Scrolled down today to find out that the number of views today was 27.
TWENTY-FREAKING SEVEN.
Na- nani? How can this be?!
*mouth drops open comically*
THAT has got to be the highest record ever, aside from yesterday's 60.
Now, if I have this much support for my works in deviantart (which I know realise, albeit regretfully, truly suck)
My juxtaposition for 'Facing demons' looked like it came out of a bad love poem. Cold fire? Sick health? Sure, it's in Shakespeare, but they are used as examples as BAD POETRY.
*soul creeps out silently and snivels like a prune*
Gelid heat was equally bad if you ask me, though I had meant it to be, though the heat was...well, heat, the person feels nothing but coldness because of his/her emotions in turmoil..or something like that.
*sour taste in mouth* Bad poetry. My soul is wounded.
Just realised how anitiisocial I am towards new people. If I'm friends with that person, I'm talkative but if it's someone I don't really know, I just keep silent.
Besides, what to talk about? The floods? The weather? Ourselves? It'll be too awkward.
Urgh. I really need to come up with better ways to express myself and stop using cliches...
Instead of
my heart withered like a dying rose, perhaps I can use my heart withered like a, uh, dehydrated naccissus?
It sounds horrible.
http://sammehsweet.deviantart.com/art/Recipe-for-Bad-Poetry-70070433Welcome to the recepie for bad poetry. I just realised that my rhymes are bloody predictable and it's mostly free verse, which = no meter. Don't ask me what's meter, I don't know how to explain. I wiki-ed it but then it only made me more confused.
P.S. I mentione sestinas in my introductory session. Here's the meaning, if you read my blog, if you don't, well, be puzzled forever.*insert diabolical laugh*
Sestina : A highly structured form of poetry consisting of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy (thirty-nine lines). The end words of the first stanza are repeated in varied order as end words in the other stanzas and also recur in the envoy.
Here's an example,copied shamelessly by a woman called Pam White. I highlighted two of the end-words of the first stanza so you can see what I mean.
The Concord Art Association Regrets
Pam White
Your entry was not accepted. We
regret it wasn't (enough for us), a work of love.
We liked many of the colors on the whole
but the mass was just something
unrelated to the rest of our show. We hope your work
will have a bright future in another place.
We remember last year you tried to place
another photograph and it was also with
regret we turned you down. Though for that particular work
we found nothing about it (no one could) to love.
It was obscure and a little upsetting in
relation to the rest of our show which we look on as a whole.
Now you may think us ungenerous. On the whole
you are probably right, but this is our place
and we can do what we want whether you
relate to it or not. However we don't want you to
regret your association with us. We want you to love
us, send us money, but please, no more work.
You see right now we need money to work
on the building we're in. There's a hole
in the roof and one wall needs all the love
and attention it can get. Really the place
needs so much, which all costs. I
regret to remind you we need more space for
related works. We're trying to expand and
relate to lots of different kinds of work
so different people won't
regret their visit with us but will see the whole
beauty and tranquillity of the place
and come with us, a journey of love
where people of all races, colors, and creeds love
to look and bask and of course bring
relations,
friends, and lovers. All are welcome to our place
here where all the world's magnificent work
can be shown in its entirety, the whole
place filled - with your exception, we
regret.
We know you'll love the whole
work we're doing for this place.
We can't relate enough our regret.
(
Copyright © 1983-2003 by Pam White.)
