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Module 2 - What's the Big Idea

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Kent Fortin

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Module 2 - Sound and Music
Emphasis of Certain Sounds
Rhyme
Sound: Yesses and Nos
Alliteration
+ Powerful in terms of emphasizing a chosen sound, and therefore a mood.
- Can be pushy or overdone easily
A little goes a long way. Often, only
one pairing
will make the point, especially with power words in the line.
Assonance
Arguably more subtle
Consider ranges: oo, oh, ah vs. ay, ih, ee
"In
the
midst
of the quiet of close-
clipped
lawns." - Lowell
"Rags of
green

weed
hung down" - Bishop
Differs from rhyme in that the consonants in the words are different. "
Rags
of green
bags
hung down" would be internal rhyme.
Be careful - there are only so many vowel sounds. A bit of this is bound to happen unintentionally.
Consonance
Rhyme - Plusses
+ stunt skillfully performed – a cool challenge
+ returning to a starting point – a common tendency in music, life: symmetry
+ heightens/connects/emphasizes the other word. A power move
+ invites a certain sound more often
+ provides a structure

Rhyme - Minuses
- Prevents poets from saying what they want to say
- Boring, predictable
- Drives a lot of poems - takes over.
Kinds of Rhyme
Rhyme Kills Good Poems!
End-Rhyme + End-Stopped Lines = Ugh.

I saw a lovely emerald bird.
It flitted and flew and whirred.
It looked a bit absurd.
My cat meowed and purred.
"Summers Ago"
- Isabella Gardner
"For the First Time"
-Sierra Student
"Birdwatching XIII: Dad's Crows"
-Kent Fortin
Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
Again, consider ranges:
Fricatives:
f, ch, k, sh, th
Plosives:
p, b
Liquids:
s, l, r
Nasals:
n, ng,

Again, recognize the potency of even a little.
And
d
a
z
ed us
d
arlings, and
d
a
zz
le
d
us, I
s
ay that
s
un cra
z
e
d
our
s
erene a
s

c
eramic
s
el
v
es and our noon gla
z
e
d
co
v
e
Internal Rhyme:
"He loomed, her Nosferatu groom."
End Rhyme:
"And here on this turning of the
stair
Between passion and
doubt,
I pause and say a double
prayer
,
One for you, and one for you;
And so they cancel
out.
"
Slant Rhyme:
"And here on this closing of the
door
Between passion and
fate
,
I pause and say a double
prayer
,
One for you, and one for you;
And so they cancel
out
."

End-rhyme + Enjambed = Better

Veils of shade fall across my neighbor’s backyard
perimeter, inviting predators undeterred
in their hunt. My cats covet the bright birds
that gather at concrete bath in the yard’s center.

The ferryman fairied us out to sea
Gold gold gold sang the apple-tree

Children I told you I tell you our sun was a hail of gold.
I sat that sun stoned, that sun stormed our tranquil, our blue bay
bellsweet saltfresh water (bluer than tongue-can-tell daughter)
and dazed us darlings, and dazzled us, I say that sun crazed
(that sun clove) our serene as ceramic selves and our noon glazed cove,
and children all that grew wild by the wonderful water shot tall
as tomorrow, reeds suddenly shockingly green had sprouted like sorrow
and crimson explosions of roses arose in that flurry of Danaean glory
while at night we did swoon ah we swanned to a silverer moonlight than listen or lute
we trysted in gondolas blown from glass and kissed in fluted Venetian bliss.

Sister and brother, I your mother
Once was a girl in skirling weather
Though summer and swan must alter, falter
I waltzed on the water once, son and daughter.
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