from your misunderstanding of metaphor. Metaphors are not supposed to obscure meanings as hacks would have you believe. Metaphors are meant to make the truth more accessible and poignant.

[Anonymous No.17864570]

>>17857385
Ő volt a nap
És ő volt a hold

Ő is a genderless third person singular pronoun by the way, in Hungarian it's impossible to convey the gender of any person through pronouns, as Hungarian grammar is completely genderless. So it's completely up to the reader to imagine who's the sun and who's the moon.

[Anonymous No.17864579]

>>17857091
that webm makes me sad and more lonely

[Anonymous No.17864622]

>>17864579
I miss having a gf. What I dont miss is sleeping together. Not comfy at all

[Anonymous No.17864655]

>>17857091
No, it's just that Anglophone ""poetry"" is really bottom-of-the-barrel bullshit. Even bare-assed nigs in the darkest of Africa have a deeper understanding and a better ear for poetry.

[Anonymous No.17864703]

>>17864655
Redpill me on this. I know 3 languages and I have found english poetry the most underwhelming out of the three (not sating iy's bad!)

[Anonymous No.17864739]

>>17857372
Is this a meme? BecAuse it’s bad

[Anonymous No.17864810]

>>17857385
彼は日でした
彼女は月でした

[Anonymous No.17864828]

>>17857369
Juliet is the sun
She'll outlive me and my son
I drink a Capri-Sun

[Anonymous No.17864835]

>>17864655
>>17864703
Stop reading Rupi Kaur. Simple as.

[Anonymous No.17864848]

>>17864353
I almost responded to this as if it was serious, good one.

[Anonymous No.17864857]

>>17858763
>>17862250
Everyone knows what he was trying to do. The problem is that the example is pretty bad to use for someone already cynical about poetry. Because it doesn't demonstrate what poetry can actually do. It's just horrid.

[Anonymous No.17864875]

The fireside poets we're the last good ones. Modernists ruined the artform.

[Anonymous No.17865014]

>>17864810
>using 日 instead of 太陽

[Anonymous No.17865021]

>>17864857
>>17864457
>>17861717
>>17857369
This should help you guys.

https://www.researchgate.net/publication/26600344_The_Life_and_Death_of_a_Metaphor_or_the_Metaphysics_of_Metaphor

[Anonymous No.17865164]

"Brevity is the soul of wit."
t. Some fag

[Anonymous No.17865176]

>>17865014
>太陽
>not 曜霊