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Punctuating Poetry Part TwoShifting GearsPunctuating Poetry Part Two by LaMonaca
The great thing about punctuation is that there is rarely one single, correct, perfect way to punctuate a poem. Given to a number of different poets, a poem could be punctuated and re-punctuated in as many different ways.
So let's take a breather from so many rules and look at Leave the Door Open, by KrystalIce:
Damn; I should've left the door open.
At first glance, this could make a grammarian twitch! It's just a jumble of symbols and shapes and - hey, take a deep breath. Come back down from Oxford and pay attention.
This poem is an example of using punctuation, not just to punctuate ideas but to illustrate
Punctuating Poetry Part OneSome people believe poetry shouldn't be punctuated and others are still taught to put a comma after every new line. So where is the balance? What does one - especially one new or growing in poetry - do? Well, that's simple: a poet must punctuate with purpose!Punctuating Poetry Part One by LaMonaca
In order to punctuate with purpose, however, a poet must understand two things: what she wants to achieve with the poem and what a piece of punctuation can achieve in a poem. This means a poet must understand more than the common rules of punctuation; she must know the effect that certain punctuation points can have on a reader or in a text.
This overview tackles punctuation in poetry from a practical standpoint, but it's important to note that while there are "rules" for punctuation, and while there are even some "rules" for poetry, there are no set-in-stone conventional rules for punctuation in poetry. There are schools of thought, and linguistic philosophy runs amuck, but there is nothing definit
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide by WordCount
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
Showing, Part OneShowing, Part One by onewordatatime
If you've ever taken a class in creative writing, you've no doubt heard the teacher repeat the phrase, "Show, don't tell" over and over again. While there are few hardest rules in creative writing, this persistent little mantra might be the ultimate. Teachers and writers who write about writing spout it out all the time, but what does it mean anyway? After, isn't all writing really "telling" on some level?
It's best to view "showing" not as a single technique, but a summation of the most effective writing techniques. If we know anything about poetry, it's that the best poetry usually conjures specific and concrete images. Beyond language itself, images are the meat and bones of poetry. So goes most of prose as well. The prose writer has the added duty of creating situations and characters that seem real and believable.
Showing invites the reader into the world of out poem and story. If the reader can see, smell, taste, and feel the world through our writing, the reader is more
Active and Passive VoiceActive and Passive Voice by onewordatatime
Active voice occurs when the subject or agent in the sentence performs the action, often towards an object. For example, let's look at the following sentence written in active voice:
Katie spilled the milk.
In this sentence, Katie is the subject, and she performs the action (spilling) on the direct object (the milk.) The most obvious way to spot active voice is through the use of active verbs, which are simply verbs that express actions. In most cases, the sentence will take on the simple form of the tense it's in, whether past, present, or future.
In passive voice, the object being acted upon is emphasized over the agent. A passive version of the previous sentence would look like this:
The milk was spilled by Katie.
In this sentence, our object (the milk) appears before the action (was spilled) and the agent (Katie.) You will also notice that this sentence is in the progressive fo
Write Better: Read MoreWe didn't believe it, either, but you really can learn a lot from reading a book! If you've ever wanted some worthwhile advice from someone other than your high school English teacher, this is the place to look. The authors below are experts in their fields, well-respected and admired by accomplished writers from all over the world, and we're bringing you a list of their most prized and collectively-effective books. (Tried-and-tested by our worthy administrators, no less!)Write Better: Read More by WordCount
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The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process by LaMonaca
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
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Found poetry 2: Goodbye kissLovestruck steps
in the middle of the pavement.
A parting embrace,
until you see each other again,
reunited on the platform.
No word or gesture
and friendly combat.
A Little Bit of Mereading
who I am
feeling left out
and very real
face things that scare
Found poetry 1Ignorance growing stronger
the heart hears signals of departure.
our simple realm.
Each day to cower before beauty.
Pain is all that is left.
Tumblers of clover,
all joy made alive.
Voices from another life!
Dimly NightI spread forth in darkness
… I fade away.
I looked out from myself…
I go naked about
The bridge between.
The life-dwelling bosoms are flaccid,
The sleepless widow,
A body not evil enough.
Steady strength borne continually,
but with darkness yet.
I grow fainter
Amid the weeping…
What you call science...from humanity's far future
frozen in time
at the end of the universe
never moving, never different
in perpetual darkness
a glimmer of the world's past
where the sea boils
when sunlight creeps back
an alien worker,
Thor wielded a large hammer,
pounded on man-made trouble
until Earth's wildest joined together
fist-shaped and broken
but a better world
Obey This Strange AdventureIt's
Cento: Lady Gaia's RobeGather ye rosebuds while ye may
the last-past frosts tributes of pleasure-bring.
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
embroidered all with leaves of myrtle,
More lovely and more temperate:
beauty born of murmuring sound
For lady you deserve this state;
Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
vaster than empires, and more slow.
You may for ever tarry.
Found poetry 3: Let your heart flyYours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
the unchanging earth,
if you can wait and not be tired of waiting.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
to build with words
an indestructible bridge
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
Who knows where I'll be next;
I won't tattoo remembering with forgetting.
I am the darker brother
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
where ignorant armies clash by night.
My tactic is:
Let your heart dance,
Let your heart sing,
Let your heart fly to the wind!
remaining in your memories
where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
of silver born in you,
come dance for us here in the light!
So that between us
there is no curtain
Found Poetry #6 - Quote CentoDelta dawn
The lives of
Black moon spell
The world was once
That doesn't exist anymore
Only the strong will survive
Practitioners of the imagination
Laboratory of dreams
Seen burning in my eyes
They know the truth
You're gonna miss me
And I know the truth
Lost some of its luster
You'd say you love me
Just as it is in yours
But I know through mine
You were looking in yours
Without your wound
and warmth to the heart
Look in my eyes
Where would your power be
A Dark Lover's RitualElizabeth was of a calmer and more concentrated disposition; but, with all my ardour, I was capable of a more intense application and was more deeply smitten with the thirst for knowledge.
Our circle will be small but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune.
I knew that I was preparing for myself a deadly torture, but I was the slave, not the master, of an impulse which I detested yet could not disobey.
The triumph of my enemy increased with the difficulty of my labours.
Elizabeth seemed happy; my tranquil demeanour contributed greatly to calm her mind.
I recollected my threat and resolved that it should be accomplished.
Shall I, in cool blood, set loose upon the earth a daemon whose delight is in death and wretchedness?
I love you very tenderly. Remember me with affection, should you never hear from me again.
Those were the last moments of my life during which I enjoyed the feeling of happiness.
She wept with me and for me.
Found Poetry #5 - CentoAn isolate realm of garden, circled round
Gardens they have looked upon
Symphonic beauty that some god forgot
And so the space
The god of gardens must have made
And so now love
A whelming tide, upon the waiting soul
Visions shall come, incredible hopes from far
But I was mute with passionate prophecies
I am the Woman, ark of the law and its breaker
I am also the Mother of two that I bore
I comfort and feed the slayer, feed and comfort the slain
I am also the Spirit, the sisters laughed
Visions that witches brew
Opened the gates of dawn—
And thine the heart of wildness quick to beat
Some more elusive symphony
Of my still consciousness
Moon of poets dead and gone,
Enfolds the spirit in its silver haze;
Drifts through the air, and the sarcophagus
While universe drifted by after still universe
To hiding night or tuning "symphonies"
Lie dead within four walls
That wander on through space
Talking to Oneselfit matters not how strait the gate,
the moment you're born
and he names the sky his own
and if it is a despot you would dethrone,
see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed
on the back of the wind
lies to last you a lifetime
beyond this place of wrath and tears
and if it is a fear you would dispel,
the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared
but one day, for example,
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
out of the night that covers me,
and when the shadow fades and is no more,
the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light
and if it is a care you would cast off,
that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you
your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
in the fell clutch of circumstance
so he opens his throat to sing
Found poetry 4: There are no answersThe conflict out there is fierce,
why can’t people accept me for who I am?
I’m a Muslim, is that a problem?
Is it because you like men?
Tradition of family,
respect and honour.
I can’t work without him,
an instant connection.
No one would see us.
Get away from that world,
breathe a new air!
Life should be lived!
I want to have passion,
this is my destiny!
In London we felt free,
we’ve finally made it!
We are all here,
gone slightly rogue.
I don’t have answers.
I can’t find peace of mind
not being able to do anything.
I have this life
pushing people out of the way.
One great sadness,
there are no answers.
Flashing blue lights,
red blanket on the floor.
Call me now,
I want to be happy,
love and acceptance.
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