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| Sonnets for a Blue Screen | |
| By patterjack | ||||||||||||||||
| 05 March 2007 | ||||||||||||||||
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Having been involved with serious sonnets just lately ,I decided to change tone a little. The following two are an experiment - a jocular one - first a regular sonnet , two quatrains and a sestet with the last two lines rhyming - then the second one with the form reversed. They are not in regular iambic pentameter , and should be read aloud , in a conversational tone , and with all possible enjambement of lines , like an actor rattling them off. Changed the title and an edit Sonnets for a blue screen Shin-eqi-unninni plunged stylus into clay his wedges told the tale of the mighty king bestriding the whole world of his ancient day : Gilgamesh , of whose deeds the poets sing. Who wrote down blind old Homer's epic tales ? No-one can tell , nor yet can any prove if he was one or many; reason fails to deconstruct that classic treasure trove. Blind Milton too, had daughters to record his vision of the fall to the pits of Hell, of Lucifer,thrust by Gabriel's fierysword , but who took with him all humankind as well . But nowadays , I who sit before this screen have only the button delete to wipe it clean . The words on the screen are wandering about like drunken soldiers ,following a rout . There seems no logic in their choked farrago , their melange of black letters ,just a rag-bag demanding to be sounded , lente, largo, expressing important moments of which to brag. They arrange themselves in sentences, imprecise , conveying little, or nothing, when set down , suggesting agenda which do not suffice, for other than bringing the reader a puzzled frown . With ever increasing speed as they splatter the page they accomplish no more than confusion to my senses and I cannot match my pace with their solemn rage : I need a patient, skilled amanuensis .
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