For a long while, I have left this place, this allpoetry place, because it had become a social networking site. I had an "AP family" and the chatterbox that you see to the right is nothing more than a chat room. It had become mostly like myspace (which I never use). So, I went into a seclusion and all of the people that I had met on this site forgot who I was, forgot that I existed, and moved on with their lives. After all, no one really knows each other here, and many of the poems have become, dare I say, repetitive and cliché. Though I used to write this way as many beginning poet does, I have grown into a better poet and I wanted something more.
So, the boring poetry and what is essentially blogging for me ends today, when I re-join this site. I have still been writing, even having some on my work published (look at theanchoronline.net under Sports). I have expanded my journalistic writing into broadcast and I write poetry now as one would write music: ambiguous or with a story, a story that means something.
What poetry is to me is the expression of the various aspects of humanity, whether it be the passion for a lover or just a dreary evening, with rain tapping on the roof. The human experience is one that we all share in, and for poets, it is what they write.
By writing this on here, though, it doesn't mean anything because allpoetry is not a credible writing source. It does not hold up for the best poetry, though there are contests out there that people make. It is a free forum, just like myspace, where people that you don't know and don't know of their real identities come to critique that you put out there, golden or barren. Many writings here include those of a hurt soul, such as "I want to kill myself" on every other poem. This is not poetry, this is a need for something in the real life of the work's author. Allpoetry is not the solution for that. It is just the grey between private and public poems, left to subjective comments such as the one that I have just written. But, it doesn't matter. I came back in hopes of poets who come on here not to socialize or to write the poem right at the computer like I once it, but to actually work on their writings, have them critiqued, and to leave this site behind once they get their works published.
Well, at least that's what I hope for. I don't speak for everyone, and people may think that I am crazy for writing this. Oh, well.
"All Along the Watchtower"
"There must be some kinda way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"Too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen drink my wine and the plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the theif kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel life is but a joke.
But, you and I have been through all that. This is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, the princes kept the view,
While all the women came and wept; barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the cold distance, the wildcat did growl.
Two riders approach, the wind began to howl.
-Bob Dylan
So, the boring poetry and what is essentially blogging for me ends today, when I re-join this site. I have still been writing, even having some on my work published (look at theanchoronline.net under Sports). I have expanded my journalistic writing into broadcast and I write poetry now as one would write music: ambiguous or with a story, a story that means something.
What poetry is to me is the expression of the various aspects of humanity, whether it be the passion for a lover or just a dreary evening, with rain tapping on the roof. The human experience is one that we all share in, and for poets, it is what they write.
By writing this on here, though, it doesn't mean anything because allpoetry is not a credible writing source. It does not hold up for the best poetry, though there are contests out there that people make. It is a free forum, just like myspace, where people that you don't know and don't know of their real identities come to critique that you put out there, golden or barren. Many writings here include those of a hurt soul, such as "I want to kill myself" on every other poem. This is not poetry, this is a need for something in the real life of the work's author. Allpoetry is not the solution for that. It is just the grey between private and public poems, left to subjective comments such as the one that I have just written. But, it doesn't matter. I came back in hopes of poets who come on here not to socialize or to write the poem right at the computer like I once it, but to actually work on their writings, have them critiqued, and to leave this site behind once they get their works published.
Well, at least that's what I hope for. I don't speak for everyone, and people may think that I am crazy for writing this. Oh, well.
"All Along the Watchtower"
"There must be some kinda way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"Too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen drink my wine and the plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the theif kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel life is but a joke.
But, you and I have been through all that. This is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, the princes kept the view,
While all the women came and wept; barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the cold distance, the wildcat did growl.
Two riders approach, the wind began to howl.
-Bob Dylan
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Keith on May 10, 2006Please, please sort buisnessmen. It's businessmen where I come from, and I don't think Webster changed it, did he? And you've got theif, too! Jimi Hendrix deserves respect. He was a true genius, tortured I know, but a genius neverthless. After that, you want to take a wee look at the syntax of your biographical details. What does:
I came back in hopes of poets who come on here not to socialize or to write the poem right at the computer like I once it, but to actually work on their writings, have them critiqued, and to leave this site behind once they get their works published.
Actually mean to you?
I know I'm a cynical swine, but if you honestly live in hope of getting your work published, you must rely on your own talent, not spellcheckers, grammarcheckers or proofreaders. I'll have a wee look at some of your verses, if I may, but it's your work, and your own pride should tell you to take time and consideration over it. Keep writing.
What poetry is to me is the expression of the various aspects of humanity, whether it be the passion for a lover or just a dreay evening, with rain tapping on the roof. The human experience is one that we all share in, and for poets, it is what they write. Poets observe and feel while the rest of the world works it. Others find a way to keep the body alive, poets express the workings of the heart and soul.
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Keith on May 8, 2006Re ambiguoous poems that rock. I use stabilisers on mine to solve the problem. Makes them more uniquer I always reckon. At least that's my experience. Cannae afford a proofreader masel'.And they spellchequers suck, do they no' just. Very much like a lamprrey or a remorra. Best Wishes.
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Someone on May 8, 2006Nice, Keith, nice. That is why I always need a proofreader or an editor to look at my work, though it is more so for my journalistic pieces. I will never trust the spell check on this site again.
~David "Someone"
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Keith on May 8, 2006Please let me know next time you pen an ambiguoous poem. I've never seen one in my puff. Sunjective comments are another area that's new to me. Still, solar power gets in everywhere in these days of global warming, don't it? And these buisnessmen that Wee Jimi spoke of, they're a new concept entirely. Still, I've been well critiqued before and I suppose I will be again. Critiqueing and clicheing, yes, that's me all over. Best Wishes.
