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title: On formal poetry
genre: verse
id: onformalpoetry
toc: "On formal poetry"
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
class: elegies
order: 12
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link: feedingtheraven
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- title: I am
link: i-am
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| I think that I could write formal poems
| exclusively, or at least inclusive
| with all the other stuff I write
| I guess. Of course, I've already written
| a few, this one included, though "formal"
| is maybe a stretch. Is blank verse a form?
| What is form anyway? I picture old
| women counting [stitches on their knitting][knitting],
| keeping iambs next to iambs in lines
| as straight and sure as arrows. But my sock
| is lumpy, poorly made: it's beginning
| to unravel. Stresses don't line up. Syl-
| lables forced to fit like [McNugget][] molds.
| That cliché on the arrow? I'm aware.
| My prepositions too---God, where's it stop?
| The answer: never. I will never stop
| writing poems, or hating what I write.
[knitting]: roughgloves.html
[McNugget]: ronaldmcdonald.html
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