[stylist] Poem - "Advice" - First Draft

[William L Houts]

Hi Jackie,

I guess I'll have to start using a spellchecker, as you say.  I hate to 
do it --I have pride issues surrounding my excellent spelling in 
general, but I can't be posting incomprehensible poems to Stylist if I 
want people to spend their valuable time on them. With doleful thanks,


--Bill






On 1/30/2015 10:01 AM, Jackie Williams wrote:
> Bill,
> On your poem, Advice, a few remarks. It is very original in your use of
> words, and perhaps original words. There  are some phrases that are really
> good. " kiss the sun with syllables," "and park it in that chair you style
> for tapping true your poet guile." Both "killables" and billables" are
> clever words for this Ars Poetica poem.
> A few suggestions. I do not think you are using your spell check to correct
> the words that do not have spaces between them, and therefore are
> unintelligible. Sometimes spelling these out letter by letter helps me, but
> I should not have to do that unless it is a made up word or phrase.
> I think your first attempt at meter and rhyme indicate that you should stick
> with it. It imposes a discipline of its own on the writer that I believe is
> of benefit to the brain function of the visually impaired.
>
>
> Jackie Lee
>
> Time is the school in which we learn.
> Time is the fire in which we burn.
> Delmore Schwartz	
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> Houts via stylist
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> HI Blinks,
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> Here's this morning's poem.  It's in more or less even quatrains, but
> the rhyme scheme is wild and woolly.  I'm currently really into fuffing
> around with rhyme schemes and meter, and on the meta level, that's what
> this one's really about, although the theme is almost embarrassinly
> classical.
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> --Bill
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> Advice
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> Pour your cup of brainlight brave,
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> stagger down the hall becalmed,
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> and park it in that chair you style
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> for tapping true your poet guile.
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> kisss the sun with syllables
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> asdolphin keen as wallace words
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> edit out the killables
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> and rate your work as billables.
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> Advice comes cheap, so toss this note
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> let slip the dogs of fire heart,
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> and take your royal waiting part
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> as poet of the seeker: gay
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> as stars, and twice as bright,
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> as Adam naming Eden beasts,
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> O captain of the phrasingfeasts,
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> you letter-light, you bard.
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"