Lucky that I signed up to take Fantasy and Science Fiction: The Human Mind, Our Modern World through the University of Michigan via Coursera. Lots of reading and even writing, so less time for aimless posting. Win for the
Also: American Scholar's Next Line, Please is crowd-sourcing a sonnet. Of course we're helping. The lines so far
How like a prison is my cubicleto which I added 'Succumb to poetic insanity' and several others. Lots of good lines in the comments. Stay tuned for tomorrow's Line 6.
And yet how far my mind can freely roam
From gaol to Jerusalem, Hell to home.
Freedom ends or starts with a funeral.
Say what must die inside that I may not
Has imagism been forgotten? No. After the deconstruction of yesterday, Ernest Hemingway came to mind, saying, "... write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know," which he said about novels, but is probably even more true about poetry. Write one true line, or create one true image. And the poem should spin from there. So that's what I'm working on now -- silently in my head, you are welcome, dear
The New Yorker has a lengthy and illuminating article about novelist John Green, he of Twitter and YouTube fame and author of The Fault in Our Stars. Yea, he wrote a good book but he lives in Indianapolis and doesn't hate it, which gets him points in my book.
I gotta go learn some science fiction fairy tale stuff.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra ... a tone poem by Richard Strauss. Composed in 1896 and inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche's novel. Is that imagist, or what? The tone poem, not Nietzsche.