Poetry
When words have no rules or regulations
And a sentence has no bounds
That is where the poet hides
Where truth can still be found
The word is mightier than the sword they say
When words are truly free
Poetry is the words of a poet
Then the poet has the power of Thee
There is a lesson to learn in poetry
A remedy and a cure
For poetry are words of freedom
And in freedom the truth shall set us free
What is the truth One wonders
In the phrase and phrases of a rhyme
The true poetry of a free poet
Will bring equality to All in Just time
For freedom is equality
Unity of not only mankind
The true words of a poets? poetry
Is the beautiful true Oneness of All kind.
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MJA

Poetry? OK. Now you are getting into my life. And that of a friend and brother in Canada. Let me explain. My writing began as poetry. Short-lived, but fun-all, or most all, of my epics were lost during my visit to Canada in 1969. Long time ago. Well, three and four decades later, I began to write prose; while that other person mentioned above was writing poetry. He seems to be getting recognition now. About time, I think. If you'd like to see some of his ideas; read some of his poems?--- go to:www.larryvanpelt.com. What makes a great poet? Could be luck. Or charisma. Or....language skill? Huh? Or is it all just commerce? I think so, to wit:
几天前，我们的电干衣机坏了。滚筒不转了，但马达还在运转。我的评估是:腰带断了。因此，由于我没有修理电器的经验，又不想成为商业的牺牲品，我买了一条新皮带，开始把烘干机拆开。大约两天后，烘干机修好了，20美元加上我的时间和经验。比“商业”方式要好，后者可能要花费我150美元，甚至更多……这也许就是商业和艺术之间的区别，或者……也许根本没有区别。
Nothing poetic about that, really. Ye Haw---pretty much.

Poetry's discursive reply to the question, What is it like to be human?

the transformation of neuronal pathways in the brain from reading/studying poetry is some very interesting research...
RIP Adrienne Rich!

Your Own Personal Genius
A man can rationalize anything.
在必要的时候，这项任务可以用一个邪恶天才的老练来完成。
荒谬和过度是齐头并进的。
A good life is beautiful life and aesthetically speaking , beauty rests in proper proportions.
The foundational presuppositions of sophomoric metaphysicans can conjure superstitions that stifle sentimental intuition.
神的启示与事实相反，无非是虚构。
The hallmark of balanced philosophy is found in its allencompassing approach.
Sticking to the ruts of dogma greatly restrict the search for truth.
Thoughtful allegories can be meaningful tools to help men get on with their day to day existence.
The danger lies in getting lost in the words of metaphor or of delusional schizophrenic omnipotents, thus thinking ourselves into
believing what we've read or wrote.
Such occurrences, as documented by observers of history, have brought less enlightenment to the well read
比使高贵和普通的人聪明或过早地死去。

我们再也无法与一战的老兵交谈，但他们留下了极其丰富的诗歌遗产。据估计，在1914年至1918年间，约有500万首诗歌被创作出来，尽管只有一小部分留存了下来，但它以一种历史散文永远无法比拟的方式反映了现实。
WWI began with heroic poetry as idealistic young men marched off to the battlefield believing that if they did their duty the war would be over by Christmas. By 1916, the war was at a stalemate, which the Germans tried to break by a massive offensive at Verdun. Tha Allies responded with a counter-offensive at the river Somme. By the end of 1916, one-and-a half million men had been killed, wounded or taken prisoner with a minor adjustment of the front line. The public on both sides clamored for peace and President Wilson offered to broker it. Had democracy prevailed, that would have been the end of the war; but, of course it wasn't. The politicians and generals on both sides insisted on outrageous demands that the other could not possibly accept (much as is happening in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict today) and the war continued. The poetry, especially that of the soldier-poets changed dramatically, now telling of hardship, senseless waste of youth and a longing for peace.
当我年轻的时候，我曾高度评价英雄的诗歌，并对那些认为战争是浪费和负担的人的消极态度感到惊讶;现在，作为一个成年人，我发现我完全颠倒了。

jane quoted a poet saying.........
was it because i was thinking of him that he appeared
or was it because i was dreaming of him that i awakened
is that right and who is the poet?

这样对吗??
was it because i was thinking of him that he apperaed
or was it because i was dreaming of him that i awakened?

Great program. One little correction: I believe what Ogden Nash wrote was
Candy is dandy
But liquor is quicker

Wakened
I was wakened by a radiance of light,
从我闪光。
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One latter-day creation from a small collection of what I call New-Age Nursery Rhymes:
Humpitty Dumpitty sat on a wall,
Flopped by a pigeon, he had a great fall;
All broken and scattered---no money back terms,
He's a breakfast entree now,
An omelet. For worms.
I have similarly ravaged subjects, including Jack Horner; Old King Cole, et. al.
Is poetry a 'way of knowing'? Certainly, it must be. It helps us Think About Life*---to muse upon how things might be vs. how they are. It takes us into altruistic territory, while every other aspect of living fairly screams: look out for yourself and your own, because no one else WILL. We know, too well, how the world works. Poetry (sometimes) allows us to dream about how it might work better.
(* the name of a band of optimists)
Warmest,
Dr. S.

Fantastic program! Just wanted to let you know that I really enjoy your show but this one was especially thought-provoking and inspiring.

1. I was listening to the roving philosophical reporter Catlin Esk and Shakespeare's choice of wording in King Lear. Willie used "madded" to describe Lear's descent into situational insanity. Madded is archaic, but back in the day it was just descriptive. (The use of "charcoaled" would be far more metaphoric -- the old ashes to ashes theme). Now, we would use the word "maddened", which wasn't invented until the 1700s.
Although "madded" was an unchallenging description for Willie to draw, these day its archaicness creates an intellectually challenging metaphor where none originally existed. So while the facts may be wrong, Catlin point still holds.
2.
We taste bitter.
But when we feel bitter
the same neural pathways light up.
Our minds' connections are
doing what poets do.
这个比喻死了吗?

谢谢你的询问，mirugal。我希望您能发现一些有用的评论，而不是向您推荐一本特定的选集。
Examples of the 'heroic' poems might include 'The Soldier,' written by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915) and 'In Flanders Fields,' written in 1915 by John McCrae (1872-1918). The latter poem seems to mark the end of the heroic era. Neither Brooke nor McCrae was a front-line soldier, Brooke was a sailor and McCrae was a medical doctor.
《在佛兰德斯战场》在前线遭遇了相当大的恐慌。特别是盟军在索姆河战役中惨败之后，人们对战争的态度发生了变化。威尔弗雷德·欧文(Wilfred Owen, 1893-1918)的一首诗《文雅》(Dulce et Decorum Est)被认为是对麦克雷诗歌的驳斥(也是对盟军最高指挥官道格拉斯·黑格爵士(Sir Douglas Haig)关于盟军伤亡的特别不敏感言论的回应)。欧文的诗作《注定的青春之歌》更广为人知。和欧文一样，大多数出版的作者都是军官。南非人艾萨克·罗森博格(Isaac Rosenberg, 1890-1918)是个例外，他以《战壕里的破晓》(Break of Day in the trench)闻名。其他几位著名的前线士兵诗人在战争中丧生;幸存下来的诗人是齐格弗里德·萨松(1886 ~ 1967年)，他给政府写了一封公开信，表达了继续战争是徒劳的观点，差点被枪决。

CORRECTION: For anyone who may be interested, the website referenced in an earlier comment was misstated. It should read:www.larryvanpelt.ca(不是:.com)向所有人道歉，包括诗人。
Sardonicus.

'twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe---'kind of says it all, doesn't it? Of course, we are not certain what is being said, because the poet is speaking in his own special tongue and we must IMAGINE what it is he is talking about---later, we must decipher 'mome wraths'. And, once again, we are unsure of what a wrath is, let alone a 'mome' one. And so, when poetry is a way of knowing, it may only be a way of knowing for the poet. I was amused by Humpitty Dumpitty. Not deep---but, a funny take on the original. And a different way of knowing the broken egg parable. Sardonicus has a wry wit. Yes.