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  • Hey, April is poetry month in the U.S.A. and Canada!

    So, why bother studying warfare through poetry? Here are two quick reasons.

    First, poetry invokes an emotional response and attaches it to the subject. This allows us to gain a limited understanding of why the author wrote the piece and what he was experiencing at the time of writing. For example, the reader may not know what it was like to live in a ghetto in Warsaw during WWII. But reading a poem may help them share a very small part of the experience. An experiencce that is unavailable, unwanted, or emotionally and physically dangerous, may be tangentially examined.

    Second, poetry does what Viktor Shklovsky called 'defamiliarization.' Poetry can make a thing, such as a concept or idea, unfamiliar in order to enhance its perception. It removes the object from the automatism of perception. Going beyond Shklovsy's idea, the reader is forced into novel ways of percieving an object and this may lead to new analysis.

    So, here is a poem on warfare that is probably unfamiliar to most of us. Amir Gilboa was born in the Ukraine. He immigrated illegaly to Palestine in 1937. He served with the British Army's Jewish Brigade. He also fought in Israel's War of Independence.

    My Brother Was Silent
    Amir Gilboa (translated by A.C. Jacobs)

    My brother came back from the field
    In grey clothing.
    And I was afraid my dream would be false
    And began at once to count his wounds.
    And my brother was silent.

    Then I burrowed into the pockets of his tunic
    And found a dressing with a dried stain,
    And on a crumpled postcard his girl's name
    Beneath a picture of some poppies.
    And my brother was silent.

    And I undid his bundle
    And took out his things, memory after memory.
    Hurray, my brother, my heroic brother,
    Look, I've found your symbols!
    Hurray, my brother, my heroic brother,
    I'll shout your praises!
    And my brother was silent.
    And my brother was silent.

    And his blood cried out of the ground.
    AHIKS - Play by (E)mail board wargaming since 1965.
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  • #2
    Poetry? Argh.......
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    • #3
      Originally posted by Psycho
      Poetry? Argh.......
      You just go back to watching Top Gun buddy.
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      • #4
        Good poetry can say so much,using so little.
        i yam what i yam and thats what i yam!

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Duncan
          You just go back to watching Top Gun buddy.
          Too macho for me. Always seemed like a chick movie to me but it has quite a bit of overly macho stuff too. Not a big Cruise fan. He makes some really good movies but sometimes he's just too annoying. And that was even before he went off the deep end.
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          • #6
            Poetry is not for me
            I would rather be hung from a tree

            I would not read it with my wife
            I would not read it to save my life

            I would not read it just for fun
            You couldn't force me with a gun

            It makes no sense that some rhyme while some do not
            I would plead and beg to be shot

            You could threaten me all day
            My response would be "fire away"

            Force your poetry on me you could
            Empty my wrists in the tub I would

            Into the stove I would put my head
            Were you to read some to me in bed

            You could wax poetic on a roller coaster
            But you'd drive me to bathe with a toaster

            Your prose to me is like pollution
            It makes me want to drink cleaning solution

            Try to convince me, you won't get far
            You'll find me breathing exhaust in the car

            So your haiku you can shove
            Not to be mean, it comes from love


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            • #7
              Yer a sick man.
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