On Poetry.

Status: So tired, and yet – work beckons.

In the interests of getting back to some really complicated notes on conversational implicature, I shall keep this post pretty short.

Poetry is a form of creative expression that I’m not too familiar with. While I do write poetry, I maintain that my writing is far stronger than my poetry. I am by no means a bereft person – my mind works in whole sentences, and that tends to bleed into my writing. A friend of mine, whom had read some of my poetry, tells me that my poetry reads like prose. Which of course, isn’t a bad thing – I like that. But my point is: I’m not a poetry type of person.

My general thoughts on poetry are this: I love the style and form of a poem – those who work within the constraints of form to achieve beauty are those who gain the most of my respect. I love rhyme scheme, I love meter, I love dazzling imagery, I love beautiful metaphors.

But most of all, I think one of the most interesting things about poetry is that it is able to pack so much into a few lines. In many ways, poetry sustains the imagination through the lines, building up things from the barest of details, yet leaving you satiated.

Poetry, to me, is rather much like a study in construction and architecture. A good poem considers every word and builds up the mood from the form. While in writing, my belief is that you have a lot more space to play with, and therefore can be more loose in your words (there is after all, a limit to how much a reader can take in before they give up), poetry doesn’t have that luxury. Poetry packs density like sardines into a tin – and that is one of the most admirable parts of a poem.

Of course, I do believe that poetry can come in all forms and sizes, but hey — this post is just an opinion piece, and I should end off before I get too into the idea of writing a ten thousand word poem right now.

To end off – a poem I wrote, a rather long time ago.

Cast aside once novelty wears
Beware, heart of mine. Beware!
Shut yourself behind closed doors and
Let no one in ne’ermore.

There is no prize for rotten judgement,
In fact, there is none at all.
So beware Heart, beware ‘gainst Love,
Beware the lying, silver-tongued dove.

Hide your soul, hide the joy you feel.
Shroud it behind a gauzy veil.
Give no one the key to your heart.
Do not be stung by fiery darts.

I hope you don’t get hurt like me,
And so I hope you will see.
This key is yours, as is the veil.
Choose wisely what you want to feel.




Because I’m a bad person, I left this till two days after I was supposed to have it up.

And so this may be quicker than I’d initially thought.

And then I can go to sleep.

…That would be nice.


I like poetry.  There’s something about having the right words in the right place, and sometimes what I think of as poetry or prose isn’t necessarily what other people might think of as poetry or prose.  For instance: the words “susurrus”  or “penultimate” are poetry to me.  Their syllables fall perfectly on the tongue in a way that is pleasing on the ear.  However, I also like more conventional poetry: like Blake, or Poe.

But that doesn’t really matter, because most of the time, as long as the words say what you want them to in the right way, it still counts.

To explain: A new anthology about BorderTown got finished recently, and one of the contributing authors was Cory Doctorow: not exactly the first person I’d think about to write a story set in an urban fantasy elf-realm type world. (Both of these are fantastic, by the way.  BorderTown was one of the worlds that saved my sanity in high school and Cory Doctorow’s For The Win and various other works are fantastic.) At any rate, the main character is trying to bring Internet to a place that operates on a mix of science and magic…depending on which way the wind is blowing that day.  Say, for instance, if you had to charge your phone, you’d buy a spell box from a reputable wizard.  Or if you needed a decent charm to keep your house together, you might need a AAA battery to keep the thing running.

So he’s got a bit of a problem.

My point is that at some point in the story, the characters are explaining how elf rules work.  And it’s all, okay, so it obviously needs justice…but there’s also a required level of aesthetic.  Or tragedy.  Or drama.  Like, if I were to toss a paper bag in the Red River, here I might get slapped with a fine or something.  There I’d have to go on a quest to make a weeping willow laugh.

So it’s weird, and a little ridiculous…but it’s also really beautiful, and something really cool might just happen.

That’s poetry.


…I’m going to sleep now.

*sighs* Poetry


I’ve stumbled upon this blog recently, and it’s gotten me really interested in poetry.

Before I read that blog, I had barely looked at poetry; the only time I had written it was the time I was forced to for English class, and I’d rarely read any of it willingly. I knew there was something about lines and feet and meters, but I figured that most poems just rhymed with the exceptions being Free-verse or Haiku, and that was that.

Only now do I realize how wrong I was. Poetry is really something deeper than I realized. It comes from the soul, and is really quite beautiful. The different types of poems; from Luc Bat, Diagonal Acrostic, Sestina, or just a simple Couplet, are really quite amazing and can be quite complex.

I’m not claiming to know a lot about poetry (or even writing prose, for that matter). But that’s something that I definitely want to change. I feel that with writing and gaining skill in poetry, I’ll also gain skill at writing prose, which is still going to remain one of my more prominent art forms.

I apologize for the short post, but I almost forgot about this and I had to write a little quickie.



Fanfiction and Other Thingamajigs

Status: I am not in a healthy place at all right now, and so I’m going to keep this short. I’d apologise but I’m not sorry.

Fanfiction is fun. Created by fans, for fans, fanfiction is generally kept out of the public eye, except in certain cases where they gain widespread fame. Regarded as esoteric, possibly, it is hard for people to accept fanfiction, unless you are inside the community.

Fanfiction has its own set of rules and lexical terms. Take for example “broh 20k pwp harry potter crossover”. People probably won’t understand what that means unless they’ve spent time in fandom, and understand what is going on. For people like me, and the seasoned fan, this would /probably/ be easy stuff to decipher. Interesting? Interesting.

As a writer with the hopes to publish, I would personally be slightly uncomfortable with people making fanfiction of my characters, but I would be flattered. In fact, I would allow fanfiction (just keep it classy, folks). The only thing is that I wouldn’t be able to read it, seeing as that would open up a whole host of issues regarding copyrights and other rights that take too much research for me to care about but I know is Not-Good-For-Brain.

But as a fanfiction writer myself, I would say that fanfiction is an amazing creation that has a strong community. I don’t publish fanfiction often – but I do like it. I spend a lot of time reading fanfiction, and from it I derive great pleasure.

I do believe that as a writer, I can improve a lot from writing fanfiction and establishing myself as a writer with people who would be willing to take a chance and read my work, and tell me whether it is worth reading. And to be frank, fanfiction is such a large topic we would hardly be able to cover it even if we tried. So I’m just going to stop here, making a few broad observations on fanfiction as it is, from a few perspectives. I do hope I can make better content for you all in a fortnight’s time.



One: Yes, we are all alive.  I could say that, for me, work happened, and school happened, and yadda yadda…the truth of the matter is that I suck and I procrastinate way too much. (Procrastination is evil.  Procrastination leads to the dark side.)

Two: Apparently we’re starting with what we left off on last time, which was …*dum dum dooom*….fanfiction.

I am not a huge fan of fanfiction.  Never have been.  A lot of this tends to be that the really well-known fanfiction is stuff like My Immortal, (Links to a rehost and to the fantastic comic someone made of it), Fan Fiction Friday over at Topless Robot (which IS Not Safe For Work, and I do NOT suggest reading if … well, ever.  I’m trying to save your tender sensibilities here), and Fifty Shades of Grey (Based off of Twilight Fanfiction – here’s a link with possibly mature material in the comparisons).

So my experiences with fanfiction has given me this perspective that all fanfiction authors are these crazy, slavering mobs of fangirl English class dropouts.  Which is wrong on a couple of points.

For one, I shouldn’t generalize.  My current roommate has confessed that, at some point in her high school career, she madly shipped Zutarra and wrote several fanfics about it. (I asked her if I had her permission to link here, and she said yes, with the proviso that we remembered that “it was a dark time in my life,” :D)  And my roommate is fairly sane, for a Math major.

For two, I myself got into reading (and writing) a little fanfiction (Watsonlock; don’t judge me :D) this last year, and found that a few of the stories were not only well-written, but also had plot.  (I will include no links because I don’t remember them.  And because you’re already judging me. :D)

However, it is true that to find the good fanfictions, you have to sort through a lot of crap.  Which is where I find that my original generalization does hold true.

I don’t really have anything super witty to close with on this subject, honestly.  All I can say is that some fanfiction (and authors) are really cool.  Some are not.  But I guess I’m still making up my mind on it.


We’re Coming Back, Don’t Worry

Hi! So, I realize that we’ve been gone for a while… sorry about that. Don’t worry though, we’re getting back into the swing of things (with the exception of Raven, who will be back at the end of summer. We hope.)

So, the other people will be finishing up last block’s theme in the next couple weeks, then I’ll come back with an actual post.

Excited to come back,

The Land of Mary Sue…

Hey y’all! This block we’re going to be writing about fanfiction. (I think that one of us has done this before. But we’re going to stretch it into a block’s topic.)

Fanfiction is one of my guilty pleasures. Yes, I do read fanfiction. Attempt to, at least. You see, the thing is that Fanfiction is where Mary Sue and her cousin Gary Stu live.

The problem with fanfiction is that a lot of it is written by

  • Twelve-year-olds
  • People who have no idea how to write in proper English but think they have an amazing idea
  • People who can at least get grammar in but cannot make characters to save their lives

Now, I’m not saying that all fanfics are this bad; I’ve actually found a couple good ones in my searching. But sometimes I just want to cry. When I read it.

I’m sorry for the short and somewhat pointless post. I’ve been feeling a bit of an inspiration block lately, but I’m going to try to break out of that by the next time I post.

Until next time, my loves