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POETICAL TOURNAMENT
Ìàíãóòîâà Î.Í.: POETICAL TOURNAMENT. You like poetry and you have what to say to others, don’t you? You are ardent and like the spirit of competition, isn’t it so? Congratulations! You are the very person who should participate in a poetical tournament on the forum of Distant Center of Education “Eidos”. So today we invite you to be one of the participants of a poetical tournament which will be held in the form of discussion. The theme of the discussion: “You can't write poetry on the computer”. Quentin Tarantino The terms of the discussion: Post your poem on the theme of discussion on the forum. Besides you should read the poems of other at least 2 participants and express your own opinion, agreement or disagreement with their authors. Attention! All discussion is only in verses!
Mariko: You CAN write poetry on the computer! You can write poetry everywhere! You can write it even together! Main thing it is desire!
Stillhet: It might be you thought Brevity is a sister of talant, Next time think more And make the words your servant.
Ãàâðèëåíêî Äàâûä: To write is not to Lie! To write means to be happy! Nobody in the world must cry, When read the poems in Inete!
tekiza: I really agree, All poems must make happiness! And it is true, and it is better To soft the internet, But not for crying. And only make you Happy, clever, and more carefree.
Äèàíà Òðóøíèêîâà: The last line keeps a good idea I think it's very pleased to hear You're quite clever But have you written poems ever?
Êàêåí À.À.: I always write in Russian And that's my first assay I'm really like in ocean Of minds and words to say. And I have many problems When I pick up the rhyme It's very stressful process So I sometimes want to cry.
ND: It's not an easy deal, You need to practise more, But I liked your idea You'll open every door! I write in Russian poems And I agree with you That it is important project But we it have to do!)))
*Anutk@*: Êàêåí À.À. ïèøåò: I always write in Russian And that's my first assay I'm really like in ocean Of minds and words to say. And I have many problems When I pick up the rhyme It's very stressful process So I sometimes want to cry. My commentaries: Thanks for your kindness Thanks for your frankness Try to develop imagination Poetry – that’s our inspiration.
Ñàõèáãàðååâà Ýìèëèÿ: I can’t agree with you in this, Because computers are such things, Which help us print all kinds of texts To understand the words in them. I want to add to what I said: Computers’ role in poetry is only in that.
Ãàâðèëåíêî Äàâûä: When you fly in the heaven, When you are only seven, When you are black, when you are white Take your pen and let's write!
apple_pie: i agree with you ,my friend! your discussion is right and correct!!!!! :
glamsofi: I`m agree with you,of course! Your idea is the first!=)
tekiza: I really agree, All poems must make happiness! And it is true, and it is better To soft the internet, But not for crying. And only make you Happy, clever, and more carefree.
Gulnara: Sorry baby but you are so wrong You really think so? Come on! You’re lyrics is a childish drive It makes me fun! So fine!
Êîðîëåâ Ê. Î.: I agree with you Your poem is good And this is my opinion It's not too long And not toos short Well written!
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*Anutk@*: Mariko ïèøåò: You CAN write poetry on the computer! You can write poetry everywhere! You can write it even together! Main thing it is desire! My commentaries: I like your ideas They are so upbeat. Desire’s - the main thing It’s very helpful, indeed
ßãàôàðîâà Ëèëèÿ: To write a poem It's a good idea. By how will you do it? Will you write it on the computer or will you write it on a sheet of paper? It doesn't matter To my mind, The main problem is to find the readers who will read your poetry And who can understand Your own emotions, thoughts, ideas!
Stillhet: I think you really opened us The thought which always forces us To write the poetry thus and thus. It always makes us search the fame And helps create the brilliant frame And bring to our life a golden flame.
Äèàíà Òðóøíèêîâà: I agree with you,my dear, Your idea is quite clear, I support you in the thought Which you've caught.
Caesar: I suppose you’re right, Your piece is very good, It clears our mind And increases our mood
Albin@: Your emotions are very deep, They are eager to compete.
Danlop: I fully agree with you You can write a poem everywhere I know that your opinion is true That your poem for a reader must be clear.
Êàêåí À.À.: I like your minds They really deep We write the poems To present our script. The minds are better Than the ways Which we use to write Poems in our days.
sveticon: ßãàôàðîâà Ëèëèÿ ïèøåò: To write a poem It's a good idea. By how will you do it? Will you write it on the computer or will you write it on a sheet of paper? It doesn't matter To my mind, The main problem is to find the readers who will read your poetry And who can understand Your own emotions, thoughts, ideas! My commentaries: In this your poem I confess All words that here you possess Are real truth not more or less! I’m in agreement with all of them You should believe me There’s no sham! Alas, but poetry is such a thing That needs those readers who can think. It doesn’t touch upon the question What to be written with and how. Not problem was it in the past, to mention Modern days, I vow (êëÿíóñü). So, your point of view is right Your thoughts are also quite bright All in all they all are tight!
Ìàíñóðîâà Ëèàíà: I think if you are a poet You can create On sea and float and doesn't matter Computer is it or simple paper. When bright idea came up to you You write it anywhere and If you say that it is impossible for you to write on the computer I think you aren't a poet But someone else May be just a person
Caesar: Hi-tech has integrated our mind deeply, Sometimes we catch ourselves using it weekly, But I don’t think that without computer there is no poet, And your piece is marvelous, I wish I could do it.
sveticon: Caesar ïèøåò: Hi-tech has integrated our mind deeply, Sometimes we catch ourselves using it weekly, But I don’t think that without computer there is no poet, And your piece is marvelous, I wish I could do it. My commentaries: I can agree with you, my dear To use computer without fear It’s great invention in the world To crown it all, It’s better sold. How right you are to say we use This dear gadget very often Then it is reasonable for a muse (ïîýò; ëþáèìåö ìóç) To type his poetry on 'it To have quite good results indeed!
Nitrogen: Your thoughts are like I've mentioned And I agree with you Each masterpiece - creation Can be typed on the computer too!
Ñàõèáãàðååâà Ýìèëèÿ: I’m absolutely unanimous with you, Your words are really true. But let me say to your last lines: We can’t be poets only due to rhymes.
Stillhet: Computer is the thing of evil. His eye is big and really evil. It makes all people a bit nervous, Through prism of numbers looks enormous. Poetry is our gladness. It gives us wings to fly from sadness. It makes us fly instead of going And give to people sense of loving. We can’t compare these two things, If we combine it’ll shred the wings. We’ll stay on Earth and leave the joy. Don’t use computer as a toy!
Ãàâðèëåíêî Äàâûä: Why don't you like computer? It's a good helper if to use it correctly!
Stillhet: Computer helps us very much, But if you use it very often And take resources it can offer, It harms the head of us too much.
tekiza: Nowadays computer is the cleverest one It’s the well-known fact. But as the author said: It can destroy your health If use it very often.
Caesar: Too late, my comrade, we now use Computer even to see pictures of Lee Bruce, It has gone inside our eye, And if we destroy it, we all will die.
apple_pie: I suppose that you are clever! i will remember your poem forever
Albin@: Your poem is a flash in high, It makes my face a little smile. I liked the way of your creation, It quickly caught all my attention.
Riddie-Belk: Stillhet ïèøåò: Computer is the thing of evil. His eye is big and really evil. It makes all people a bit nervous, Through prism of numbers looks enormous. Poetry is our gladness. It gives us wings to fly from sadness. It makes us fly instead of going And give to people sense of loving. We can’t compare these two things, If we combine it’ll shred the wings. We’ll stay on Earth and leave the joy. Don’t use computer as a toy! I'd like to comment this one, It really has brought me a lot of fun. Computer's really made by demons, They make us stupid, slowly kill us. You're right, we ought to get some rest. Although we think that it's the best thing, the humanity had brought in daily life, But in a race with clock we only deeper dive In that great world called Internet And stays quite even TVset... I like your word about the sence Of loving. But I'll stand against Your instance not to use it as a toy Because more than a half of that's for getting joy)))
glamsofi: Your idea is quite deep Computer for poetry is rip)))
olgaa: If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort, And the memory address makes your floppy disk abort, Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report! If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, And the double-clicking icons put your window in the trash, And your data is corrupted because the index doesn't hash, The situation then is hopeless, and your system will be crashed! If the label on your cable on the gable at your house, Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse, But your packets want to tunnel to another protocol, That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall. And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, So, your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse, Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang, As I’m sure I'm a poet, then the sucker is going to hang! When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk, And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary RISC, Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM, Quickly turn off your computer being ready to write with your plume!
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