Author Topic: Is poetry good for you?  (Read 163 times)

Offline Gregory

Is poetry good for you?
« on: March 06, 2020, 02:19:06 AM »
When it's good, it's good.
When it's bad, it's simply awful.

Poetry's made every day like bread.

Offline Sal1981

Re: Is poetry good for you?
« Reply #1 on: March 06, 2020, 07:39:06 AM »
Depends on the poem.
"The first principle is that you must not fool yourself - and you are the easiest person to fool" --- Richard P. Feynman

Online Baruch

Re: Is poetry good for you?
« Reply #2 on: March 06, 2020, 09:19:45 AM »
Doggerel ... poetry from the kennel.
Ha’át’íísh baa naniná?
Azee’ ła’ish nanídį́į́h?
Táadoo ánít’iní.
What are you doing?
Are you taking any medications?
Don't do that.

Offline Gregory

Re: Is poetry good for you?
« Reply #3 on: April 04, 2020, 03:25:35 PM »
Poetry is not always good but it is not bad.

Re: Is poetry good for you?
« Reply #4 on: April 04, 2020, 04:27:09 PM »
As I was going
Up the stair,
I met a man
Who wasn't there.
He wasn't there
Again today.
I wish, I wish
He'd go away.
We 'new atheists' have a reputation for being militant, but make no mistake  we didn't start this war. If you want to place blame put it on the the religious zealots who have been poisoning the minds of the  young for a long long time."
PZ Myers

Offline aitm

Re: Is poetry good for you?
« Reply #5 on: April 05, 2020, 08:20:43 AM »
It’s good to write poetry, but not read it.
A humans desire to live is exceeded only by their willingness to die for another. Even god cannot equal this magnificent sacrifice. No god has the right to judge them.-first tenant of the Panotheust

Online Baruch

Re: Is poetry good for you?
« Reply #6 on: April 05, 2020, 08:47:59 AM »
Some people here, recited poetry in their youth, in a French chapeau, holding a cigarette in a funny way, while discussing Sartre.
Ha’át’íísh baa naniná?
Azee’ ła’ish nanídį́į́h?
Táadoo ánít’iní.
What are you doing?
Are you taking any medications?
Don't do that.

Offline aitm

Re: Is poetry good for you?
« Reply #7 on: April 05, 2020, 10:07:56 AM »
When I was about 13ish, I wanted to be a writer. So I put a small desk in the garage attic, and along with my typewriter, an ice bucket with a glass of my Dads scotch and his pipe with Captain Black did exactly that. On day three of my new found “road to fame and fortune” I did not snuff the pipe very well and.....well....I burned the garage down....
A humans desire to live is exceeded only by their willingness to die for another. Even god cannot equal this magnificent sacrifice. No god has the right to judge them.-first tenant of the Panotheust