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rymenhild posted about double dactyls as procrastination measure. Since then, I have written three, and, okay, DORKERY ALERT: guys, I had forgotten how much I love strict-form poetry! I've never been much of a person for crosswords or sudoku, but I imagine that the feeling of satisfaction that other people get from completing those kinds of puzzles is the same kind of joy that I get from strict-form poetry. There's something just immensely pleasing about shuffling through the vast array of words that are available in the English language and picking some out and arranging the stresses and syllables and rhymes so that they come out correctly. (And, if you're lucky, the completed product also has some kind of aesthetic or entertainment value, although I am not claiming that particularly for any that I have ever written.)
Anyway. Because of my rediscovered joy in strict-form poetry, and because it is a beautiful and sunny day outside and I am having great difficulty in concentrating on work, I am turning Rym's idea into a challenge!
The game is this: write me a strict-form poem - haiku, limerick, double dactyl, sonnet, sestina (if you are feeling really immensely impressive) about the fictional work of your choice, and I will respond in kind. And we can keep going for as long as we have stamina. (Or end after one round. Whichever! Also, if you write me a sestina, I, uh, don't promise a speedy turnaround on that one.)
rymenhild posted about double dactyls as procrastination measure. Since then, I have written three, and, okay, DORKERY ALERT: guys, I had forgotten how much I love strict-form poetry! I've never been much of a person for crosswords or sudoku, but I imagine that the feeling of satisfaction that other people get from completing those kinds of puzzles is the same kind of joy that I get from strict-form poetry. There's something just immensely pleasing about shuffling through the vast array of words that are available in the English language and picking some out and arranging the stresses and syllables and rhymes so that they come out correctly. (And, if you're lucky, the completed product also has some kind of aesthetic or entertainment value, although I am not claiming that particularly for any that I have ever written.)Anyway. Because of my rediscovered joy in strict-form poetry, and because it is a beautiful and sunny day outside and I am having great difficulty in concentrating on work, I am turning Rym's idea into a challenge!
The game is this: write me a strict-form poem - haiku, limerick, double dactyl, sonnet, sestina (if you are feeling really immensely impressive) about the fictional work of your choice, and I will respond in kind. And we can keep going for as long as we have stamina. (Or end after one round. Whichever! Also, if you write me a sestina, I, uh, don't promise a speedy turnaround on that one.)
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Date: 2010-03-19 03:26 pm (UTC)Surprise snow day means
Golden Girls on the TV.
It snowed there once.
It was magic snow
in the season two Christmas
episode. (Flurries.
Miami is not
a winter weather hotspot.)
They had the Beach Boys
on the jukebox in
the diner. I may play the
jukebox at the bar
if I go get a
biscuit. This requires prying
myself away from
the TV. Funny
how much reluctance I have,
considering I've
seen this episode
(and this season) seven times
at least. The best part
is (of course!) the clothes.
Thank you for being a friend.
Yay, comfort TV.
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Date: 2010-03-19 03:40 pm (UTC)Most of what I know
About Golden Girls, I must
Confess, is just this:
Mussolini once
Had a fling with Sophia
(but they didn't have
Any fanfic kids
At least so far as I know
Though I could be wrong!)
Someday, though, I will
Remedy this tragic lack.
It would help if you
Came to New York, and
Made me watch it! (Thank you, too.)
In the meantime, you
Enjoy your snow day
And your biscuit! (Speaking of,
Now I'm hungry too.)
- I was gonna end
On that note, but I was just
Struck now with a thought:
Magic snow? That means
There MUST BE a crossover
Golden Girls/Buffy!
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Date: 2010-03-19 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-19 04:14 pm (UTC)Haiku: easiest form, totally based on syllables; first line 5, second line 7, third line 5. (See example above.)
Limericks look like this:
There once was a [something] from [rhyme]
Who syllables syllables rhyme
He different rhyme
This rhymes with that rhyme
And now we're back to the first rhyme!
Sonnets are the ones that are fourteen lines: each line is iambic pentameter (unSTRESS unSTRESS unSTRESS unSTRESS unSTRESS), and the rhyme scheme is ABAB ABAB CDECDE, or alternately ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
As for double dactyls,
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Date: 2010-03-19 04:44 pm (UTC)There once was a boy named Oz
Who was damned without knowing the cause
With allies employed
Fabrication destroyed
Long as the seals hand in is pause
...that could have been a tad more elegant.
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Date: 2010-03-19 06:13 pm (UTC)Or, for example,
There once was a boy named Fakir
Who suspected his death scene was near.
He shouted and snarked
As the story embarked -
Does crankiness overcome fear?
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Date: 2010-03-19 04:47 pm (UTC)Nemuro Kinenkan
Honours the mem'ry of
One hundred dead
(One hopes its contractor
Checked the school's building codes
Inflammability
Should go unsaid.)
* Both of these are onomatopoetic Japanese adverbs that mean something like 'exactly' or 'precisely'.
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Date: 2010-03-19 06:30 pm (UTC)Kashira kashira!
Anthy Himemiya's
Pet monkey Chuchu is
At it again -
Anthropomorphical
Isn't unusual;
What's with the kendo and
Air of disdain?
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Date: 2010-03-19 05:44 pm (UTC)Wendy, Watsonian,
follows the Middleman
looking for clues;
"That's not a clue, Dub Dub,
that's a jam sandwich! (http://beatonna.livejournal.com/113738.html)" The
Middleman wrestles; her
clone is subdued.
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Date: 2010-03-19 06:49 pm (UTC)Nonetheless, in the spirit of the game:
"Algernon's Bunbury!"
wonders the Middleman:
"Who sent these weapons and
gadgets and things?"
Ida has trademarked her
Unflappability:
"I heard Obama (that
hippie.)" (Oh zing!)
three guesses who this is about and the first two don't count
Date: 2010-03-19 08:25 pm (UTC)Stretching towards the sky; earn
Your happy ending.
variations on a theme!
Date: 2010-03-19 11:20 pm (UTC)(Fairy tales have rules -
but after the closing line
new stories begin.)
Once upon a time -
He shook his head, lifted pen,
and wrote: Here and now . . .
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Date: 2010-03-19 08:28 pm (UTC)Lirael and Sam worry themselves.
The Old Kingdom waits.
*eyes that* Not my best but I'm deep in plotting OOMs so its on my mind.
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Date: 2010-03-19 11:23 pm (UTC)Though he's got the fur
(and attitude) - remember
Mogget's not a cat.
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Date: 2010-03-19 11:30 pm (UTC)Jane and Tom are caught,
Dancing and falling in love.
No chance of their life.
Wow, that turned out depressing but its a sad canon.
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Date: 2010-03-19 11:53 pm (UTC)while quite common in fiction
rarely turn out well. :(
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Date: 2010-03-20 12:04 am (UTC)Since everyone needs a happy ending,
Miss Jane Austen too.
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Date: 2010-03-20 12:07 am (UTC)After all, she never wrote
an unhappy book.
(Satirical, yes;
but all of her heroines
ended up quite well.)
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Date: 2010-03-20 12:12 am (UTC)Of equals and true love,
It must be her turn.
Um.
Date: 2010-03-19 08:31 pm (UTC)Gluttony the hungry,
longed for the world to be
inside his maw;
Lust, as his mom or sis, sighed
"No, you can't eat that." Alas!
Inflammability
proved a fatal flaw.
Re: Um.
Date: 2010-03-19 11:48 pm (UTC)Kusatta kisama!
Here storms Olivier;
who dares to face down the
Great Northern Wall?
Alex cries, "sister! Your
insensitivity!"
Alex goes flying out
into the hall.
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Date: 2010-03-19 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-19 11:51 pm (UTC)