July 15, 2002 edition of "The Poet" edited by me :) FEATURING: Nonce poetry
Monday - July 15, 2002
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Ten examples of fine poetry chosen exclusively for your viewing.
In The Beginning…
In the beginning there were words and so the poet squished them and made forms. The poet saw that these forms were good and it was so… Or something like that! :) lol
Nope it’s not time for bible poetry but perhaps a little bit of poetical form ancient history.
What I am referring to is the nonce form. The name comes from a medieval phrase that means “for the one time”. Nonce form is more than free verse; it has a pattern and/or meter that is unique unto itself.
Every traditional/formal form we have today is the child of a nonce form. The traditional forms we have today are just the ones that survived childhood and grew into adults. All vary in age but have stood the test of time.
One can easily imagine how the tanka, haiku, renga, senru and choka evolved from one another.
Now every time you play with rhyme and meter and break the barriers of form you could just be creating the formal poetry form of tomorrow.
With which we can in turn torment English students. Bwaahahahah!
There was a contest a few months ago that prompted people to create their own nonce poetry form and here is one of the creative entries and the reasoning behind it.
A song form, The Lilli
‘Tis a well known fact that the Irish men are all lyricists. It so happened that in a small village not far from Killarney stood a public house known as the “Whistling Swan”, and there the local lads would gather after working in the fields all day, more than content to while the evening away composing lyrics and drinking pint after pint of Guiness.
It also happened that they found themselves vying for the attentions of the barmaid there, who went by the name Lilli, a beauty she was with a voice like an angel, and lucky would be the man who might finally win her heart. As ‘tis also a well known fact that all Irish men are handsome, she found it hard to choose, and so grew out a competition of sorts.
Since there were five of the strapping young fellows to choose from, she decided that they would compose a song in concert, as it were, with each supplying a verse. And as they were all friends and it is also well known that a jealous bone does not reside inside the Irish body, it was decided that each would enjoy her company, one by one. This was to happen of a Sunday afternoon, and run consecutively throughout the summer long, until the song was formed, at which time Lilli would sing the song in public and then choose which of the five would be her lifelong mate.
In order that the song might have some consistency, she vowed to give each suitor one half of the opening line, a topic, if you will. Each stanza would, as well, be five lines long, and like the letters in her name consist of long and short lines. What the lads did not know was that she would interlink their lyrics, making the last short line of each stanza into one-half of the starting line of the next.
And so it went then, week by week, until the song was done, and with their Irish hearts quite beating full with pride and hope, they sipped their Guinness and listened as the darling Lilli stood to sing:
The gifts of love
What would I give to be your man?
I’d give my heart
If in my doorway you would stand
And touch my face with your sweet hand
Each time we’d part
Each time we’d part, I’d long to see
Your lovely face
Those lips you save for only me
I’d hurry back so I could be
In your embrace
In your embrace I’d surely find
Each day is new
A soul that’s pure, a look so kind
And always til the end of time
A love that’s true
A love that’s true to you I’d show
So you would say
“Must you depart? Each time you go
My heart is sad, I miss you so,
When you’re away”.
When you’re away I cannot hide
This empty life
My loneliness I can’t abide
Until we’re standing side by side
As man and wife.
Sure and now you want to know what happened, and which lucky lad she picked. And I don’t blame you for the wanting, after all some lovely sentiment is entwined throughout the song, like the ivy growing up the side of the “Whistling Swan”. But funny things do happen in this odd circumstance we call life, and satisfaction did not come to any of the five poets, for the Irish luck does not run in such a happy course. There chanced to be a man from Killarney there that night, and rich he was, and at the hearing of sweet Lilli's angel voice, singing that song of love, he pulled a diamond ring from his pocket and put it straight away on her finger. Where they say she proudly wears it to this day. And I’d be glad, I surely would, to tell the moral to the tale, in all its sadness and truth, if it were not for the fact that my story treats instead with the making of a song.
by Dale Arthur
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