Sonnets and Sonneteers wanted
Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:35 pm
Maybe you would be interested in writing a sonnet?
I am about to write one and I thought that some others on the forum may also enjoy the challenge/experience.
So,
“A sonnet is fundamentally a dialectical construct which allows the poet to examine the nature and ramifications of two usually contrastive ideas, emotions, states of mind, beliefs, actions, events, images, etc., by juxtaposing the two against each other, and possibly resolving or just revealing the tensions created and operative between the two.
... a change from one rhyme group to another signifies a change in subject matter. This change occurs at the beginning of L9 in the Italian sonnet and is called the volta, or "turn"; the turn is an essential element of the sonnet form, perhaps the essential element. It is at the volta that the second idea is introduced...There are a number of variations which evolved over time to make it easier to write Italian sonnets in English. Most common is a change in the octave rhyming pattern from (a b b a a b b a) to (a b b a a c c a), eliminating the need for two groups of 4 rhymes, something not always easy to come up with in English which is a rhyme-poor language.”
(http://www.sonnets.org/basicforms.htm)
Take a look at the website above if you would like to re-introduce yourself to the “rules”.
..The English (or Shakespearian) Sonnet:
..The Italian (or Petrarchan) Sonnet:
..The Spenserian Sonnet:
..The Indefinables
I like this “Indefinable” by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (1821-1873)
"Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips"
Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips
Against the land. Or on where fancy drives
I walk and muse aloud, like one who strives
To tell his half-shaped thought with stumbling lips,
And view the ocean sea, the ocean ships,
With joyless heart: still but myself I find
And restless phantoms of my restless mind:
Only the moaning of my wandering words,
Only the wailing of the wheeling plover,
And this high rock beneath whose base the sea
Has wormed long caverns, like my tears in me:
And hard like this I stand, and beaten and blind,
This desolate rock with lichens rusted over,
Hoar with salt-sleet and chalkings of the birds.
You may have written a sonnet in the past or perhaps you would like to write one soon?
Familiarise yourself with the rules (see link above, if you need to) and have a go.
Expect informed and uninformed comment...no holds barred!
Mephisto
I am about to write one and I thought that some others on the forum may also enjoy the challenge/experience.
So,
“A sonnet is fundamentally a dialectical construct which allows the poet to examine the nature and ramifications of two usually contrastive ideas, emotions, states of mind, beliefs, actions, events, images, etc., by juxtaposing the two against each other, and possibly resolving or just revealing the tensions created and operative between the two.
... a change from one rhyme group to another signifies a change in subject matter. This change occurs at the beginning of L9 in the Italian sonnet and is called the volta, or "turn"; the turn is an essential element of the sonnet form, perhaps the essential element. It is at the volta that the second idea is introduced...There are a number of variations which evolved over time to make it easier to write Italian sonnets in English. Most common is a change in the octave rhyming pattern from (a b b a a b b a) to (a b b a a c c a), eliminating the need for two groups of 4 rhymes, something not always easy to come up with in English which is a rhyme-poor language.”
(http://www.sonnets.org/basicforms.htm)
Take a look at the website above if you would like to re-introduce yourself to the “rules”.
..The English (or Shakespearian) Sonnet:
..The Italian (or Petrarchan) Sonnet:
..The Spenserian Sonnet:
..The Indefinables
I like this “Indefinable” by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (1821-1873)
"Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips"
Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips
Against the land. Or on where fancy drives
I walk and muse aloud, like one who strives
To tell his half-shaped thought with stumbling lips,
And view the ocean sea, the ocean ships,
With joyless heart: still but myself I find
And restless phantoms of my restless mind:
Only the moaning of my wandering words,
Only the wailing of the wheeling plover,
And this high rock beneath whose base the sea
Has wormed long caverns, like my tears in me:
And hard like this I stand, and beaten and blind,
This desolate rock with lichens rusted over,
Hoar with salt-sleet and chalkings of the birds.
You may have written a sonnet in the past or perhaps you would like to write one soon?
Familiarise yourself with the rules (see link above, if you need to) and have a go.
Expect informed and uninformed comment...no holds barred!
Mephisto
– I think it’s this site - really I’m not this bad in real life – I don’t think)
