Also, you can tell it's not gonna have a happy ending when the main guy's all bumpy.

Tara ,'First Date'


The Crying of Natter 49  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Hayden - Feb 03, 2007 6:11:20 pm PST #7940 of 10001
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."

As an English major, I'm pretty sure I should know what a Villanelle is, but I don't.

A good example is "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." 19 lines long, (6 stanza of 3 lines each, except the final, which has four) with the same 4 words repeating at the end of each line in that particular pattern.


Sue - Feb 03, 2007 6:14:09 pm PST #7941 of 10001
hip deep in pie

One of the last massages I had was a fluttery gentle one, because I was having a migraine and the masseuse didn't want to risk aggravating it while she worked on the bundle of steel cord I call a left trap. I wasn't even lying face down. She loosened it so much I was amazed. I drifted off to sleep, and woke up able to move without the pain.

The very first professional massage I had was like that. Incrdibly gentle, yet I was totally loose by the end of it. I'm a bit of a brute myself when I massage, so it inspired me to try to be gentle and effective.


Kat - Feb 03, 2007 6:34:03 pm PST #7942 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

with the same 4 words repeating at the end of each line in that particular pattern.

Actually, it's a rhyme pattern (aba) except there is a dual refrain that is also repeated, not just words at the end of the line. So lines 1 and 3 are the dual refrain and they are repeated completely in a specific pattern throughout the poem.

Also, to add to the joy, it's usually written in iambic pentameter, at least 20th century American villanelles.


sarameg - Feb 03, 2007 6:37:10 pm PST #7943 of 10001

I.DO.NOT.HAVE.A.HEADCOLD.


JZ - Feb 03, 2007 6:37:50 pm PST #7944 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

A great (if, as many of them tend to be, incredibly depressing) villanelle: Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art."


Lee - Feb 03, 2007 6:39:02 pm PST #7945 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I.believe you.


ChiKat - Feb 03, 2007 6:43:32 pm PST #7946 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

It is FREAKING COLD here. Dear dog. I left at 8:15 this morning for a job fair and it was 10 degrees. I left the job fair at 3:00 (and only interviewed with 7 school districts...dear me there were a LOT of people there) and it was 5 degrees. It is now -3. I'm home and do not intend on leaving until Monday morning, but my, I thought my ears would freeze off just walking to my car this afternoon.


tommyrot - Feb 03, 2007 7:31:21 pm PST #7947 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

It's so weird how winters here are so much milder than where I grew up (about 220 miles north of here). It doesn't seem like a real winter to me until it gets below zero.

I was gonna pull the carb out of my Mercury today, but previous experience has shown that car repair when it's below zero is not fun.


ChiKat - Feb 03, 2007 7:44:34 pm PST #7948 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

tommy, I don't know how you did it growing up because today is cold enough, thankyouverymuch. I can't imagine winter being like this for weeks/months. One week will be plenty.


tommyrot - Feb 03, 2007 7:53:06 pm PST #7949 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

tommy, I don't know how you did it growing up because today is cold enough, thankyouverymuch.

I was just thinking the other day about how when I was a kid, getting cold to the point of losing feeling in my fingers and toes was quite common (sometimes every day). I can't remember the last time that's happened.

Yeah, not only was it colder when I was growing up, but I was expected to work every day in that cold. Huh - now that seems weird to me....