TERRY BOWDEN
How do I punctuate poetry
Some poets have been erroneously taught,
That at the end of a line they assuredly
ought,
To place a comma, or even a full,
Stop or they'll be seen as a fool.
Stop!
So if you are
one of those unfortunate victims of erroneous teaching, please awaken the
ghost of that teacher and tell him or her to write out 1000 times: "I must
not mislead our future talented poets!" Any further punishments I leave
to your own discretion, but be sure to mete them out until the demon is
thoroughly exorcised.
Here is
an example from Scribble to illustrate the over-cooked comma:
Now it is but a few months away,
To that momentous moment that humans will
say,
Why was I born on the new years day,
Of a new millennium.
Of course we all know, each day is the
start,
Of each new era, of each new part,
The dates we refer to are so artificial,
They begin at the end, end at the start.
By recasting
the first sentence as prose, reducing leading capitals to lower case, we
get:
Now it is but a few months away, to
that momentous moment that humans will say, why was I born on the new years
day, of a new millennium. Of course we all know, each day is the start,
of each new era, of each new part, the dates we refer to are so artificial,
they begin at the end, end at the start.
Agh! What
a nonsensical proliferation of persistent and flow stopping commas! Read
that aloud, pause at each comma, and listen to how senseless it sounds.
The excessive punctuation marks destroy the poet's intended flow of thought
as the reader tries to interpret them.
With a little knowledge
of grammar (yes, it is spelt g r a m m a r .. try finding grammer in the
dictionary), anyone can punctuate the above first sentence as follows:
Now it is but a few months away to that
momentous moment when humans will say, "Why was I born on the new year's
day of a new millennium?"
Now we can recast that as poetry:
Now it is but a few months away
To that momentous moment when humans will
say,
"Why was I born on the new year's day
Of a new millennium?"
Personally, I blame sleepless nights on this
pernickety mood. Has anyone got any even more minor complaints, or have
I hit the zenith?
Terry Bowden
timEd-B9 pernickety,
pernickety, there's no one more pernickety
Origin: Net-Picket, Devonport,
Auckland, N.Z.
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