Constraints and Procedural writing
I understand the idea of constraints as far as procedural writing goes (if those two even go together, if not then I am obviously an idiot). It makes sense that when writing under a certain procedure, like a sonnet as explained, that the poet has to adhere to certain constraints or rules that make said piece of writing a sonnet. You can't call yourself a basketball player if you are kicking the ball. Conversely, I really like proceduralism mainly because I like the detached feeling portrayed. In Kasey's case, using only the salutations of his emails gives no feeling to the work, no forethought, and no emotion; the poem is strictly what it is meant to be (a found poem from already written texts in various emails).
Aleatory writing
I see how this type of writing is very close in nature to stream of consciousness. Though I very closely agree with a point brought up by Kasey about thoughts being random. I agree that it is very difficult not to censor your thoughts, and nearly impossible to maintain that there is no invisible net inside your head that doesn't screen things to an extent. Randomization of thought is a very tricky idea to grasp because how can thoughts truly be random if you (or I) are the one thinking them and each of us does have our own unique quirks and dispositions that motivate our thoughts.
Free Verse
I think it is ironic how free verse in itself becomes a tradition or a procedure. If you look at a common accepted definition that free-verse is sort of "everything else" that doesn't fit a specific mold, constraint, procedure or tradition, then isn't it still fitting all of those things in itself. Can you play a game that has no rules? Not really because a game with no rules has one rule: there are no rules. I think free verse is the same type of catch-22. Though it adheres to no specific rule in conjunction with rhyme, meter, assonance, etc. by not adhering to those constraints, free verse poems are adhering to the rule that they don't adhere to those rules...if that makes sense.
----------------------------------Poem begins...now
Sitting Shirtless
I am here in the morning darkness
since
my mother's apartment has poor illumination.
And as I write for class,
trying to continue to type
but deleting when I see fit
I pause to scratch my face
seconds ago.
I scanned back to Kasey's blog
in order to see
if this poem, would fit the criteria
he laid out. I am still unsure.
It is early still
to some people
but the morning is more than half over.
I, on the other hand, am unemployed.
--------------------------------------------------poem over
That's it for now, it is time to look at some other blogs and wait for the responses to come rollin in...
No comments:
Post a Comment