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nicola
Posted: Thursday, March 26, 2009 4:13:55 PM

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I believe Poetry has an image problem.

Thoughts?

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Batman
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--Poetry - what images conjur up when you read the word?--


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Posted: Friday, March 27, 2009 7:59:46 AM

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Sunday afternoons when my hubby and daughter are out and about and I can relax on the couch with some tea, Bach and the Bronte sisters.
Zafia
Posted: Friday, March 27, 2009 9:04:05 PM

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I think that poetry exists in everything you see and that the image is up to every individual...




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Redwolf
Posted: Saturday, March 28, 2009 9:22:34 AM

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It just need to be express and explored to be understood.

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DBarclay
Posted: Saturday, March 28, 2009 10:09:56 AM

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The classics are best

Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a bear,
I've often seen Mary's little lamb,
But I've never seen her bear.

Old mother Hubbard,
Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone,
But when old mother bent over,
Rover drove her, 'cause,
Rover had a bone of his own.

Mary had a little watch,
She kept it in her garter.
And when the boys asked her the time,
She knew what they were after.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king's horses, and all the king's men,
Has one fucking big omelet.

The boy stood on the burning deck,
Having a game of cricket,
The ball rolled up his trouser leg,
And hit his 'middle wicket'.

From a mirror tied to a ceiling,
A delectable damsel of Ealing,
Saw certain sights, Which enhanced the delights,
Of the things she was hitherto feeling
Redwolf
Posted: Saturday, March 28, 2009 10:43:59 AM

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Good ones DB

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Kat
Posted: Tuesday, March 31, 2009 5:58:12 PM

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Old guys with white hair, Universities, libraries.

A pity poetry hasn't moved with the times, it seems like a dying artform.
Redwolf
Posted: Wednesday, April 1, 2009 5:11:27 PM

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well if it can progress if we make it more lively.

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mrplow
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Dead Poets Society and this part of the forums are the only things that have reminded me of poetry in the last 20 years. Sad huh.
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