ImprompTULA

Friday, June 16, 2006

ImprompTULA

So what does it take to create a poem? I tried to make a mental dump while chatting with my girlfriend the other day. No topics in mind, no structure planned out and just whipped out one word after another. After a few minutes, this is what came out (I took extra time outside those few minutes to correct the spelling errors but everything else is retained).

this sandcastle when it fades and withers and withers
till the waves taketh it to nothing but sand
would you see through the grains and see the palace for its gradeur
will you build the image in your mind?
for what is glory but for a moment
bedazzling in radiance albeit ephemeral
but thought be strong and does not rend
and in keeping by heart be eternal
true treasure it seems as it seems
more than what we see, more than what we have
is what is held in one's dreams,
id norst trun deint saab*


*(and kept within your dreams)

As it turned out, it did have a theme, because we were talking about something along the questions of "If something physical changes in somebody you like, will you not like him or her anymore for what has changed? Or will you like things for what you remember of them? When you say you like Michael Jackson do you think of his child rape cases and the shitfestival music he keeps on shoving down our throats or do you like him for the memory back when he was still sane and musically rational? But that's not the point.

I also tried to keep the rhymes in check though only passively. For metrics, I invoke the power of the freeverse, though I did try to abide by the rule of breath. Freeverse is such a sweet excuse for not knowing how to sculpt words and being symmetrically stupid.

For the last line I couldnt think of anything good to match with "have" so I do what I do best. I bluff. Maybe you're thinking, holy **** this poem is multilingual. It's got turkish/latin/german/french/samoan/bahasa/choose-one-it-doesnt-matter-language in it. Wrong. I put it there based on the premise that no single person in this world knows all the language or at least is knowledgable enough to distinguish lingual signatures to distignuish which part of the planet that came from.

So I invented my own set of words and slapped them together, mainly because im too lazy to rework the last few lines and that i hate spending way too much time for such pointless forms of literature (not all poetry, just mine and more than the majority of the snoregalore works being posted online).

My point is that it will take more time to appreciate something like the poetry above than write it. There's no justification for something like that. It's like an acievement award being harder to create than the achievement itself.

Gah.

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