…this:
While fascination, holding me aloft,
Contrived to make all people witness this
One miracle, its secrets introduce.
Causes “Zemanta” to produce the following tags:
Twitter, Havas, Raytheon, Great Commet, Starwood Hotels and Resorts Worldwide, Hotel, Steve Jobs, Barack Obama
Will wonders never cease?
…a male perspective, of course–although It might be quite instructive to attempt to write about it from a female perspective, as well as male sensuality therefrom–is more difficult emotionally for me than male. Male sensuality I may view as an art form, however my emotions are so wrapped up in my love it is most difficult for me to do so for the female.
This is why I believe I shall only write one of the sensuality series every other day or so. While it is not structurally or metaphorically difficult for me–any more so than any other worthy topic, it does take its toll emotionally. I think a growing boy like me needs his rest! So therefore look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East, and all that. Hopefully these will be more frequent than every five days.
Yes, this is what I indeed decided to do. There is too much here to sort out, the whole post is wonderful with all of its comments included just as they are.
I have a long day–a long road–ahead of me tomorrow. Wish me luck!
I love it when a plan comes together…
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The following is paraphrased as well as copy/pasted from the entry in question–see the link below for the original (which, by this time, may well have been lucased)
I came upon an old, unpolished work of mine. Not exactly in this form, but in tetrameter Originally there were 4 quatrains. The original rhymescheme was AAxA, BBxB, etc. where ‘x’ is non rhyming. I thought one could sonnetize that by Turning the non-rhyming ‘x’ into a rhyme that carries through. This was an interesting result:
At last, the dawn, in perfect form, I see
So formed, a positive reality.
It’s purple state, in perfect choir, unveil
To shine, inspiringly, its song on me.With form, and measure never void, it brings
A subtle mastery of the world it sings.
Without abash, I hear it tell a tale
Of majesty, and many more such thingsWhich burn with glory’s power, as they shine
Upon this shadow dappled world of mine.
My dreams are splendour, as they dance–prevail
With measure, and with form, and perfect line!And dance I shall, as light–as mirrors bright
Reflect–avail, ’til dark, ’til death, ’til night!
Once again, you see the compressed rhyme scheme in the ending couplet. I may post the original at some point; and I may post the altered sixteen line version, which is in iambic pentameter.
Also, on that note, I am beginning to think that, in order to more clearly describe rhymeschemes, one might perhaps use letters and numbers, or perhaps, upper and lower case letters, for different types of rhymes. And perhaps, ‘x’ might indicate lines that do not rhyme?
As an example, to describe the above, one could do the following:
AA1A, BB1B, etc. Or perhaps 11A1, 22A2, etc. Thus, one draws a distinction between the two types of rhymes–-as “ephemeral,” or immortal, or perhaps even better called, “perpetual.”
As such, one can clearly see delineated such rhymes which only last a short time, with those which carry through an entire piece, or, as may be the case, a larger part of a much larger piece.
It makes more sense to me when I look at it. What one usually sees would be AABA, CCBA, etc, but where “A” feels like a “first rhyme” “C” really feels like a “second” (or a B) but, in this kind of numbering, “C” generally means “3″ which makes the notation confusing, and one has to think about it a bit more, to decipher.
And as I think of it more, I think the appropriate version of the above would be:
AA1A, BB1B, etc.
This is because, while it is highly unlikely that there would be a large number of ephemeral rhymes, or at least those for which the alphabet could not be recycled, there could potentially be–in a very long piece–any number of perpetual rhymes. And using the lowercase ‘x’ makes sense for non rhyming lines as well.
And a compressed scheme (or lines with internal rhymes such as the final couplet here could be in brackets of some kind. For this, I have generally been using square brackets. This would give the above sonnet as:
AA1A, BB1B, CC1C, [DD][1D]
…is a reverse of the form I invented not long ago. Rather than ABAC form with the final couplet a compressed version of the above, with the A rhymes being unique to each quatrain and hiding in each line of the final couplet, the reverse is done. For both the following examples, the unique rhymes are done in a shade of blue, and the rhymes that carry through the entire piece are in red and green. Here is the original form:
By any song, in night, that dost thou sing,
If with thy lips shalt sing, my dearest one;
Or make to sing my soul, thy touch doth bring;
Or strong thine arms surroundeth, sing my heart.And when thy smile doth sing, to heal, to rest;
And sing to fret the tyme away, undone
By song; yet still the finer am I blest
By music, by thy words, and by thine art.But only thus, thy song shouldst bid me sleep–
Thy song, my shelter, sweep away the sun,
I beg the promise of thy song, and weep
That shouldst thou hold mee fast, and ne’r us partUntil thy quiet fight–when hast thou won–
Requite the day, that thou expressed: Depart!
So the new form has quatrains of BACA form. This creates strong rhymes on the strong lines (lines 2 and 4 of each quatrain–or group of four lines) And also gives the compressed couplet a strong set of rhymes in the form EE, and where in B and C are internal to each of the two final line–or the couplet, as it is called, giving it the form (B) E (C) E.
Is it starlight–doth shimmer down from sky,
Bereft of cloud, that doth pretend such grace?
And is it moonlight, floating down, as show,
She doth, configuration’s subtle face–As though, to cover all, she doth thereby
Intrude, and douse these tiny candles–cool;
As her reflection, ripples undergo,
With counter-sparkle in a quiet pool?Is it lamplight–that she doth overfly
From out a window, for its calm, perform?
Or is it firelight, setting us aglow,
For which she doth abound, surrounding warm?Romantic, doth she try her hand, her charm
Protecting us, as though from storm, and harm.
…is very like inventing a new form of buggy whip. I have two–among many more such–friends who think it’s wonderful that I write sonnets, but who are unable to apprehend them. Public education has–and in my very humble opinion, quite very deliberately–failed these dear souls; something for which I would like to see the guilty pay the appropriate price. What would be the price paid for destroying a mind? Lobotomy, I think, if the universe were fair–which of course it is not.
David Emeron: Sonnets 