Mr. Argumentor
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I never said I get anything from it. I'm almost as culturally disconnected from it as you are.So what exactly do you get from it then?
Ask a Japanese person what they get from it.
I never said I get anything from it. I'm almost as culturally disconnected from it as you are.So what exactly do you get from it then?
Real art you get something from. There's nothing to get from a haiku.
It's really not. Functionality isn't a fine art, e.g.It's in the eye of the beholder.
Now they don't.I just don't see any point to putting words together like that. Why don't people format written speech in a way such as 10 words, then 1 word, then repeat? They don't because there is no point to it.
The entire POINT of poetry is expressing concepts while holding to a certain structure of aesthetic or rhythmic qualities.I just don't see any point to putting words together like that. Why don't people format written speech in a way such as 10 words, then 1 word, then repeat? They don't because there is no point to it.
That is exactly what a Haiku is. Highly. Structured.That is not a haiku. wtf. this is retarded. shit is pointless. end debate.
That is exactly what a Haiku is. Highly. Structured.
You're retarded. As soon as everyone doesn't agree with you you throw a fit.
I don't know if there is a Japanese style of poetry that rhymes, but as far as I can tell Haikus do not do so.Maybe in Japanese there is rhyme but westerners have bastardized the rhyming out of it?
I don't know if there is a Japanese style of poetry that rhymes, but as far as I can tell Haikus do not do so.
As did I.I mean in their language.
Poetry doesn't necessarily rhyme. It is RHYTHMIC.This is not a fit. This is me perplexed by not understanding something that so many other people seem to understand.
It makes absolutely no sense at all. Poetry has rhyme, haiku does not, yet Haiku is poetry. Maybe in Japanese there is rhyme but westerners have bastardized the rhyming out of it?
Through utter and through middle darkness borne,
With other notes than to the Orphean lyre
I sung of Chaos and eternal Night;
Taught by the heavenly Muse to venture down
The dark descent, and up to re-ascend,
20Though hard and rare: Thee I revisit safe,
And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs,