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How can poetry ever be dead? There is no deadline! On the other hand, it's today. Watch this space, or rather, don't, you'll go cross-eyed. Entries still accepted, until they're not. Check in later, and get the drinks in :hat:.Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
Trumpets parp! Here we have the results of the Jabberwocky competition!
"Well that question made no sense at all!" You say! Well spotted! So I will allow anything in the form of Jabberwocky, but not the style, and anything in the style of Jabberwocky, but not the form, and, as it's all nonsense anyway, anything else.
I liked all the poems, and think all should have prizes. But, as I don't want you fighting over who sets the next competition, I will choose a winner.
Pendragon - as befits our form-meister, this is perfectly in the form of Jabberwocky. But, as I had the Red Queen in mind, the poem is far from pretty. And the poor old dear has gout, so how can you expect all that straightening and curling? Also, do I detect a hint of eroticism? Poor old Lewis will spin in his grave if eroticism is rampant in his form. We can't have our leader gyrating in his coffin, so I'm afraid this verse must be consigned to the flames immediately.
YesNo - Didn't read the question, which shows extreme sense, and therefore a few marks knocked off for that. By not reading the question he created a whole poem in the style and form of Jabberwocky, rather than the one verse required. This is far too much excess work to impose on the examiner! But as I had the sense to just read the first verse, I didn't get too angry, so I'll allow the first verse as YesNo's entry. He remains in contention.
Cacian - As a dedicated judge, I kept a close eye on this thread (I've nothing else to do...) and spotted Cacian making a quick swop. Quite right! Her first poem was armful, and had a severe lack of nonce words. Her replacement is excellent, a wonderful, medieval epic poem of an angry flower surviving a long quest, and overcoming many difficulties.
tailor STATELY - This is a Jabberwocky for the Reservoir Dogs generation. It takes the violence inherent to Jabberwocky and lifts it to a whole new level. Whale-wolverine's screeching, the hero fighting a beach, and the author emitting a Hegelian sub-text. It's mayhem! What more could you want? Wonderful, emotion inspiring, nonce words - every time I see "Krillsnax" I feel peckish.
It's difficult to pick a winner, but I think Alice's criteria of "prettiness" forces me to choose..
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YesNo. The scent of the Mithal trees certainly pleases my frickle nose. So, YesNo, go to the Red Queen to be crowned. (Make sure to remind her that the "off with your head" order has been rescinded... and speak up, she's a bit deaf.)
haha malmac I have indeed made a swop :D
great feedback by the way thank you !
I very much enjoyed experimenting with this form it was a great idea :)
YesNo a well deserved win congratulations!!!
Thanks for nothing, mal4mac. Congrats YesNo on a fine win.
Thank you, mal4mac! And thanks, cacian and Pendragon! That was a very fine review of the poems, mal4mac. Right up there with Lokasenna's.
The next form is one that mal4mac created as an entry in the avant-garde poetry contest:
The formal constraints would be (1) each line ends with a period, (2) each line is a sentence.Quote:
Originally Posted by mal4mac
Deadline September 1st.
Sentenced to inconsistency
I said I wouldn't be doing it.
I have never stuck to a plan.
I decide not to do it but do it.
It's a sentence that began with Adam.
Adam was a man without a plan.
Now for a plan I also don't plan.
I act on a whim without any stress.
But now my whim is to wear a dress.
I need to address my inconsistency.
I need to tie myself to a tree.
Tied to a tree I shall be free.
I shall be free of my inconsistency.
The inconsistencies of life sometimes bother me.
They say all things have a meaning.
The fault lies in us, that we cannot see the Big Picture.
It's just a shadow of a mirage reflected in a mirror.
It lacks shape and substance.
My interest wanes.
Ennui sets in quickly.
I lack sleep and focus.
Life is a moonlit sham without meaning.
We snap shots of our frustration in the dark without a flash.
To all things there is a season and a time.
The inconsistencies of life sometimes bother me.
The inconsistencies of life sometimes bother me.
An endless black ribbon takes us from life to death.
Rest stops along the way are strictly forbidden.
It's like alcohol diluted beyond any bite.
It gives no comfort.
It becomes worthless.
It's salt that has no savor.
Cast it away, it is fit for nothing.
Even space reaches a point where time means nothing.
We are taught to believe, and questions are unwanted.
Explanations never come,but he who seeks may find a solution.
The inconsistencies of life sometimes bother me.
Pendragon
(C) 8/18/2014
This contest is now over. Thanks for the contributions!
mal4mac: I liked the theme of inconsistency and how being tied might make one free of it. This gives me something to think about.
Pendragon: Another one on inconsistency but from a different perspective. Being tied won't help in this case.
Thanks for the two perspectives on inconsistency and thanks to mal4mac for the form.
The winner is Pendragon!
Congratulations!
Thank you! The form is a reversible. Length doesn't really matter, but the poem must be able to read both directions. And make sense. Sample:
Allegory
Weakness seeking,
Ravenous wolves prowl—
Circling vultures hunting endlessly—
Show fear, you die quickly.
Thoughts become words become deeds.
Ignorance breeds prejudice breeds hate.
Pass and see me not time following time.
Your loss it is. Sing sorrow.
Mine was it never; neither gain nor loss…
Loss nor gain: Neither! Never was it mine!
Sorrow sing, your loss it is.
Time following time not see me and pass…
Hate breeds prejudice breeds ignorance!
Deeds become words become thoughts!
Quickly die you— fear show…
Endless hunting vultures circling!
Prowl, wolves, ravenous—
Seeking weakness…
Pendragon
© 3/17/2007 10:13 PM
October 15th deadline
Moonlit Willows
Willows dancing
under ghostly moonlight,
sorrows unspoken
buried deeply within roots,
broken promises
whispered solemnly
beneath swaying limbs,
secrets sordid
veiled behind green leaves,
phantom lovers
weep
lovers phantom,
leaves green behind veiled
sordid secrets,
limbs swaying beneath
solemnly whispered
promises broken,
roots within deeply buried
unspoken sorrows
moonlight ghostly under
dancing willows.
Wow! Great start! 0o0
Thank you
In or out
Day or night
Win or pout
Stay and fight
Fight and stay
Pout or win
Night or day
Out or in
Wow! I like this.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Thanks, ampoule!