Certainly there is immense merit in some free verse e.g. Things Men Have Made, by DH Lawrence (1929)
But for the most part, all over the internet, it's modern stuff like this:
She came through the cracked
paint as one and instantly I
knew her blossom
from Ages ago that whirled the eternal aluminium in starlight and un-
abrogated mental
passion before
the overwhelming asylum
thought
that if...
she Was indeed feline
or...
the termination of incessance.
And the sycophantic forumites applaud with, Ooh, you're such a good poet!
I really don't get it. It seems to be an abrogation of the art to neglect form, construction, framing, rhyme, rhythm, metre, sense et. al. Chuck out a stream of incoherent and disjointed consciousness or a bad wet dream and call it poetry. And get the plaudits.
Anybody doing free-verse who can address the apparent nonsense? I don't want to dismiss a form of art if there's something to glean. Always willing to learn.
But for the most part, all over the internet, it's modern stuff like this:
She came through the cracked
paint as one and instantly I
knew her blossom
from Ages ago that whirled the eternal aluminium in starlight and un-
abrogated mental
passion before
the overwhelming asylum
thought
that if...
she Was indeed feline
or...
the termination of incessance.
And the sycophantic forumites applaud with, Ooh, you're such a good poet!
I really don't get it. It seems to be an abrogation of the art to neglect form, construction, framing, rhyme, rhythm, metre, sense et. al. Chuck out a stream of incoherent and disjointed consciousness or a bad wet dream and call it poetry. And get the plaudits.
Anybody doing free-verse who can address the apparent nonsense? I don't want to dismiss a form of art if there's something to glean. Always willing to learn.
