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You know, I heard about this really great invention once.

I think it was called "paragraphs" or something, I forget.

shit.

utter shit.

isn't there a crappy poetry forum somewhere on the web? why must people polute our discordian forum with something as structured as poetry? verse, meter, rhyme, reason...it's really pretty aneristic when you think about it...and to make matters worse, 99% of it (at least what gets posted here) is absolute and total self-indulgent crap that wouldn't pass muster in a 3rd grade creative writing class...

just sayin'

Cool

Before you go off on a tangent about structure and how it is aneristic, pause and consider which is more "grey":

a). A completely structureless, formless venting of words which apparently convey some deep, meaninful message about the nature of reality and is only intelligible to the author and perhaps a few people of the same persuasion.

2). Something which accomplishes the above, or even carries subversive messages or in-jokes (if a metaphor, say, is considered from a specific angle), all within the "aneristic" structure of a "grey" poem. To convey the essence of chaos and disorder within a structured, mundane code-vessel is surely more impressive.

I would also direct you toward the fact that order and chaos can be viewed in different ways: A finite, closed system of molecules could be said to be aneristic if it were homogenous throughout - you will always find the same things, with the same average momentums and so on. If the system had molecules arranged in a specific shape (an "order" of molecules, perhaps) the result would be eristic because the vectors could not have been predicted.

In addition to this I direct you to page 00056.

and to make matters worse, 99% of it (at least what gets posted here) is absolute and total self-indulgent crap that wouldn't pass muster in a 3rd grade creative writing class...

I would, however, agree with this. Poetry for poetry's sake alone is a different thing altogether.

The matter realised at this point
Of all the mesons and the quarks
Between the interstitial joint
Were none of matter light or dark
But matter hitherto unknown
And undescribed by natural law
The fact remained that it had grown
Upon the interstice, and more
The matter in itself was strange
And in this state it was to bide
Across the interstice it ranged
The hadrons plaintively denied
That such a thing could yet exist
A physical solecism
It seethed within obscuring mist
The interstice became a schism
A membranous division parts
The matter travels, as a beam
Diffuses as its journey starts
The product of a quantum dream.

I have
a fish.
He used to be black
but now
he is
orange.

The Schrodinger's Cat (I don't care about the O with th dots) trilogy is Confusing in the order (Illuminatus trilogy)*n where n is... I dunno, like, this REALLY BIG prime number or something.

I find it annoying when Wilson arbitrarily decides to write an entire paragraph without punctuation in that book.

Incidentally, is anyone else of the opinion that the "Alice in Wonderland" books are good discordian reading? (In the right context, of course).

Too philsophical a response to my 'poetry' methinks.

Glad I can keep fooling people. My ability to write complete utter bullshit about other people's poems got me in the top 5 for my english literature exam

It sucks?

Then I returned to the present;


and ate cooked pheasant;


with lime.

How can a poem containing these lines suck? Just look at the many-layered complexities, the deep metaphor, the wry social criticism of today's world contained within the lines! This is an incredibly articulate piece of writing that works on many levels. The writer's deepest subconscious tumult is carried across in the rhythmic, yet irregular sporadic bursts of raw emotion!

^ Now THAT is proper poetry.