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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!
Zimina: Poems can open our spirit Poems teach us to be sincere Poems help us to creative Poems carry out our dream.
Ketty: Do you hear, Greatest poets Righting poems In the Word? For example As Shakespeare Who so famous In the world! I can’t do it Like each other But I tryind Do it good! Don’t chide me If my rhymes Will be sound Like a wood!
shalun: oh my God it so good !!
Yuliya: Computer is a great invention, We cannot live without it. Computers save the time and money, This fact can everyone admits. The 21st century is quick and fast, It brings a progress every moment. And we cannot waste our time, That’s why the world invented robots. Computers lighten our life, They seldom make any mistakes. It’s easier to live with them, Computers like the human’s brains. But everything cannot be perfect And robots have the drawbacks too. They carry out any work you ask for, But the creative work can’t do. Computers can play chess or cards And always win you in spite your skills. But different games are just a program That doesn’t need some human sense. In spite of all computer’s merits It cannot help us to create The works of arts, that need lots of feelings, And can’t be by a heartless robots made. So, I consider, that computers Make our life a simple one. But I’m sure no computer Can write a poem, except a man.
ëÿñÿ: Computer intelligence and human brain So, what can I say? I’ll try to find among them main. I think, it is the brain. You’ll never trust the computer all those: Your feelings, emotions and thoughts. You only can operate with the work Yes, or maybe not? It will never produce that Your soul can produce in fact. It only will serve to show, The work you made your own. But it will never express The real ideas, emotions I guess.
èççàé: Poetry! What does it mean? It is an art To show your own opinion through some words, Word combinations, using different kinds of metaphors. Contrast, compare some events through some phenomena. You’ll take a book with poems, you will read, You’ll understand the feeling of the author, Because it’s only in the human forces To realize the writer’s thoughts, emotions. A person, who decides to write a poem, Can show, express his view on life, on problems With using different words and word expressions, That isn’t carry only straight meanings but figurative also. Just try to give a command to a computer To write a poem, not very long, and although It is a very clever machine with different systems, In any way it will fail all his attempts. You see, that the computer was invented To calculate, to count up and solve some problems. But not to think in a creative way. It can’t be so. It is impossible to him to choose the right word Because he doesn’t think about the whole idea of the work. At last, I’d like to tell you that the poetry Like an amazing picture on the wall Looking at which, you feel exciting and enjoyable Which gives you many points to live.
Yuliya: I like the poems of Kate and Gulkai Which have the same idea, That computer and poetry are different things And they are incompatible. Gulkai and Kate say that a computer Is the machine without a soul. It isn’t able to love, to suffer, It is indifferent and cold. It can’t express like any poet His feelings, attitude and dreams. So, let computers count something, And a man write poems.
Àëüôà: Computer, computer, computer… Here you can write quicker. Here you can be a crazy gamer, Here you are a powerful user! But here you can’t think wider Because you are only a user! You can play complex games Because you have brains. He figures up his future steps. It’s marvelous! But… you have feelings to express, And sometimes you make mistakes… And you have a heart That’s why sometimes life seems hard. You can’t write poetry on the computer Because the charming poetry Is only for those who have hearts.
Áîëãàíîâà Ä.Ä.: If you are full of inspiration, Creating poems at your heart, No matter where to write. If you are full of inspiration With thoughts magnificant and kind, No matter where to write. If you are full of inspiration The strongest thigs's imagination. Machines or sheets. It doesn't matter. Idead will decide what's better.
ëèëü÷èê: Computers, Internet, Machines Become more steadily for us. Become we lazy and useless As all the work is done for us. We all the nights sit at them And click, and click, and click again. Become we irritated, stressed, And don’t mind what’ll happen next. We have forgotten sense of life But we can live and be alive We seldom speak and seldom think We aren’t happy, we’re just sick. Computers only the machines They can’t express emotions, fears They can’t show feelings and the mind, And they can’t show the poem’s heart. But we can love, dream and forgive, But we can taste, feel and believe, We also know, we think, relieve I make a conclusion, we are not machines! We depend on computers And they also depend on us But we are the humans And they are only technologies.
äåãòÿðåâà: The computer is the modern machine It hasn’t the soul, the tears. It can’t express the feelings Which show that you in dream It hasn’t express the attention Which shows that you in love. It can’t convey true spirit Which people feel in rather way. The base of this mechanism Is build on any programmer Which is only situated In some strict sequences. The soul of any people Is based on sincere senses. We can feel, cry, worried But computer can’t do it.
Êàïðèçóëüêèíà: ‘You can’t write poetry on the computer, You mean, that the machine can’t write itself. My dear teacher? O’k. I think you are quite right’ And there is nothing we could fight. So, our world is nice and large And no one tries to think too much. We all have got that bad machines, Which can’t improve our English skills. We all have got that good machine, Which make odd work that we don’t feel. I love computer for it’s helpful And so you do just for the same. However, something makes me think, That the machines not just play prinks. What will be if one nice day, We, you and I and they, Become useless in all ways? All computers are like monsters, Teach us, tease us giving orders. World is on the brink of tears, For nothing good goes on for years. Wake up, people! Don’t you see? Machines are working just for spree! So, what a shame! Instead of using our brains, We start to feel the programme fails. Forget about our culture, The most unique for our minds. Don’t pay attention for the nature, The main inspirer of times. Compose, compose, compose ,my dear, Your thoughts are peaceful and sane. Compose, compose, compose, my dear, For people, not machines have fame!
Rainbow: "You can't write poetry on the computer”. Quentin Tarantino I wonder, oh, What is creation? Is it a child of one’s imagination, Glamorous fantasy or inspiration? Can you create anything Well or just badly, Can you create anything Just not to be wealthy? Can you create anything Without the tension? Remember, it may become Pride of the nation… Excuse me For lyrical long deviation… I wanted to pay on them Little attention… You can’t write the poetry On the computer, Though it is not silly, It isn’t a murder… The poetry is Like a game With the words, Like wonderful painting Which was created in dots. Take pen, use your hand, Write about your thoughts. And hear the silence Instead of the noise. Which noise? Of the street? Of computer, of course!
Aëåêñàíäð Áóëåêîâ: Bring pen or pencil Bring shirt of paper Move away computer And sit near the table Think about your purpose About your creation Don't think about PC Only then you will get a real satisfaction When you will write it yourself When you will do it without any machine Only then you will have result Only then you will have enthuasism
Aëåêñàíäð Áóëåêîâ: If you have ideas If you sit in quit Take the sheet of paper And begin to write... Just nice, haven't got any comments
Aëåêñàíäð Áóëåêîâ: Poetry! What does it mean? It is an art To show your own opinion through some words... Really...very huge verse)i think,i wouldn't create such poem
Ñëîáîäèíà Ëåíà: When you write on a paper And with pencil or pen Your brains work greater And cross and tore you can. If you see a lot of paper on the floor It seems that you are working more Than if you look in empty screen And there is nothing in. You correct by “Delete” your mistake But you can’t your computer take And throw away in the window Because its weight and price not low. It is all what I want you to say At this very interesting day!
Ðîäèîíîâà Íàäåæäà: The computer – what is it? I don’t understand what’s for it? The computer is a machine For to write the competition. But I think it’s wrong, Don’t for it, it was born. The competition consists Of our soul emotions. The computer without brains And it is without motions.
Øàãàëèíà Ãóçåëü: Can’t you write poetry on the computer? Why? I can everything! All that I want! Computer’s my helper. Computer’s my friend It gives information, knowledge you want. I write all my tasks, exercises and songs I watch many films on computer itself It helps me to write and it help me to work I could write this poetry on computer myself
ßãàíîâ Ìàðàò: Quentin Tarantino, why do you think so? I work at the computer, and I like it best of all. At present I think we must Be communicated and be so fast. And writing poems is so fine Where your fantasy may fly. But writing poems on computers Gives you more time and feelings.
ßãàíîâ Ìàðàò: Quentin Tarantino, why do you think so? I work at the computer, and I like it best of all. At present I think we must Be communicated and be so fast. And writing poems is so fine Where your fantasy may fly. But writing poems on computers Gives you more time and feelings.
Ãèëüäèíà Äèàíà: Quentin Tarantino, why do you think so? I work at the computer, and I like it best of all. At present I think we must Be communicated and be so fast. And writing poems is so fine Where your fantasy may fly. But writing poems on computers Gives you more time and feelings.
Ñàõèáãàðååâà Ýìèëèÿ: Frankly speaking I must say That computers help us anyway. Many sides of our life Are connected with the files. Poetry is no exception, That’s may be my own perception. Other thing is to discuss: Is there poetry inside of us? If a person can’t make rhymes He may try a lot of times Writing, printing, other things – Useless will be these routines. Rhymes and poems are the parts Which come up from our hearts. Other question may arise: Can computers make you rhymes? Yes, of course, they can do this: Make you rhymes and other things. But the poetry’s main goal Is to touch us deep in soul. So, from this my point of view There’s no help for me and you. My advice will be, my friends: Try to make your rhymes yourselves.
Nitrogen: A poet is a person who doesn't know where He should create his poems - Indeed he doesn't care! The thing is inspiration - it comes just when it wants without invitation - and so a poet learns: To write his thoughts on napkins, to write it while it flies not always it's romantic, not always in the sky He does it when he is sure his masterpiece’ll be born the thing is: he must do it before inspiration’s gone!
Vlad Romanov: Why do you think so? I think it is not true, You can write everywhere In the field, in the park and in the street too Computer can help us It correct our errors It translate our task And we become clever thus.
Vlad Romanov: Why do you think so? I think it is not true, You can write everywhere In the field, in the park and in the street too Computer can help us It correct our errors It translate our task And we become clever thus.
Vlad Romanov: Caesar sad: I think that poetry will never be dead, No matter in what form it’s going to be made, Written or electronical, and proof of it is that Piece of poetry of mine that I have published in the Internet. My answer: I hope you are right It depends on your mind Don`t bother about Net It can help us to connect
olgaa: Though my eyes see the keys, Fingers do as they please. They start words like “white” with “S”, Though they very well know That “S” is one key below And reversal will not impress. But look at some lines without rhythm or rhymes Where semblance to verse is but fleeting. And the tightly clenched fist will never assist Or will words that do not bear repeating. I'm really vexed As they’ve lost my text, And I can't find its new hidden venue. The DELETE command has shown its hand, I'll delete the damn thing from my menu. There seems to be strain Between fingers and brain And I feel I would like to mention, When my fingers typed “white” And it didn't sound right, Please believe it was not my intention.
sveticon: My work: Why have you rushed to conclusion that You can’t write poetry on the computer? Just think about: it is said To be convenient and much cuter! I can’t object that a written verse Is always easier to compose Besides, computers do protect The text from slang (it’s not correct): The poet’s fancy’s like a bird – He writes a poem like a gird Or both bylina and converse It can be lengthy, it can be terse. But on the other hand, I think, Though written verses are the pink, Why not you try electronic rhymes? We don’t live in ancient times! It’s easier and far more quickly It’s up to you: in details or meekly You can correct the poem once And twice, and thrice – For your own device! Thus, in conclusion, I’d like to note Despite all this I do will vote For electronics: it is as good As written rhymes in any mood! To rush to conclusion – äåëàòü ïîñïåøíûå âûâîäû Cuter – èíòåðåñíåå Verse – ïîýçèÿ To protect – îãðàæäàòü, ïðåäîõðàíÿòü Gird – íàñìåøêà, êîëêîñòü Bylina – áûëèíà Converse – îáðàùåíèå Terse – ñæàòûé, êðàòêèé, íåìíîãîñëîâíûé The pink – íå÷òî ñîâåðøåííîå, âåðõ, âûñøàÿ ñòåïåíü Meekly – êðîòêî, ñìèðåííî Thrice – òðèæäû
sveticon: What a wonderful contest!!!
*Anutk@*: Hello, everybody!!!
*Anutk@*: My work: In order poems to write You need your fantasy inscribe. Late at night from all to retire So that nobody could you inquire With pleasant plaid yourself to cover Your thoughts of nature to discover To dream you breath there ozone Admiring flowers to your tone And also trees with the sky above To make declaration in verse of love You’d better kiss beloved boy-friend Stare the stars close hand in hand Picturing mutual future in the end At last I confess you, dear friend: A poem refuses to create my head When I sit at the monitor Doesn’t wish to work my motor.
*Anutk@*: In order poems to write You need your fantasy inscribe. Late at night from all to retire So that nobody could you inquire With pleasant plaid yourself to cover Your thoughts of nature to discover To dream you breath there ozone Admiring flowers to your tone And also trees with the sky above To make declaration in verse of love You’d better kiss beloved boy-friend Stare the stars close hand in hand Picturing mutual future in the end At last I confess you, dear friend: A poem refuses to create my head When I sit at the monitor Doesn’t wish to work my motor.
Ñàõèáãàðååâà Ýìèëèÿ: Frankly speaking I must say That computers help us anyway. Many sides of our life Are connected with the files. Poetry is no exception, That’s may be my own perception. Other thing is to discuss: Is there poetry inside of us? If a person can’t make rhymes He may try a lot of times Writing, printing, other things – Useless will be these routines. Rhymes and poems are the parts Which come up from our hearts. Other question may arise: Can computers make you rhymes? Yes, of course, they can do this: Make you rhymes and other things. But the poetry’s main goal Is to touch us deep in soul. So, from this my point of view There’s no help for me and you. My advice will be, my friends: Try to make your rhymes yourselves.
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