Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Not that I really care, since I'm not poet and my own view of poesy is that it was buried with little ceremony circa 1918 in a stack of rat-eaten french and german corpses outside of the Verdun battlements, but simply eradicating some posts from a thread because one person found them distasteful, though they weren't particularly obscene or vitriolic, IS a bit overly sensitive, if not censorious.

Whatever happened to the old-fashioned cavalier 'tude, whereby literary dilettantes might drirk, spin some verses, visit a whorehouse, and then have a duel on the morrow..........

Okay, you need to start a new thread if you want to keep talking about that stuff, personally, I preferred your rhymes to this

ZyzxzxzyZ & sVentos cruSh- I moved this to a new thread since it wasn't about the poetry on the thread.

poetry buried in 1918?

how's that? seems like a conservative/romantic decline of the west, everything's been done before bunch of bull to me.

the dadaist poem was born in ca. 1918. dancing corpses perhaps, but an undead death of poesy.

Viva Cafe Voltaire......and all hail that anti-art movement...the bride stripped bare is kinda like the best of the best as is arp and dada max.........damn i gotta go get some dinner and take the dog out, what the fuck am I doing? and now dada comes up....thanks e-dog

Perhaps, e-canis, yet I'd have rather hung with some pompous and somewhat apolitical romantics such as Coleridge, Nietzsche or EP than with marcel duchamp and Co., or later the great ginzo, dylan etc........................but at yr age i prolly would have yawped the same........im younger than that now

i did hang out with ol ezra at st. elizabeths asylum in south east d.c. back when we was lil kids late 50's early 60's we'd all take ezra down to the potomac and go fishin', all he ever would talk about was going back to italia and then one sunny day he did....

yes, E.P. was in that madhouse for what 12 years? He was toast when he emerged. Pound was far from perfect as a human being, and I don't admire his anti-semitism, but us aspiring scribblers could do worse than imbibe some of his pre-madness writings. He played a mean game of schach as well.

even my hard to please MFA partner likes the conte drawing I did of him back in the late 70's when I was livin' with the dangerous Dottie Snow down in old NorthWest d.c.

dear end of the alphabet:
if poetry were dead circa 1918, then we would not all be here now, the lot of us, sharing, commenting, berating and making jest. There is no such thing as the dead of poetry. The death of the poet, maybe, but the death of poetry only occurs when there is no one around to here it, and surely zy... we are ALL here.
--k

I take the word "poesy" to mean a certain style of poetry, not poetry itself. A style can die.....not the reading of....no, no, no....but the writing of.

Who of us wants to write like Willy the Speare. If he were here today I think he would be just as great but in a today sort of way.

Whatever happened to the old-fashioned cavalier 'tude, whereby literary dilettantes might drirk, spin some verse, visit a whorehouse, and then have a duel on the morrow..........

I kinda fancy this place as just such a place.....while I am no dilettante, nor plan I to visit a hohouse anytime soon, the rest is all doable.

"What, you don't like my poesy!!!!!!! You rotter!!!!!! Pistols at dawn!!!!!! And bring yer balls....yer gonna need 'em!!!!
Something like that.

I agree mousey. i think studio eight is that kinda place. it's a shame zy doesn't seem to agree.
--k