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It would be interesting and fun to build a concrete poem (that is, a
poem that is "shaped" into whatever it is about) out of giant concrete
type. This poem, a statue really, would then be planted in a public
square, or perhaps in front of a poetry museum. Not only would it be
ironic, but it would
be stimulating: Approaching the poem from afar, it
would appear to be nothing but a slab of concrete. After getting a bit
closer, strolling the poem's perimeter, and perhaps climbing into a
bench to see it from above, its true meaning would become apparent.
Also, if large enough, the monument would provide joy to airplane
travelers passing overhead.
Conch Crete
http://www.explorec...aedalus-sicily.html
Daedalus [rcarty, Jan 23 2010]
This made me think of you
http://www.stumbleu.../cool/one-day-poem/
[blissmiss, Feb 06 2010]
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My God you have tainted the way I think. I read this
as Concrete Concrete Porn. |
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//Not only would it be ironic// Why would a concrete poem be ironic? Is there something inherently ironic about concrete? (or perhaps poems?) |
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A concrete teddy-bear might be ironic - but a poem? You can still read the poem, in the normal way i.e. by reading it, and get the same emotional response
whether it's written in nanomolecules,
or spelled out in the stars,
or spontaneously emerging, from clever formulas.
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(Ahhh, penny drops - literary clutz that I am, I'd never heard of "Concrete Poetry" before - where (apparently, according to wikipedia anyway) typography and layout is as important as the language of the poem.) |
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The irony this statue needs
would not be there if
when you look and start to read
you find an ode to concrete. |
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this brought to mind the style and ilk of [desertfox] |
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I like the creativity but have serious doubts of its do-ability. |
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I don't know about irony, but if it were made out of a cast iron typeface I'd figure we might be getting closer. |
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I think ironic if the poem was about the perils of concrete use, or the ... wait a minute. Baked, any Renaissance cathedral in the world, basically. I mean they used some really good concrete, writing all those messages into the walls that I vaguely remember, but it was still concrete, no? Or is this idea more than just writing poems into concrete for people to read? Are the psalms poems? I'm very confused. |
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No, no, no. This isn't about carving concrete. It's about
making giant letters out of concrete and then arranging them
on the ground facing upwards. |
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Sure, but isn't the concrete poem idea to shape the words and the whole poem into something that it resembles? I don't want to stray from the goodness of your concrete concrete poem idea, making forms out of big ass concrete words, but laying the words down is no form at all... |
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concrete poetry: words into forms, usually on paper
concrete concrete poetry: words into forms, concrete medium. More punny than ironic.
Big ass concrete poems: laying words down on the ground for aliens to read. |
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This idea, currently only speculative, is "concrete concrete poetry". But if it were baked, it would become concrete concrete concrete poetry |
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Concrete, from OED: / 5. Hence, generally, Combined with, or embodied in matter, actual practice, or a particular example; existing in a material form or as an actual reality, or pertaining to that which so exists. Opposed to abstract. (The ordinary current sense.)
Absolutely, the concrete, that which is concrete; in the concrete, in the sphere of concrete reality, concretely. / |
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I looked at this as concrete in the sense of concrete thinking: devoid of metaphor, abstraction, allusion or irony but exactly as depicted. For example: |
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Reinforced concrete is more irony. |
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Words sometimes harden, like concrete
And must be poured with caution
They change their shape, from sheet to tweet
Forming both rants and potions
Words build you up, words tear you down
Words resonate, like dancers
But mark my words, sometimes concrete
Becomes the only answer
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ride a watersmooth-silver |
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and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is |
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how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death |
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(I think I'll make this one, just for the hell of it, set it into the grass in my backyard. OK, It's not such a literal 'concrete poem' as to have any recognizable shape other than it's own thing, but hey, still one of the best pieces of literature ever created)
(damn formatting won't work on this site, sorry. it really depends on the format, look it up somewhere to read it in it's native form) |
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