>>1127
I bet your teacher probably had a fun time reading the pieces by you and your classmates.
I wish I could remember those old pieces I shat out as a kid. To this day I'm trying to recreate (because I lost the original) a childish parody I made of Up on the Housetop, but Santa Claus is armed and pissed and evil.
>were you around six or so years ago when there was an /eris/ poetry jam thread?
I was not. I know only the rumor of it. I only found /eris/ comparatively recently. I was surprised to find the lack of a poetry thread, figured the board probably could use one.
I came to find new authors, but wouldn't mind seeing a lil Jam go on. I certainly have a few pieces to add
>>1128
I never read Lackadaisy, but I'll make an effort to do so, after reading that piece.
I think contextless academia makes poetry boring and dry, albeit it may help if a piece flies over the head. I remember hating poetry as a child, it never made sense to me. My mind could only comprehend animation as expression. I cannot recall when this changed. For me, making poetry these is my way to make something creative.
Rap on the other hand has constantly turned my head with a few profound lyrics I've heard. I don't resonate much with it, therefore I'm not much a rap fan, but I respect beauty and quality and expression. A friend of mine is a big fan of MF DOOM. He's an artist I enjoy, albeit none of his pieces are on my playlist.
>As if this fucker actually just woke up and decided to write about...
I've always enjoyed that perspective, spontaneity is the spice life needs. Creating the things you wanna see and so forth. But sometimes a message is important too, I guess.
Here's my contribute to any potential Jam:
With a Golden Apple clutched in his hand,
Paris was called to judge Beauty’s cruel gate.
The three blessed Goddesses, each grandly planned
Their gifts as bribes entwined with Lust and Fate.
To choose the Fairest is to tempt and dare,
Because Passion’s kiss can lead one to Strife;
Yet in that fatal moment, bold and rare,
He had grasped at a fleeting Taste of Life.
Though Death will follow after Pleasure’s song,
It is in ecstasy where we find breath;
Yet Love’s star-crossed embrace can feel so strong,
That we will madly chase it—Life or Death.
So let us sing high of Paris’ plight,
His young Heart ignited by Desire;
For in choosing his Love beneath the Night,
He danced happy upon a funeral pyre.
