March 21st, 2005

Illustmaker me

World Poetry Day

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved,
I loved alone.
--Edgar Allan Poe

Well, it's apparently World Poetry Day.

I like poetry. I don't love it, but I do like it, and I think it's something fiction writers should practice, particularly in its formal, rhyming forms. Why? Because learning to use language in such a strict, disciplined way is great mental exercise, and really helps to free up the ol' vocab when you go back to writing prose. So, I write horrible fan poetry (Shadows on a Whispered Breath, From the Depth of Midnight's Soul) just to play around with rhyme and meter and get in shape. Maybe it's time to try an HP poem. Er, other than the Sorting Songs in most chapters of Of A Sort (my favorite is Tonks's year).

Maybe not.

Anyway, the first poet I went crazy over is also the first fiction author I went crazy over: Edgar Allan Poe. "Annabel Lee" was the first poem I memorized. No, I'm not quoting it from memory here; it's pasted in.

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Through the Dark Tower books, Stephen King introduced me to T.S. Eliot (at least in a way that made me interested in him). The Waste Lands introduced me to "The Waste Land", but when I got out a book of his poems, I fell in crazy muskrat love with "Ash Wednesday".

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Anyway, that's my poetry day post.