Portrait of Percy Bysshe Shelley by Joseph Severn‘In the Poetry Writing Workshop’ and Other Poetry by William Ruleman The Society August 2, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 5 Comments In the Poetry Writing Workshop “Milton conceived the Paradise Lost as a whole before he executed it in portions. We have his own authority also for the Muse having ‘dictated’ to him the ‘unpremeditated song’, and let this be answer to those who would allege the fifty-six various readings of the first line of the Orlando Furioso. Compositions so produced are to poetry what mosaic is to painting.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley, A Defence of Poetry “Consider your poem a mosaic,” Said the well-meaning poet-critic. Well, I’d paid for his advice, And he acted kind of nice, Though when I saw him regale That blond and buxom female, I knew she would be his star. He’d take her, yes, and far. “What? Poetry—emotion? Where’d you get that notion? Eliot tells us ‘feeling.’ Just don’t send our senses reeling. And what? You said inspiration? Be wary of sudden sensation. How much would it trouble you To follow Richard W.? A poem is like a fine wine, Nuances in every line. If you grasp all at once, It must be the work of a dunce. A poem should not mean but be. Will I have to give you a C?” Well, all this seemed fine and good. I said that I’d understood. But what of the mind’s “fading coal” And the God-besotted soul? In my ear whispered Shelley: “This fellow’s a nervous Nellie.” An Invitation to my precious C. R. I am a poet. I live in Fantasy Land. I told my friends this once, and they all laughed. Now everyone I meet thinks I am daft. But come. Let me take you by the hand . . . Do let us sit together, here on the sand, For I can help young poets hone their craft. Oh dear. I’ll have to give this one the shaft. The books we’ll write together will all be banned. We’ll never get to Stockholm at this rate. It’s time for a really sharp volta. I like this font. Or shall we make a caesura . . . You say you Kant? I want you to write like me. An’ be wise and great. So lemme take you by the hand. For I am a Poet. I’ll show you Fantasy Land. William Ruleman is Professor of English at Tennessee Wesleyan University. His most recent books include From Rage to Hope (White Violet Books, 2016), Munich Poems, and Salzkammergut Poems (the latter two from Cedar Springs Books, also 2016). NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. 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David Paul Behrens August 2, 2018 Here are some random thoughts on poetry: I have often thought of writing poetry as painting a picture with words. Sometimes the meaning is precise, sometimes the painting is abstract. I am often criticized for the lack of meter in my poetry, which is probably warranted, and is a result of a lack of technique in the writing of it. I basically have no technique or structural strategy when I write a poem. The words enter my head and I write them down, almost as if someone or something is dictating it. I seem to have a natural talent for rhyming, which I am sure is also true for many of you who contribute to this website. Sometimes I think in rhymes. So basically, I write down my thoughts and call it poetry. This may seem funny to all of you literary scholars, but it occurred to me only yesterday that I need to go to the library, check out some books by classical poets, and study them. Perhaps such activity will have an influence on my thought patterns and cause me to write in a more classical vein. I know what some of you who read this must be thinking. Why didn’t you realize this long ago? “Better late than never.” Hopefully, not too late. Reply DPB August 2, 2018 I would like to amend the comments above, in that my poetry is not entirely devoid of any structure. I do write in verses, usually quatrains. Reply Leave a Reply to Connor Rosemond Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.