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We are essentially a society fixated on logical constructs. The university English classes I took were fundamentally about trying to deconstruct writing to figure out what makes something great. And in the process they kill that greatness, and create in the process writing that is without life. Try reading any current literary criticism and you will understand the definition of lifeless writing.
In a loose way, the arrangement above reminds me of how our science tries to figure out what makes life: kill it, then take it apart, with the hope of being able to reconstruct the deconstructions like Frankenstein.
Alternatively, it reminds me of the neo-classical movement in the 17th century. It became fixated on a notion of Greek writing summarized into the so-called three unities and resulted in dead writing. (See, for example, Dryden's play All for Love, which is one of the most horrid highly praised pieces of dreck I have read.)
So, I would say, very loosely, that the idea is a crutch used by people trying to intellectualize the creative process. I see it as having limited value from a truly creative perspective, although it may work as a means to create formulaic and somewhat popular pop fiction.






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Or how about "Ooooooh... who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" Just kidding. ;)
Spongebob Squarepants! :P
I'm not familiar with the song Garrison, I'll look that up, sorry :)
I'm glad you had a wonderful time. I haven't been to Canada, hopefully, one day.
Hi CJ!
I'm not familiar with the song Garrison, I'll look that up, sorry :)
I'm glad you had a wonderful time. I haven't been to Canada, hopefully, one day.
Hi CJ!
I'm good, trying to keep up with work :D And you?

I need to start looking for work to keep busy. Though this church program for Christmas is exciting and is good at keeping me occupied.
What's the church program for Christmas?




It's nice to meet you, too! ;) So-*grabs a cookies and nibbles into it*-I've been wanting to ask this question for a long time. What's a poem? Is it just a text that rhymes?

*smiles* Whoah, take it slow, you might choke.
And leave one for me...if you haven't finished them all already. :P


Hello, my name is Guy. I am ambivalently known by some in the WSS as the madman.
Poem?
A poem, by any other name would smell as sweet. [Thinks. Shakes head.] That can't be right. Write? What I might mean is that a poem by any other write would be a wrong. Hmmm. Could be a wrong. And since two wrongs make a write, two up-right poems would likely still not be a poem unless the poetry legislators were to say otherwise.
[Sips tea. Masticates cookie. Gets distracted, wanders off. Comes back with a tipple of scotch.] What is a poem? [Laughs.] Yes. A question that has stumped the humanoids of the world since the beginnings of language. But here, within the upper bowels above the poop deck of the humble ship the WSS, it will be answered. [Smiles.] Snot. Snot likely.
[Scratches head.] Of course, across time, Shakespeare has been dismissed for being a bad writer. So, what is a poem, then, if the educated and 'proper' adjudicators of 'good' writing can, in their time, dismiss the greatest writer of English? [Laughs.] Intuitively it can inferred from that that a poem is simply words that convey meaning. [Pauses.] Really? Nah! Can't be. And when was the last time anything dismissed as being 'simple' was actually simple? A fool's tail's chase, lost chasing chaste tales?
[Chews on cookie. Sips more scotch. Wanders off to get the bottle. He sets it beside himself and the mouse. He looks at the mouse.] I know you are tempted, but alcohol will kill you. Mice don't handle booze well. One person's meaning is another person's nonsense. But then, if .... [Pauses.] Hmmm. I think it is time to get drunk. I think I have concluded that a poem is a collection of words that convey meaningless meaning. Or is that meaningful meaninglessness. OMG! And not once did my verbiage have any hint of rhyme or reason.
[Walks to his car.] I know! I'll drive to the US Border. I am sure that once I get there I will with ease and grace be able to procure the gun that will be able to poetically put myself out of the misery of poetical meanderings on the uselessness of delineating what comprises a poem. [But before he got there he was pulled over for being driven under the influence of bad poetry. He spends the night in a drunk tank. In the morning, hung over and oblivious to how he came to be jailed and stinking, he felt compelled by forces unknown to write on the wall:
A wall of wailers willing to wait while whittling wooden whistles[Guy the Madman throws up in the corner. He rubs the acrid puke from his mouth and facial hairs with an ease belying a lot of practice.] Yes. That was poetry in motion. [He sits in the corner, and falls asleep, only to dream fitfully of famous actresses telling him he indeed has had his way with words, but all of whom opt to kiss Ron Perlman instead of the dreaming madman.]
won't whistle stop the sot whetting his whistle with whiskey jacks
painted on white wine bottles whining all the while they wander with wonder
within the world of what words are worthy to be wound into a worthwhile verse.



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LOL! That seems like a good policy to have.