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Hate is a Paradelle
By Katanga
23 April 2008
Ha! Ha! Ha! This is fiendish - for a full explanation of the form, please see Nathan's detailed explanation of his brilliant 'Love is a Paradelle'.

Why not try it? The constraints of the form take your images off in all sorts of weird directions!

And Ho! Against all expectations, I'm still alive! Yo!

However, I nearly died in the process, sitting on the loo this afternoon . . .

But, Yo! I'm still miraculously alive!

Heavily copying Nathan, this tries to parody his own parody of the parody of the 'villanelle' in an obscurely tortuous form.

If I've lost you there, please see his original work! 

I thought it was impossible . . . But all (!) you need to do is to find some words which will double-up grammatically, e.g. a plural noun that can be a third-person singular verb (houses)  etc etc etc

Exhausted - will now crack open another bottle of cheap red, and wait in hope for some side-splitting reviews.

Anyway, Cheers Nathan! I hope much banter and jolliness will follow . . .




Hate is a Paradelle

Hate is like holding vultures in your fist
Hate is like holding vultures in your fist
Aching to see you blocked in a drain
Aching to see you blocked in a drain
Holding a blocked fist is like your vultures in a drain
To see aching Hate in you.

Hate is the sewage where dreams are destroyed
Hate is the sewage where dreams are destroyed
And sewers are things behind the houses
And sewers are things behind the houses
Behind things are dreams where the sewage
Houses Hate. And are the sewers destroyed?

Hate is just hurling thought against my will
Hate is just hurling thought against my will
In dreaming, impossible to dream
In dreaming, impossible to dream
Just will against Hate! The dream
Is in hurling thought - impossible dreaming . . .

Aching to see the sewage, and holding you, dreaming,
To dream in a blocked will, destroyed behind
Where sewers are like my drain.
Your fist houses the vultures,
Things hurling against the thought 'Hate is Hate'.
Is Hate Hate? Just impossible dreams . . .



Reviews

Written by NathanRoberts (277 comments posted) 24th April 2008
Very good, though 'hate' can never match 'love' ;)
 
' a plural noun that can be a third-person singular verb', jeez, you've really thought this through, haven't you?! I guess I intuitively know what a third person singular verb might be...but it ties my head in knots to describe it like that!  
 
OK, as for constructive critique: 
 
The last stanza: I chose to repeat the 'loves', but in Collins' original - even if the word occurs more than once in the preceding stanzas, he only 'has' to use it once in the final stanza. Not that any of this matters a fig... 
 
I'm not sure about the use of words such as 'dreaming' and 'aching' in an ode to hate. They sound too soft, romantic. I guess the metre should reflect the temperment as well...staccato, forceful, a raging torrent of words and expletives.  
 
'Fucked up piss drained Hate-fisting vultures 
blood cut the block wrist in hell screamed sewage 
arrrrggghhhhhhh!!!' ...and so on. 
 
(just don't post it in the childrens section by mistake.) 
 
maybe, listen to some Marilyn Manson for inspiration...  
You might get yourself policed off the site though!  
 
As for that pesky 'like' in my paradelle. Damn, that's gonna ruin everything! ' Like love. Love is love is love is'. No, that's awful...arggh I feel my pulse fading...(can't we just keep it between ourselves..it's only one little word).

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