In traditional poetry, meter is rythm and therefore fun (play's not beholden to necessity, law or excuse, for one). It opens a channel, throat or gutter radiating from a formerly lonely or sleeping sense or masticatory organ to a whole-body involvement which may proceed to subliminally shake like a dance, laughter or even a sob. This is the source of the err that poetry is merely emotional – poems are always more. Just like constellations, they can be useful in arriving at predicted destinations in timely fashion. Before the days of kitchen clocks, the Ave Maria was sung to properly time the boiling of an egg. It's not just gutter-talk, it's an incantation (that cause-effect's irrelevant with unranked association does not eliminate an emerging implication).
Rhyme is rythm's kin. A key like polysemia or polyphony, it's like a marriage broker who imposes no contract but simply provides introductions all around, hoping the magic or machination works and connections lead to an all out engagement. Modern poetry, foregoing rythm and meter or classical forms is more provisional. One engages the other, then moves on. If reproduction is intended, paper, pen or a more mechanical recording device is necessary in lieu of perfect memory. The limeric or slogan is short and sweet and may help generate multiple offspring in lieu of one's former partner. It is an insemination or germ like an asexual sperm. I get that providing's a gift for seeing, but I wonder how a gift like a map or tallisman (a form of rudder) or magic spell intended for going and coming be considered a sacrifice? I suppose one foregoes one spot to get to another, but was it ever a forgone conclusion?
The Trickster is champion of paradox, portraying it always possible. First princely pal of poetry, the metaphors are real, the reality of precision and functional alignment is the joke. In the hands of a regimented regime, well remember that a joke is just one man's pronouncement of "yoke". As Guy Debord reminded, when in doubt, all meaninings, intensions or entendres are correct. Subjectivity is only a matter of personal taste, proclivity, a choice and never necessarily or despotically structuralist programming. This resonates with Rasputin in regards to sinning: "try them all and not one will take you like a steady diet of heroines shot". Contrary to every imposing dictionary, the confusion of heroin and heroine makes them both more meaningful. Their isolation always precludes children, the key is the rush in the chamber. Both provide the fix, and may, heroically, save the day. It's a double edge sword, into and out of a cave like lucky Loki and Chaos, his mater: queen Mab's womb, or a tomb for that matter. "Prior to any emergence or synergy, a'fore crawling out t'other flank we, all will fall in the pit or mere ('lake')", – by the always nefarious, William Blake.
nefarious, adj
evil: utterly immoral or wicked Literally, "illegal" in Latin, but elsewhere and before sinful pissing, nephele was just a cloud or kidney. Figuratively "nephish": like life of the kidneys, full of piss and vinegar ready to burst so consequently afterward dead-like (a cooked fish out of water, and thus, dis-elimen(a)ted or cleaned & deotherized, just like the ever ubiquitous æther).
[Early 17th century. < Latin nefarius < nefas "sin" < ne "not" + fas "divine law"]
– from the dictionary
The dictionary thus fails to illustrate the etymologically hypocritic rendering of energetic life (signified by a healthy kidney-function and the know-how of clouds which piss rain) to crime, sin and punishment, but warns us not to confuse hear and ear or rain and reign (both produced from shadows), just like to, two and too (all referencing a relation between/of one and/to another (in common) position, number and chance resonance or synchronicity):
Yet how often do heirs scarcely manning chest-hairs which procure them the title: "Herr" meisters grow arrogant airs ere err interferes and they come to arrears, mis-hearing the jeers, inferring them cheers from inferiors?
Then, like to be too prodigiously wined thereby prodding officious other's whines, there is:
affair [12th century. < Anglo-Norman afere , Old French afaire < à faire "to do"]
afar [far away: at, to, or from a great distance]
after [not afore] or
afore [ Old English onforan < foran "in front, before"]
afear [ Old English afræred , past participle of afræren "frighten" < fræren "to fear"] more likely "not free"
afire [blazing or on fire or passionately interested in something or other] as asses,
æser [gods, assyrrians, residents of asgard and other dry politicians & unforbearant draughtsmen as calculators of windage bringing forth austerity or drought for the fair farm-folk and fishers]
afer [American Foundation for Equal Rights or the Romanian Railway Authority; but with wind, a færy or ferry coming in from the southeast carrying warmth, as opposed to a mere inference or it's deferral to an ass. In all other contexts, see Lips, the perequisite of positive affirmation ('ne?' in Niponese illustrating the translingual equivalence between yeah and neigh (no mere whining whinny but inflected nevertheless) juxtaposed to an utterance' end) and the blowing of hot air elsewhere, eh?]
Afer m (Afra f, Afrum n)
From Africa (the region of modern-day Tunisia)
The term is derived from a Punic term for the country in which the city of Carthage was located. It is possibly derived from an ethnonym, viz. an indigenous tribe encountered by the Phoenician colonists. Perhaps related to Punic `afar "dust", or alternatively from Berber `ifri "cave", denoting cave dwellers [or from the womb?]. Flavius Josephus derived the ethnonym from the name of Abraham's grandson, Epher. The name is perhaps related to the tribal name Ifran recorded by medieval Arab authors.– wictionary
In 15th -19th century english spelling, 'S' = '¦', (our 'f' would be spelled 'ph', and sometimes the gutteral 'gh'), but in the phonology of the difference which makes a difference, an f is the negation of s, (the cynically cyclidean sibilant[1] and snake-charming Cynthia), just as a line through an open circle means closed with the emphasis of finality, a coppish authority obstructing affinity: it is no mere coincidence that confideration negates consideration, the fed said, conside and confide were once, before the days of Noah Webster, siblings, in fact identical twins considerate of the humoungous differences between them. Siblings of a side are prooved different lest they could not confide their secrets, one to the other. What would be the point? Webster defeated the age of poetry and revoked its license so that the federation, in hermeneutic or rosicrucean fashion, could set on the seat of government in the perfect simulacron or dissimulation of consensual democracy arising from the Fairy Queen's monarchy. A fed by any other name also said "In the beginning was the word" and proceeded to make it so. In an earlier age, the archon merely operated the rudder, with or without directions from afar (there was that matter of plotting an arc to follow a star, among the Minoans women's work by far), well illustrating the equivalence between the tillerman and teller of tales, tall sails and no clerical accountant at all. But indubitably, only free friends fertilise fecundity, and then, anything goes.
[1] Sybiline hiss: Whether 'twixt the lips, 'tween lip and denture or palette and tongue, it's no adventure – what blows through them's the same as your own. – see Sisyphus, a prophetic curse on kings & patriarchs: what goes up must come down.
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