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Rated: 18+ | Book | Writing | #1800466
Thank you to Andrew and the judges for a surprising "Best Blog" win in the 2012 Quills!
#755167 added June 18, 2012 at 9:44pm
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The Language of Poetry
Some critics believe that you need a special poetic language when you write a poem, while others say that ordinary language is perfectly all right. Which side are you on?


I do not believe I am qualified to answer this question. Honestly, I'm not even sure what it means . . . Poetic language?

I am completely out of my element right now. I do not write poetry. Okay, scratch that. I write it sometimes, but that doesn't mean I have any idea at all what I am doing. If by "poetic language," you mean "the specific language of poetry before modern times (for example, ancient Icelandic and classical Persian poetry), which used a vocabulary, phraseology, and syntax that were rarely encountered in other kinds of speech," (and yes, I did look that up), then I think that each poem is different and the styles are always changing. Poetry today is different than it was in the past, and will continue to change as new styles are invented.

I don't think any one way is right and another way is wrong. All writing is, at its core, expression. People express themselves in different ways, and should not have to feel constricted by having to write using a specific style.

In other news:

Huge thunderstorm last night. There was constant lightning and thunder for hours, and the house literally shook with the constant rumbling of thunder. The night sky was lit up like day, and I stayed up for a while waiting for the storm to die down.

Apparently, the weather in Hawaii was equally startling. High winds came through town and knocked down a telephone pole at the main intersection in town. That must have been a hassle to clean up. Thankfully, it happened during the night and was mostly cleared up by morning.

Gotta go to bed earlier tonight; rowing again tomorrow morning.
~Emily

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