Well-wrought. True, too, so far as it goes. “Grace” may be read in at least two ways here, putting the poet’s intent to one side (if necessary)(and it may not be). We have wisdom from ancient pagans, from stoic, and from twenty centuries of Christendom that contemplation of impending death, can, may, should, lead to a more wisely led life beforehand. So, thank you for helping us do that. Prayers from here for you and yours and the peaceful rest of your wife.
I like this poem, it's one of Moldbug's better ones (not to say they aren't all good). But the question is: will he ever write a poem that rhymes?
I would pay like $100 to see a rhyming Moldbug poem, it would be epic and permanently improve my quality of life. I could check back on regular occasions to look at and admire it.
Rhyme is underrated. Writers are always trying to liberate themselves from rhyme scheme. Truly though, the impact of a statement is multiplied significantly when it rhymes. A good rhyme beckons the mystique of coincidence and layers it upon the power of a hole-in-one.
I feel as though Moldbug is "too classy" to rhyme. Like, it's practically a category error to place him in the category of people who would stoop to rhyming poetry.
And I mean yeah, it could be seen as childish, facile and inane to rhyme. Then again, a poem as weighty and pathetic as "In Memoriam" rhymes...and so do Shakespeare's Sonnets. It's rhyming couplets that tend to come across as really bad, but I feel as though other rhyme schemes can be taken seriously as art.
Really though I would just like to see Moldbug try it once. Maybe he could shoot for a more lighthearted poem than normal, or a more romantic one.
Most important thing is that the poems be good. And so far he’s good. Nonetheless, imposing rhyme and meter on himself, as an exercise, to see if it that works for him, would be worth a try.
I was just thinking about Robert Browning’s Christmas Eve when reading the latest one, and then I looked it up, and it was weird that it rhymes. But then again, it’s not weird. Yet, when did the poems stop rhyming? WWI?
Well-wrought. True, too, so far as it goes. “Grace” may be read in at least two ways here, putting the poet’s intent to one side (if necessary)(and it may not be). We have wisdom from ancient pagans, from stoic, and from twenty centuries of Christendom that contemplation of impending death, can, may, should, lead to a more wisely led life beforehand. So, thank you for helping us do that. Prayers from here for you and yours and the peaceful rest of your wife.
I like this poem, it's one of Moldbug's better ones (not to say they aren't all good). But the question is: will he ever write a poem that rhymes?
I would pay like $100 to see a rhyming Moldbug poem, it would be epic and permanently improve my quality of life. I could check back on regular occasions to look at and admire it.
Please please please please please please please.
Rhyme is underrated. Writers are always trying to liberate themselves from rhyme scheme. Truly though, the impact of a statement is multiplied significantly when it rhymes. A good rhyme beckons the mystique of coincidence and layers it upon the power of a hole-in-one.
Rhyming is epic.
Rhyming is Lindy. Free verse (in English) is not.
I feel as though Moldbug is "too classy" to rhyme. Like, it's practically a category error to place him in the category of people who would stoop to rhyming poetry.
And I mean yeah, it could be seen as childish, facile and inane to rhyme. Then again, a poem as weighty and pathetic as "In Memoriam" rhymes...and so do Shakespeare's Sonnets. It's rhyming couplets that tend to come across as really bad, but I feel as though other rhyme schemes can be taken seriously as art.
Really though I would just like to see Moldbug try it once. Maybe he could shoot for a more lighthearted poem than normal, or a more romantic one.
Most important thing is that the poems be good. And so far he’s good. Nonetheless, imposing rhyme and meter on himself, as an exercise, to see if it that works for him, would be worth a try.
I was just thinking about Robert Browning’s Christmas Eve when reading the latest one, and then I looked it up, and it was weird that it rhymes. But then again, it’s not weird. Yet, when did the poems stop rhyming? WWI?
Yarvin poems rhyme?
Acquired taste or thought crime!
Choose to do the time.