Look at their poems. Half of them read like the works of Rupi Kaur, and the other half are again lacking rhythm. Almost every poem of the modernists, if you took out tbe line breaks, reads like bad prose. You could not tell it was a poem. When they do break into rhyme and metre, they are so bad at it that they sound like nursery rhymes. This is where poetry died, where literature died. The peak of literature was the 17th century. A line of Pope has more in it than all poetry written after 1850. Modernism... more like DEGENERACY.

>>24528071 (OP)
''poetry'' died when it wasn't the language of the people anymore. if it's not recited and memorized by its readers and listeners, then it might as well be declared dead. the ascension of songwriting also takes the blame for the space it occupied in the collective consciousness. rupi kaur is a joke because nobody is going to recite her poems out loud. that's about it.
might seem off-topic but i recommend reading walter ong's works on literacy across history for this.

>>24528237
So basically Stephen Foster is the first true successor to the great poets of yore?

>>24528237
I was having that thought a few weeks ago actually. Poetry never really disappeared despite what academics claim. They claim that it doesn't speak to the working class. They obviously haven't been to a concert lately. Tens of thousands of people screaming verse. I would say that poetry still seems to be pretty damn important to people.

Now if you smugly proclaim that song lyrics aren't poetry, well sure you can claim it is dead, but when I witness people seemingly having religious experiences reciting someone's lyrics, I have to disagree.

>>24528237
GAY


RETARDED


UNDER 25

>>24528279
Just how I like em

>>24528277
You're right. Song lyrics are just about the last thread linking regular folks with the poetic spirit. They certainly hold more merit than whatever is getting pulitzer prizes nowadays.

>>24528277
Trips to where few have been
Out of thin air, upon high winds
Rites begin when the sun descends
Have felt what few will ever know
Have seen the truth beneath the glow
Of the ebb and flow, where the roots of all mysteries grow
I am below, so far below the bottom line
Transmitting live, transmissions rise
From the depths out of controlled by
Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes
Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds
'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine
To ride the waves of unrest
Made to make me shine as a testament
To why the ways of the blind will never get
Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
Exhaled like spells from the endlessness
In the bottomless wells of emptiness
Channeled to invoke what we represent
Secret order, elitist horde of creeping fire, seizing power
Riders of the lupus hour
Eye on palm, time is gone
Moonlight drawn, fly till dawn
Sacrifice to rise beyond
Deep inside the violent calm of the coming storm
In blood sworn to glorify and for life adorn
With all that dies to become unborn

>>24528071 (OP)
You're a fucking idiot. A poem like Homage to Sextus Propertius is really just a throwback to classical metres, but you can't see it. You have no idea what you're talking about because your idea of scansion is limited to the simple regularity of English metre. Never mind every other element that goes into making poetry aside from the metre.

>The peak of literature was the 17th century.
Lol, of course the retard with shitty scansion ability has Pope as one of his favourite poets. As Coleridge said, beginning with the age of Dryden and Pope, English metre became the ridiculously simple alternation of stressed and non-stressed syllables that we all know. In Donne, the sense decided the metre, but in Pope the metre decides the sense. Pope is the very epitome of the degeneracy of traditional verse, because his poetry is utterly vapid and empty, in diction, in handling of metre, in its artificiality, etc., and the Modernists came the closest to returning to the greatness of the poetry of Antiquity.

Poetry died
And 'tis I
who have laid it to rest
every time
when I post my obnoxious verse
angels cri
runic tears from the eyes disperse

angels cri
their regenerate tears
flood the world
now it's all so clear
at the store
by the antlered deer
where gestates
the centauric seed

fed by tears
it shall grow indeed
angel's egg
shall approach thine ear
whisp'ring 'thee
shall abandon fear'

love to post
what has cracked the egg
for the ghosts
who have left this earth
th' other coast
always meant – rebirth
for it 'goes'
to ascend the north

to return again
biting tail it's own
not the mortal fame
but to serve the throne

frozen throne it is
like the warcraft 3
rustling through the leaves:
'life is a but a dream.'

>>24528071 (OP)
Poetry died when we started thinking that people determine reality.

poetry is about compression, not about rhyming
this isn‘t second grade language games anon

>thinks poetry is dead
>reference is Rupi Kaur
>muh degeneracy
Yeah, nah, you’re just a retard who doesn’t actually read

>>24528071 (OP)
Poetry died with the Greeks.

>>24528567
>what has cracked the egg
My rapturous, veiny thighs.
I placed it between my legs,
squeezing 'til it cracked, my guy.

Most artforms died because of modernism.
These fags destroyed everything and left nothing to build upon or even depart from.

>>24528071 (OP)
People still write poetry, it's just published as song lyrics rather than in print now.

>>24528071 (OP)
Name any living poet. Without googling. No instapoets allowed.
>you can't

>>24529686
Jorge Camacho. Valentin Melnikov. Hey, you didn't say they had to be English-language poets.

Poetry only got good with modernism. Before that it’s too formal, like figurative painting. After modernism you can get into pure expression and language
>>24529686
Why are you like this? I don’t know anything about baseball, but I don’t go into threads on /sp/ and make dumb uniformed comments about baseball. But you felt confident enough to make a dumb post like this.
If you haven’t heard of Robert Hass or Mei Mei Brussenbruge, that’s just a you thing

>>24529686
anne carson

>>24528696
Virgil wrote better than any Greek

>>24529746
>Poetry only got good with modernism. Before that it’s too formal, like figurative painting. After modernism you can get into pure expression and language
You're going much too far in adoring Modernism. You go so far that you retard yourself. All of the great Modern artists and poets will testify that if you can't appreciate traditional art and poetry then you will never have any understanding of the Modern. It's really quite dimwitted to not understand the complex relationship between freedom and order involved in traditional art. Since, after all, Modernism is not just an explosion of freedom, but an approach to this divide simply from the other side. Modernism struggles to preserve an order in unbounded freedom, and traditional art strives to attain the greatest freedom and expression from within order, and perfection is attained when they meet each other equally. Modern art struggles from too much freedom just as traditional art struggled from too much order. Just read what Eliot and Pound actually had to say on this topic, I'm just repeating their own words.

>>24530872
Poetry since modernism is better than poetry before modernism. I’ve read ‘em both. More great poems have been written in the last 105 years than in all the previous centuries put together

>>24531052
And you just happen to be smarter and know more about poetry than every modernist poet who disagrees with you. Crazy.

>>24530872
It's almost like blank verse was the perfect balance of the two...

>>24529686
Bob Dylan. Ian Anderson. Marshall Mathers.

>>24528548
>Homage to Sextus Propertius
I could tell from the title alone this would be Poundslop lol

>the Modernists came the closest to returning to the greatness of the poetry of Antiquity.
The only thing linking the two is that the former alludes to the latter as if through a mysterious verbal osmosis it endows their writings with any of the merits of the referred.

>>24528071 (OP)
Poetry is meant to be narrative and recited aloud. Picrel is a better example of poetry than almost any self-described poet of the 20th century.