Poetry

[breakinglight11]

For the last couple of days, I have been a mediocre-poetry-writing machine. Since I've been home, I have written, let's see... one fixed rhyme, three haikus, and a sestina. Yes, a sestina. Do not ask me why, but I felt myself possessed with an urge to write a sestina. I had to look up exactly what a sestina was-- it's weird and kind of byzantine --but once I knew the form I wrote one, and I actually kind of like it. The rest are pretty average, but I like the sestina. 

Even though not much of it's good, I'm glad I'm writing so much. Because every word you write makes you a better writer. So maybe if I keep it up with the poetry I'll eventually improve at it.

Comments

[bleemoo.livejournal.com]

Ok, so you wrote a neat sestina. Have you ever written an etheree? A rubiyat or a paradelle?

(Not that I have; I'm just being an ass)

[breakinglight11.livejournal.com]

It's okay, Josh. I make up words too. ;-)

[bleemoo.livejournal.com]

Ah, but I didn't make these words up.

etheree
rubiyat
paradelle -- possibly my favorite obscure poetic form ever

[bleemoo.livejournal.com]

Ok, so I added you and wired_lizard to my friends list at the same time, and promptly forgot which username referred to whom. The she posted:

How You Know You're Serving Odin...
...when you pause, look down at yourself, and say, "I need a shower," as you are sweating heavily and liberally streaked with lube and mead.

[quoted with permission, which is why I waited so long to tell you this story]

My first thought was "Oh my. That's not quite what I thought Phoebe's spirituality was."

[breakinglight11.livejournal.com]

Yes, you'd be correct in that assessment. As a general rule, not too many Catholics get covered in lube and mead. Well, except at Mardi Gras.