might this be the forum I seek

[r~]

Might this be the forum I seek?

concerning the worth of poetry in politics and religion and science
I seek a forum that offers kind and well reasoned conversation and just happen upon wonder whether this site might suffer an infestation of trolls and zealous moderators and other critics of what I might say I see.

def: troll
one that avoids answer to the first and current and last question I posed
syn: hi jack

def: oxymoron
zealous moderator
syn: hi jack

these are mine own rules of kind and well reasoned [good] conversation.101
A. Kindly tell better.
1. Answer the first and last 0P questions.
2. If words in phrase of mine happen to shower you with ignorance, type the best you imagine I might be trying to say and I will try to enlighten you even better.
3. Cite the next one liner you imagine is not relevant to my thread and I will attempt to enlighten you to its relevance.

def: caveat emptor
no guarantees

What is the most politically correct word I might type to mark those that tend to subvert what I most clearly see.

Does anti- sum it up or down?
How does this forum’s rules of [/good] conversation differ from mine?

ItS
peace
r~
[color]who admoderates zealous moderators[/color]

[McCulloch]

Moderator Action

Moved to Random Ramblings. Please review the Rules and Tips on starting a debate topic.


This is a debating site not a poetry exhibition. I suppose that there is a place for the type of writing that you do, but the precision of thought required for reasoned debate is not one of them. I doubt that you would be deemed to be a suitable candidate for a employment if your resume was written in your idiosyncratic style. If you need an outlet for this stuff, you might do well to consider a different forum.

You might call me old school or maybe even zealously moderate, but I tend to favour poetry that includes rhyme and meter.

[dianaiad]

Now, I like poetry that doesn't always employ identifiable rhyme or meter. Doing that right is HARD...I think the last poet to pull it off well was John Keates.

Or maybe Dorothy Parker.

Whatever....

Random Ramblings might be the best place for you, ~r.

[ThatGirlAgain]

[Replying to post 3 by dianaiad]

Some favorite blank verse.

Sandinista Avioncitos
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The little airplanes of the heart
with their brave little propellers
What can they do
against the winds of darkness
even as butterflies are beaten back
by hurricanes
yet do not die
They lie in wait wherever
they can hide and hang
their fine wings folded
and when the killer-wind dies
they flutter forth again
into the new-blown light
live as leaves


Casabianca
- Elizabeth Bishop

Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite "The boy stood on
the burning deck." Love's the son
stood stammering elocution
while the poor ship in flames went down.

Love's the obstinate boy, the ship,
even the swimming sailors, who
would like a schoolroom platform, too,
or an excuse to stay
on deck. And love's the burning boy.

Of course there is nothing wrong with rhyme and meter.

Fire and Ice
- Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

You can even go wild with it.

Rhyming Trochaic Octameter (Modified)

I love long teleconferences where I am expected to just keep my mouth shut, especially when my boss and the guy I share an office with are both on vacation. Likewise headphones so I have both hands free. Too bad there are not many of them anymore.


Until the next lucky break...


Moira

[dianaiad]

Ah, thank you, ThatGirl...

I'm a little more, er, 'established?"

W.B Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert.

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Though I do love Frost.

[ThatGirlAgain]

For some reason, The Second Coming always makes me think of the end of Dover Beach (Matthew Arnold).

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.



Need some Frost to counteract that

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Or this, from Birches

I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May not fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.


Teleconference is over. People will be walking around and I need to look busy.

Some other time, I guess.

[r~]

for lack of, comma

McCulloch;
with power comes so much greater responsibility, and thank you thank you 0 thank you most kindly for not arbitrarily deleting my posts and banning me for life, for power corrupts like that
what do supporters call banning on account of hijacking my very own Original Post and following thread, in a supposed science forum no less
who fears what I might say I see, who wants to continue good conversation after rude interruption

no matter answer,V
Do inuit that thrive in the glow of colden dark know muskoxen are really just extremely evolved and very stinky sheep, do you think they really care? Might you observe a religion that rejoices in poetry and science and well regulated governance here on earth? I do.

def; PTSD
I will assume you will also, until you prove me wrong

0ops I dood it, again
I meant to begin this thread in Comments, Suggestions and Questions and here you and we tango over syntax, where to begin again

danmark and dianaiad and ThatGirlAgain:
there you go, and thanks all again, esp. sam and doug
For I also love the whey poetry rings in rhythms right for everybody and mind and soul. I enjoy the precision that advances better understanding in better and fewer and more perfect poetic words. And 0h does that make trolls cry and zealous moderators howl and threaten and ban.

I will be back, again
ItS
peace
r~,

[McCulloch]

[Replying to post 7 by r~]

You know the guy who wears a Scottish kilt to a business meeting, orders a milkshake at a cocktail lounge, wears a clown suit on the subway or sings Gilbert and Sullivan in algebra class. You are that guy.

[r~]

I am not 0ne to disrupts good conversation. That you see not the difference tells more about you than me that you might want those like you better see.

troll@your own risk
ItS
peace
rwyett~

[r~]

wrong, again
I am not the one that disrupts kind and well reasoned conversation and those that see this not might not want to tell of ignorance.
fore I danse with trolls, and other fallen angels

troll@your own expense
ronw