poem about the tiger
poem about the tiger
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Legit good poem for anyone to have written. If a six-year-old actually wrote this, that amazes me.
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Little kid art is usually so raw and inventive, then something happens around grade 2 and they start sucking. I dunno what it is, I guess they learn what is considered "good" by the hegemonic culture and try representing it? Kids spend the next 10 to 20 years unlearning all that to get back to where they were in kindergarten lol
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It's peer pressure and the desire to conform. Right around age 9 they start developing an ego / sense of self, they become less concerned with doing what they want and more concerned with fitting in. Some kid says "your drawing is a mess you don't even color inside the lines" and you have gone from a prolific and creative artist to a child that doesn't draw
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I kept drawing/painting/etc throughout my entire life from an early age and I hate that I have to try so hard to convince people that, yes, they can do art too! It's not about the common value-derived definition of "talent" (the ability to apply and make money from a skill), I love seeing even rough sketches by people that haven't done so since they were young.
This formative peer pressure and the overwhelming push to consider the monetary value in everything first has robbed us, humanity, from so much beautiful art. It's a tragedy what capital has done, to instill this mode of thought in children to last their entire lives...
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Me on october 7th
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What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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You immortal'd again when you should have fearful'd.
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Oh fuck, I did.
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tiger, tiger burning bright
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Authentic, innovative structure, elegant, evocative
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sesame street sickos
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the revolution's not dead so long as it lives in the hearts of children
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That's better poetry than 95% of what i read (which admittedly isn't very much)
Well to be fair a lot of historically famous poetry is shit too. Idk maybe they lost a lot in translation, but some don't i like Iliad and Odyssey for example. I find best historical poetry to be ancient Sumerian-Akkadian (and their epigones), they didn't give a fuck about million rules just created clear and easy to follow rhytm with repeating.
To be fair to poetry in general i started to hate it because the Polish romanticist nationalist poetry. There are FUCKTON of it, and they are even worse than all other romanticist poetry because it was the partition time and Poland didn't exist so you can imagine what those shitty chewed off noble druggie losers could write. Well they are some banger fragments like Mickiewicz apparently predicting socialism as saviour of Poland but mostly its shit but every kid in Poland since WW1 ended was tortured with that for years, and sadly PRL wasn't an exception.
Hell yes it does. Also I think it inspired the Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists, which also slaps.
Evidently you're not the first person to think that.
Did you enjoy The Lighthouse? The killing of the seabird hits extra hard having read the Rime. Hark Triton.
It's a different era of poetry altogether, but some proper old English poetry has made me feel wistful in a way that no other poetry really ever has. I recommend The Seafarer if you like Rime. I'd also recommend The Ruin, and The Wanderer. In all cases though I'd recommend contextualising them, and really trying to understand the weight of the things they're saying... about the hearth, and the halls, and how it relates to Christianity at the time and all that. For some reason it really just hits me in the gut. The Ruin is probably the easiest to 'get' without any context.
I think Tolkien might even have been the author of some of the most popular translations of those texts.
Coleridge slaps. Also Kubla Khan mercifly tells you that it's drug poetry right away, so it's easy to understand as the "fragment of a dream" or whatever he calls it.
I like the 17th century lyric poetry (Donne, Marvell, etc) though. Very intricate, but in an accessible way (just follow the complex sentence).
And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
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As soon as I read "STORM-BLAST" the first time, I knew that shit was metal