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Andreus

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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #45 on: February 20, 2015, 10:26:59 am »

Quote from: Toady One
A light poetic form, originating in The Circular Cloisters. The poem is a single tercet. It is always written from the perspective of a traveller. A form of parallelism is common throughout the poem, in that certain lines often contrast underlying meaning. Each line has eight syllables. The ending of every line of the poem rhymes with every other. The first line concerns the past. The second line concerns current events. It must make use of assonance. The third line concerns the future. It must make use of assonance and ambiguity.

Where once I walked a quiet shore
Today its roaring pains me sore
Not him nor I are as before


It's basically dwarven haiku.
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #46 on: February 20, 2015, 01:46:35 pm »

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A solemn poetic form concerning a specific place, originating in The Amber Relic. The poem is a single tercet. Use of simile is characteristic of the form. A form of parallelism is common throughout the poem, in that certain lines often contrast underlying meaning. The ending of every line of the poem rhymes with every other. The third line of the tercet shares the underlying meaning of the second line. The first line is intended to describe the subject of the poem. It has three syllables. The second line is intended to develop the previous idea. It has six syllables. The third line is intended to teach a moral lesson. It has eight syllables.


Sodden snow-
Melt starts like sap to flow;

Even 'neath frost, spring streams may grow.
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #47 on: February 22, 2015, 08:34:16 am »

All assigned to their respective doom
Shouting "it was inevitable"
At least they assume
The day was memorable
None where immune
He stood on the table
His lute out of tune
Singing a mad fable
The bard was a goon
Clearly unstable
Payment one doubloon
In anger became able
He howled at the moon
Terrible form did enable
Gifted now he paints maroon
Don't give him a label
Or you will hear him soon.
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« Reply #48 on: February 27, 2015, 12:48:08 pm »

A solemn poetic form concerning a specific place, originating in The Amber Relic. The poem is a single tercet. Use of simile is characteristic of the form. A form of parallelism is common throughout the poem, in that certain lines often contrast underlying meaning. The ending of every line of the poem rhymes with every other. The third line of the tercet shares the underlying meaning of the second line. The first line is intended to describe the subject of the poem. It has three syllables. The second line is intended to develop the previous idea. It has six syllables. The third line is intended to teach a moral lesson. It has eight syllables.

Dark of pond,
Past the candle ring yawned.
The eyeless fish sees well beyond.
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #49 on: February 27, 2015, 12:50:49 pm »



Sodden snow-
Melt starts like sap to flow;

Even 'neath frost, spring streams may grow.
My favourite so far.
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #50 on: February 27, 2015, 04:57:21 pm »

Taking a stab at Poem Description #2:

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A solemn poetic form intended to express grief over mining, originating in The Splattered Confederations. The poem is a single octet. Use of internal rhyme, assonance and vivid imagery is characteristic of the form. Each line has six feet with an accent pattern of unstressed-unstressed-stressed (qualitative anapaestic hexameter). The ending of every line of the poem rhymes with every other. The fifth line of the octet contrasts the underlying meaning of the second line. The second line of the octet is required to maintain the phrasing of the first line. The eighth line of the octet uses the same placement of allusions as the first line.

All above are the elf and the man who attack and amass what we find,
  Yet around us the granite, our haven and hearth where we raise up our kind.
Mining stone chambers lower and longer, each growing as dwarf-skill designed.
  Hewing rock, gather ore, smelt and craft, grow the store with each gem that we’ve shined.
Muscles quick, every pick digging deep where the danger unknown to the mind,
  Comes alive in dark places, this fathomless horror to which we are blind.
The cold sweat of our beards brings us nearer to terror, our safety behind,
  Deep below us the caverns, its dangers and doom that our delvings unbind.
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« Reply #51 on: February 28, 2015, 12:14:43 am »

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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #52 on: February 28, 2015, 06:17:32 am »

Will this help?
http://thinkzone.wlonk.com/PoemGen/PoemGen.htm
Judging by this random creation when i clicked on the link:

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Courage is a misty sailor.
Travel swiftly like a misty tuna.
Love is a rough breeze.

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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #53 on: February 28, 2015, 10:59:21 am »

The big paddle roughly craveds the paddle.
Why does the paddle groping?
Paddles groping!
Paddles groping like dead paddles.
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Small, swollen beards calmly finger a swollen, small gut.
Why does the spleen strain?
« Last Edit: February 28, 2015, 11:14:02 am by Krewl »
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #54 on: March 01, 2015, 09:36:14 pm »

you guys are amazing
I want to see a poem for all of the posted forms!
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #55 on: March 02, 2015, 11:23:42 am »

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I want to see a poem for all of the posted forms!

Some of the forms Toady constructed (such as #1) use tone patterns, which are common in languages where tone conveys meaning.  In English the meaning conveyed by tone is severely limited, and I couldn't construct anything to match.

Does that imply that Dwarven is a tonal language?
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #56 on: March 02, 2015, 12:25:08 pm »

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I want to see a poem for all of the posted forms!

Some of the forms Toady constructed (such as #1) use tone patterns, which are common in languages where tone conveys meaning.  In English the meaning conveyed by tone is severely limited, and I couldn't construct anything to match.

Does that imply that Dwarven is a tonal language?
Only in some worlds - since that information simply doesn't exist yet, and a full-on language rewrite would take too long, DF will decide some language traits in world gen on its own.
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #57 on: March 04, 2015, 03:23:44 pm »

We strike the earth and strike the earth
Hands to handles, picks to stone
Dig out graves, but fire the hearth
Iron lasts longer than bone

Life is short and flesh is weak
Ale and mettle to metal mail
We don our arms, though things be bleak
For someone somewhere, reads our tale

We carve our flesh into stone
For earth outlasts even death
And when we die, we die alone
And live again in readers' breath

When we fall, our halls will stand
When we sleep, our walls awake.
We dig our tombs with happy hands
Made immortal by what we make
 
Still we wonder in the dark
Will you see us as we are?
Long of beard, from our marks?
Stout of heart, from our scars?

And so we sing, arm in arm
And so we drink from our birth
And if our mirth loses charm
We strike the earth and strike the earth
 

 


Add a chorus and I can see this as a rock (hehe) song.
Probably something like Rush.
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #58 on: March 06, 2015, 08:03:13 am »

So from how language and tech develops what would the first poem be??
My guess:
In a time before time, somebody attacked somebody.
It was inevitable


I feel like a terrible animal now. I'll replace it with a legit poem soon, using the same influence.
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Re: Dwarven poetry (bad is the new good)
« Reply #59 on: March 06, 2015, 08:24:55 am »

An example of early dwarven artistic snobbism:


An elephant.
Amrok's study of volume
in flesh and bone and fat.
Nothing wrong with that.

Hollowed by undeath
a form devoid of manifestation
a natural nexus of infestation,
matter diseased with will to live.

What nature abhors,
becomes rigid and stiff.

What earth rejects, if only once,
in a vortex of vigorous totentanz.

Gems, metals and gold,
earths's blood and marrow,
ideas, shapes and stories to be told,
piercing my mind like finely crafted arrows.

Nothing remains,
nothing stays still.
Nobody left here anymore,
for life to scare and kill.
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The entire content consists of senseless murder, a pile of faceless naked women and zero regard for human life in general, all in the service of the protagonist's base impulses. It is clearly a cry for help from a neglected, self absorbed and disempowered juvenile badly in need of affectionate guidance. What a sad, sad display.
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