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Percy Bysshe Shelley,
‘Ozymandias’

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

So, Intro Lit 2, poetry. Today: Sonnets. As an exercise at the end of class we had five minutes to write a sonnet.

... yeah, not quite.
But in ten minutes I wrote a not-rhyming sonnet with bad rhythm, and in the couple of hours after that I turned it into a rhyming sonnet with iambic pentameter... I think. Probably. Mostly.

'Good' is a whole other issue. Let's not talk about good.


We were supposed to think of a theme, something epic and unattainable, so of course my mind went immediately to Jack and Ianto.
... as it tends to ...

and then we needed an argument and a turn about and a punchline.
I think 'the internet is for porn' is a good punchline sort of in general, yesno?

So:

Sonnet I wrote today

The Captain, Harkness - Ianto calls him 'sir',
Or 'Jack' in moments duty doesn't call.
As lovers, between shots, they would whisper...
Alas - for now, those few shots are their all.
One stopwatch scene - the audience, denied
The details, fast becoming nervous wrecks -
The lust is epic, and unsatisfied,
Since two screen kisses don't add up to sex.
Yet true love never shall to strictures bow
And loving minds ever invention mean
Our heroes love is secret only now -
Just wait until the fanfic hits the screen.
Although we barely saw them, we don't mourn -
We fans all know the internet's for porn.


...
...
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Okay, I'm getting this feeling, I think it's called 'pride' but it may in fact be *facepalm* with a sneaky hat on.
;-)

http://www.endicott-studio.com/cofhs/coflocks.html
Locks
by Neil Gaiman




I like it because it has a story and it's about stories and it is also a poem but not twiddly with it. Also because I tend to like NG stuff and he's therefore built up a lot of credit.


http://www.spiderwords.com/feature1.htm "The Day the Saucers Came"
http://www.spiderwords.com/feature1b.htm "I am continually disappointed by nudity"

http://www.neilgaiman.com/about/biblio/bibliopoem

http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/2006/02/small-valentines-day-poem.html
Roses are red,
Violets are purple,
Which is a very hard word to rhyme
And makes me happy that on February the 14th we don't traditionally have to give each other oranges.

Shakespeare

[ 64 ]
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age,
When sometime lofty towers I see down razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate:
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.