autolycus, without a doubt that is one of the greatest pieces of poetry I've seen around here. Terrific job. You definately deserved to win..
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autolycus, without a doubt that is one of the greatest pieces of poetry I've seen around here. Terrific job. You definately deserved to win..
Man, the more and more I read these poems, the better and better they get. I'm sorry for double posting but I just had to profess my compliments to everyone. I'm so fortunate to be just a little part of this great site..
Hi Everyone, Good job! Congratulations to autolycus, the winner! Excellent - I loved your unique poem. I have not read all but the entries yet but what I did read I felt highly impressed. I will try to read all that entered this round.
Adolescent09, don't be so modest. I am so happy to see you finally posted and entered the contest. I always enjoy your wonderful insight and sensitive poetry and know you will be an asset to this site.
Will be interested to see what the next picture will be.
Thanks Petrarch. By the way, I got your PM and replied. Sorry, I forgot to look at it for some time.Quote:
Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love
Congrats to Autolycus! That was a wonderful poem. I adored it, especially since I've studied molecular orbital theory. It was so fun to see it applied to relationships. Amazing.
Argh. I've been away submerged in marking term papers... Sorry. I am overwhelmed by the sheer positivity of the comments here. *grin* I almost wish someone had said something negative, but I'm not a saint. I must thank all of you (especially <rintrah> for selecting my poem, and - although I'm not sure how it will be received - <Petrarch's Love> for writing excellence under pressure) very much!
Picture:
http://www.imaginativepencil.com/images/bg_p0500.jpg
Artist acknowledgement: Justin Jenkins, Imaginative Pencil
I still can't get my head around his art.
Deadline: April Fool's Day, 0001 GMT. Thanks!
Great image, auto!
Abstract images... huummmm. Challenging... http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1.../rainbow16.gif
I love that image too. :thumbs_up Fabulous. :)
Fun picture, Auto. Should be interesting to see what people come up with.
And thank you for the compliment, Auto. Can't imagine why it would be received other than happily. :) Congrats again on your win.Quote:
and - although I'm not sure how it will be received - <Petrarch's Love> for writing excellence under pressure) very much!
You need to expand! People do not just want to write about a single painting. Sure you may sensor it a bit by giving a general topic, but let the creativity flow through there bodies. Get them to think!!!
nice to have you here hockey, although I really don't know what you mean lol... I hope you have a pleasant time on these forums. They are really great. And yes! Kudos to Auto for the great pic! My poem is already done, but I'd rather wait until other entries are submitted so I can um... steal ideas :D. no..jk.
Very interesting image, I have only just started boiling up some ideas :D Good luck to everyone!
I don't know what you mean, hockey. I thought every poem entered was very creative and thoughtful. Do you mean give them a math problem, or an image that can only be deduced in one way? Do you mean post two images, side by side?Quote:
Originally Posted by hockeychick8792
Ahhh! I used to have that ability to write, write, write...but now I'm full of pauses. What happened to me?:confused: I might just have to wait till you post your poem so I can have something to work from.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Adolescent09
Nice picture, Auto. I'm looking forward to Adolescent's entry - the speed of your composition has got me thinking about what your first impressions of the picture may be - like when you're playing chess and you're considering your options and someone says 'I can see the move you need to make' . . . and you just can't see it for yourself . . . lol! Hey. Wait a minute. There's a poem there! Can I submit a poem about Adolescent's posting about his poem about the picture? Ha! Made myself chuckle then. Good luck everyone.
I'm flattered by your cynical anticipation for my entry, Rintrah :P I'll be posting at the half of the deadline (a fortnight I think it is?). Then I'll be posting in a week. Goodluck all and keep up your open mindedness :)
Oops! Sorry, Adolescent, not cynical, just interested.
Here's my entry:
So I got up, shook the leaves from my coat
And made my way up past the Serpentine,
Dappled grey mirror punctured with fat ducks,
And I walked on past Albert's Memorial
It's golden spire stifled by the dim light
And I prayed to the muses that brought me
And gave such triumph to life, such hope.
I thought of the boys of the town, too young
To shave without pain, standing at bus stops
Where the girls smoke cigarettes and dream on,
The clustered noisy chatter echoing
On the black roof tops, the thin slates hanging
Clacking nailbound, clinging to chimney stacks
They appear to adore, they want to save.
And I looked up across the street to the
Albert's Royal Hall, where buses laden
With travelers disembowel their innards
To the sprawl, and I saw some young girls there,
Mothers pestering, steering them to the
Entrance, bags and wire hangers with black sacks
Shielding costumes within I supposed, and
I looked and saw some street performers decked
Out in colours green and orange, leg-swung
And head-high, spinning and poised upon toes
Too small for the feat, and I watched them leap,
Those gaudy marionettes, whirling round
In a froth of pink netting, hair tightened
Back to perfection, mothers looking on
Casting one eye to the seem stitching
Laboriously laid at one a.m.
And I smiled at those girls, their cheeks beaming
Bright red in the autumn air, and I walked
On past Old Albert, making my way home.
He was silenced, for a want of faith -
Re-imagine. For the sake of restless states
And crumbling empires.
Settling instead in the dust of shaken echoes
The future foregone, given up to dissolution.
He cannot perceive the light, clouded
As it is by the hypocrisy of now
Against that which had been.
Lost minds, lost souls, by the choking dust
Asphyxiated by unchecked lust
This is all for me.
Ishmaelites. No longer a care
For the benign, in much-malign’d stares
Fateful, awful, dissolution
Awake! And see the poverty.
Our wounds caressed by the tongues of greed.
Awake. In the midst of crashing waves
And howling gales, a slow lament sees us stripped
Of all design, and folly,
Exposed for all we are. There
Are survivors.
That's a fabulous poem Xeryous although I don't see how it ties with the image... I guess different people have different ways of viewing art :)
Nice poems so far. Araugggh! Bogged on mine right now! It will come through!
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...ilies/mute.gif
The ideal not flesh
But spirit inside contained
Beauty in chaos of mind
hm. half haiku half tanka . . . ?
*grin*
Keep 'em coming; what with the view of London and the oddly Byzantine (in the manner of W B Yeats) and the half-tanker (heh heh), I am beginning to feel like the picture looks. And I haven't been on any hallucinogenic drugs...
Here you go Rintrah ;P. At least with this I stand a chance at barely comparing with you! I tried really hard:
In the following poem I present minute descriptive imagery
of the most recent contest picture. All of the imagery (covert and overt)
might not be noticed if read over too quickly, so I'd ask
that the readers/critics/judge read it slowly line by line,
while looking at the picture periodically to notice
exactly what I'm describing. Thanks in advance and good luck
to all. :)
http://www.imaginativepencil.com/images/bg_p0500.jpg
Geometric Tropic Saints
The Pervasive song is mosaic twirls,
warmly inviting Carribean Color,
giving shape,
in form and grace,
to postures painting rainbow wonders,
Taking intuition,
Making passion,
through angular knee
geometry
low rectangle, low triangle,
with outpost block to rest a hand,
a left leg, a swan end,
a high hand, a white head,
one foot down, its three-toed leg
for nature's drift on brick walk,
brown faced sweetness, cocked far left,
in bows of greatness,
in motley's twists,
in oily skins to mark saints' meekness,
in gracious flow.....
http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/4102/aznsigmz7.png
for which it stands
Adolescent09
© 3/12/07
Order From Chaos
Vibrant yellow and pink slashes
Form a bodice and tutu—
Seemingly meaningless scrawls become
Dancer’s arms and legs in poise.
Roses bloom among controlled chaos—
Faces finely formed lost in the artistic surf,
My artist’s eye looks for perspective,
That single focused vanishing point.
Note the leg just right off center—
Formed in bold scrawls like all the rest,
Careless, daring, seemingly random whorls.
Focus microscopically upon it just a moment—
Hidden meaning in plain sight may be found—
Naked is the best disguise—
Al Hirschfeld would enjoy the irony.
In his works you find the hidden “Nina’s,”
What message is there hidden here?
Pendragon
© 3/12/07
To show you what I mean, here's an Al Hirschfeld. Can you find Nina? Look closely...
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...hirschfeld.jpg
Wow guys, looks like some amazing poetry there! Everyone has used such gorgeous imagery, Im going through a little block right now myself but am pretty certain of my participation later on. :)
Pen - I used to look at those Hirschfeld paintings all the time!! They're great! :)
I loved them, and was addicted to finding the "Nina's" Nina was his daughter's name, and he incorporated in into every drawing as often as possible. Knowing where to look, I count at least five in this one, with several other possibles. It has been said that Hirschfeld drawings have been used for mental training. If you can find his hidden "Nina's", you are sharp, but that is only hearsay...http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...ne/picasso.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by mir
Pen
Love your work as always, Adolescent, particularly "in motley's twists/Quote:
Originally Posted by Adolescent09
in oily skins to mark saints' meekness". I blush at your compliments.
She never taught one,
How could she. She was worried.
Still that could not become her fate.
She might have started late.
Tust me, I’ve poured over her ‘form’
(Her thighs are great :)
Here's one from the one-frame future.
Sorta...: )
In our father’s sunshine, we were just outlines
In our mother’s orchards, we were shade
My sisters and I, we were free.
Till he came by, taught us why
The sunsets butchery exists.
How we could never die.
What can I say? Your poetry shows great imagination. All the poems this round are sounding great! It's going to be a daunting task chosing a winner...Quote:
Originally Posted by rintrah
...just wondered if there was an art forum out there posting sketches to poetry.
Drawings from poetry written? Not that I know of on this forum.Quote:
Originally Posted by decon_blue
....i cant see it. :( :( :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
All this talk of hidden Ninas has put me in a playful mood, so I had a little fun with this one with a little hidden "art". Great pic. to write on.
"Telling the Dancer from the Dance"
Drawn to the barre like birds to fruited branch,
Alighting with detailed poise and skill,
Nodding, swaying gently as they start the dance,
Controlling every move with focused will
Every muscle tautened into grace until
Limbs turn to lines and color streams from sweat:
Instant metamorphosis when lungs fill,
Veins course and flesh fulfills its debt,
Inspiring the spirit to forget
Nagging sins and fears that it is heir to.
Glowing more bright than eye can see they let
All themselves be transformed and created new.
Routinely, while in quiet practice they devote their hours
The air around them bursts, and moves, and changes with their power.
This is a line from a Yeats poem, right Petrarch?Quote:
Originally Posted by Petrarch's Love
Most obvious one, focus on the center singer's skirt. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by thefemalemind
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...mKane/Nina.jpg
The others are hard, I have seen many of these drawings and know where Al usually hides them, but you might not see them without a real good magnifying glass and some imagination. :) :thumbs_up
Yes, it's a shameless paraphrase alluding to the final line of "Among Schoolchildren." Yeats' much finer line is "How can you tell the dancer from the dance" and the complete poem isn't here on Lit. Net, but can be found here: http://www.web-books.com/Classics/Po...eats/Among.htm.Quote:
This is a line from a Yeats poem, right Petrarch?
Sonnet by Wodehouse
As the pentangle fades the saints stir souls
Their knee-joints be cufféd, no more to move
Their crowns unfast'ned, invaded by shame
Yet, they dance, life, to them be still the same.
The shackle no more a hurt to the pride
Than humility inflicted by the breast-plate.
As the first light shone Godly, so the saints
In this new light appear to us, the saved.
Accoutered so bravely, they catch the soul's eye,
And in this new inspection they stand firm
Calling their audience like a **** for the sun
'Out come ye, up and rise, strike at the dark!'
Called at by them, the souls up and do rise,
With intent of ill's premature demise.
Their faith leads them, as holy words,
Faith, they are lead, these artificial birds.
This is for the dancing saints picture. I always like, if I can, to throw an unexpected little anticlimax in the end.