LOVE.Okay, here goes...
Just glancing over it again makes me want to die, so please, do what you will with it (burn it, bite it, drown it... be creative)
Ohh, also, the spacing and punctuation may be a little off, because i printed it in fragments and i can't find the final copy on my computer, so this is like the 10000099999999th draft -- may be some mini mistakes/typos.
It's a suite of POEMS, exploring the lives of contempory women.
TITLE: The Seven Ages of Women (derived from Shakespeare's poem 'The Seven Ages of Man')
LOVE.
The innocence in the beginning is heartbreaking.. there's no other word for it.
Very well done
Just a Q to everyone who did poetry (I wanted to do it in the beginning), did you put techniques in deliberately and adhere to a meter, or did you just create your MW in free verse?
oh wow, thankyou so so so muchLOVE.
The innocence in the beginning is heartbreaking.. there's no other word for it.
Very well done
Just a Q to everyone who did poetry (I wanted to do it in the beginning), did you put techniques in deliberately and adhere to a meter, or did you just create your MW in free verse?
Drama Poster and Promotion Design:
1 A2 Framed Poster
Myth, Propaganda and Disaster by ~BlueDingo5 on deviantART
1 A3 Program:
Myth Program Design by ~BlueDingo5 on deviantART
1 A4 Media Article and A6 Flyer
About 9 months of work bomb, so glad its finished
Drama teacher rekons i have a good chance of getting onto "Onstage" with my design
OOHHH SORRY!That was heaps good!
Unfortunately, you've posted it in the wrong place.
Still pretty mad though!!
I'm glad you didn't, that MW looks really goodOOHHH SORRY!
i thought this thread was for showing any major projects! my bad, guess i should of read the topic post
thankyou!I'm glad you didn't, that MW looks really good
Omg, Alex, i'm so sorry that it took me so long to comment!, my laptop has been a bitch and not letting me open attatchments!Alrighty everyone, I've just come back from an 18th and am still a little tipsy (composing this sentence is an effort), but will post my major work tonight, as I really want/need some reassurance in feedback.
Title: 'quick fix, cheap thrill'
Medium: Poetry
Hope everyone likes it Will read all of yours tomorrow morning and post my response. Can't wait to see marcquelle's in particular...upload it on a myspace music account or something! Or PM me...really want to heat it in its entirety.
PS- I know it seems a massive effort to try and understand the poetry, but I've tried to make it as accessible to a general audience as possible, by contemplating popular culture. Just have a read, you might be surprised!
EDIT: Not even the final version of RS...oops.
WOW!Omg, Alex, i'm so sorry that it took me so long to comment!, my laptop has been a bitch and not letting me open attatchments!
Really, all i can say is WOW.
But since i am notorious for going over word limits, i can't stop there....
All of your concepts are extremely unique, not a single cliche in sight!!
My absolute favourite would have to be "Polly read a "Dolly" now she's sick, sick, sick"
- Funny, wonderfully written and honest!, LOVED it!
I also loved the final stanza of "you can't eat endorphins", verrrrry clever!
Overall, i found the poems quite straight forward, which is personally what i like to read, and concequently, how i also write .. In saying that, i have found that your poems encompass both exoteric meaning that can be percieved as 'literal', but also esoteric meaning that arises from reading more deeply into the poems. It was easy to read and become emersed in, since it was not written in a complex manner, either through topography or content.
All in all, well done!
From what i've seen, i'm pretty sure that you will get into Showcase... you really deserve it!
Anyway, major belated congrads on a very well written, unique composition.
Stanzas on the death of the bos showcase thread:
The theme grows sadder — but my soul shall find
A language in those tears! No more — no more!
Soon, 'midst the shriekings of the tossing wind,
The "dark blue depths" he posted of, shall have bore
Our all of bos to his native shore!
His grave is thick with typed voices — to the ear
Murm'ring an awful tale of greatness o'er;
But Memory strives with Death, and lingering near,
Shall consecrate the dust of Harold's lonely bier!
God I'm such a wanker. And very, very sad.
I seriously thought you sat there for 1-2 hours, writing away, trying to write something about bos.wow, uber flattering, I didn't write that! It's Browning, god! haha, to think! You must have thought I was the most skilled time-waster in the history of the world...
and totally incomprehensible, because aside from being about death, the poem as nothing to do with bos.