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Brad
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0 posted 2008-03-06 04:23 PM


His eyes were blurry gray, his hair was white.
His voice was thin and difficult to hear
In windy autumn, made you strain your ear;
Yet after eating, through the early night,
We often listened near the campfire light.
At times, his scary face, his probing leer,
Was all it took to make us feel that fear.
A building storm destroyed that camping site
To sate the middle class suburban sprawl;
I see the dust and hear the tractor roar.
Amid construction business counter claims
And work accumulating more and more,
I see his eyes or hear his voice in fall
And feel the joy before maturing flames.


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TomMark
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1 posted 2008-03-06 04:39 PM


Balladeer?
TomMark
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2 posted 2008-03-06 04:48 PM


Another Sonnet

blurry gray.....I felt hard to say them.
difficult to hear....t-to
campfire light .
his scary face... his-scary

I like  you poem because I can hear your personal voice in it. I'll read two more times to get all if    I can.  

[This message has been edited by TomMark (03-06-2008 05:26 PM).]

chopsticks
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3 posted 2008-03-07 07:06 AM


“ Yet after eating, through the early night  “

Brad, to me the above line means you guys eat for about four hours.

(Through the early night ), means you started eating at the beginning of early night  and

stopped eating at the end of early night.

I guess kids can do that around a camp fire ?


Balladeer
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4 posted 2008-03-07 09:44 AM


I'll discuss it more when I have time. Actually I like the images and the thought behind it, which I even understand!

I do have  a problem with the rhyme scheme, though. You begin very compact and well- constructed with a scheme of:

a-b-b-a-a-b-b-a

but the latter part seems to get erratic and disjointed...

c-d-e-d-f-e

It was disconcerting to make the transition of good structure for half the piece to a more erratic type finalizing it....

Brad
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5 posted 2008-03-08 04:16 PM


Thanks, guys!

Tom,

I'm not sure what to say about 'blurry gray', I'll wait to see if other agree. 'Campfire' is a tricky point, however. Some people will read 'fire' as two syllables. That's not what I want , but will listen to the majority says.

Chop,

I would read it that way too if there were no comma. Still, you make a valid point that the  'experience' of reading could so easily derailed by such an easily overlooked mark as a comma. I've been thinking about this one.

Mike,

Well, the rhyme scheme is cde/dce unless you don't see sprawl/fall as a full rhyme (no slant rhymes, today, folks). I didn't make the scheme up but you may be right that the theme and structure don't match. The sestet is supposed to create a kind of echoing effect with the rhyme (kind of like memory), but I certainly understand that the theme as written may not quite carry that off very well.

Thanks again.

A.Grace
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6 posted 2008-03-08 05:31 PM


Hey Brad, I enjoyed your sonnet.  Each line 10 syllables, 5 stresses.  

I have just a couple of things noted below.  

His eyes were blurry gray, his hair was white.
His voice was thin and difficult to hear
In windy autumn, made you strain your ear;
Yet after eating, through the early night,
We often listened near the campfire light.
At times, his scary face, his probing leer,
Was all it took to make us feel that fear.
A building storm destroyed that camping site
To sate the middle class suburban sprawl;
I see the dust and hear the tractor roar.
Amid construction business counter claims
And work accumulating more and more,
I see his eyes or hear his voice in fall
And feel the joy before maturing flames.

L2- I would change "thin" to something else, perhaps "old"

L4- perhaps "Yet after eating, come the early night"

L5- perhaps "We'd often gather 'round the campfire light"

L6- I'd revise this line, for some reason it just doesn't work for me.

L7- maybe this one too, just a little.

Why did the rhyme change in the last quatrain?

Anyway, just a couple of thoughts.
A.

Not A Poet
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7 posted 2008-03-09 10:29 AM


Brad,

Now that you point it out, I do see your rhyme scheme in the sestet. I have to admit though that I really looked for it initially and it escaped me. I have to wonder if an irregular scheme really works. It doesn't for me although the rhyme itself is fine. In fact, I rather like it. It's something we don't see or think of every day. I sounds like it didn't work well for Mike either. But then, we may be the two most conservative readers currently inhabiting CA and you may not be writing for that type. You often don't.

BTW A. Grace, that last quatrain is actually a sestet and the rhyme scheme is supposed to change there. This is an Italian, or Petrarchan as named for the Italian poet, sonnet.

hush
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8 posted 2008-03-09 10:54 PM


I really liked it. "blurry grey" is fine for me, and I like the rhyme scheme... the irregularity of it keeps me interested, especially with this being a straightforward poem (What? Brad? Straighforward?) the little twist in the rhyme scheme works beutifully I think.

'“ Yet after eating, through the early night  “

Brad, to me the above line means you guys eat for about four hours.'

The comma separates the thoughts, I had no problems here.

You ever going to change your Critique message Brad? You've "just realized" it wasn't on for years... lol.

Anyway, I loved it, and what's more, I even understood it.

Brad
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9 posted 2008-03-10 04:53 PM


Well, I'm pretty sure the sestet rhyme scheme comes from Keats (Ode to a Grecian Urn), but I can't say that I was following that religiously. The Ode stanza structure for Keats was ABABCDEDCE:

quote:
THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness,
  Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
  A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape          5
  Of deities or mortals, or of both,
    In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
  What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
    What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?


The CDE/CDE seems to have as many variations as  poems. I suppose you could always go CDCDCD (Elizabeth Browning) for a more 'conservative' approach:

quote:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Hush and Grace,

Thank you very much for taking the time to read. I listen very carefully to what people are saying.

Hush,

I have changed the message.


oceanvu2
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10 posted 2008-03-11 06:40 PM


Hi Brad:  This one may be a victim to form over substance.  I take it that it is a response to the recent ELF-arson.  Fine.  

If you look at the lines, roughly 50% of the words have significance, the rest are fill-ins in response to a convention.  OK, there are almost always “fillers” in a rigid form, but I think the quantity is detrimental here.  It isn’t the case in every line, but it still seems to be the case overall.  Similarly, this piece can be punctuated in different ways.  It might be more focused, that is, the punctuation become a poetic imperative.

Except as an example of a sonnet, this one might be set aside.  It doesn’t seem to be indicative of your high level of skill.

Best, Jimbeaux

hush
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11 posted 2008-03-13 09:08 AM



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12 posted 2008-03-15 03:41 AM



His eyes were blurry gray, his hair was white
His voice was thin and difficult to hear.(really good beginning very descriptive but not to descriptive that it drags on. very strong)

In windy autumn, made you strain your ear;
Yet after eating, through the early night,
We often listened near the campfire light.

Was all it took to make us feel that fear.>(liked these two lines the most! it really made me feel like i am there sitting by the campfire listening to the stories)

A building storm destroyed that camping site
To sate the middle class suburban sprawl;
I see the dust and hear the tractor roar.
Amid construction business counter claims
And work accumulating more and more,
I see his eyes or hear his voice in fall
And feel the joy before maturing flames. (it seems like more could have been added to this, it seems unfinished.. he has many more stories to share...)

Overall I really liked this... i'm still learning this over analizing poetry so go easy on me haha... I said I would come back tho didn't I.. sorrie it took like... 2 weeks or so hehe!!
Krysti

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