The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF POETRY Robert Frost! vs. William Carlos Williams!


FROST
Listen Bill, you're a doctor
Tisn't your fault that my rhymes are going to rockya!
I ought not scare you with how bad it's going to get
But, your free-versing ass is playing without a net.

You write refrigerator notes
I won the Pulitzer Prize.
You call yourself a poet?
It's a passel of lies.
Nothing depends on a red wheel barrow.
Now run, before I strike you with my metaphorical arrows.

WCW
That's right! I'm a doctor, so let me write a prescription
Your fixation with form reflects
an obsessive condition.
I'm gonna send you to the hospital
That's down by the road.
You know the one you didn't take?
Or so I am told.
Well, your words are worn out
and your idioms stale
There's no break in your line
and your vision's gone pale.
My words are like a machine;
Yours are bloated and slow.
There's only one way 
That this battle can go.

FROST
Bill, poor Bill, you haven't a prayer in Spring
What did they call you? Oh yes,
Hamlet of the wedding ring.
You think it's cute that your life was a mess?
Dancing alone in your room and chasing a dress?
You stole your wife's plums like it wasn't a thing
Then put it in a poem to prove you were something.
No ideas but in things?
Well, the first part is true.
You have no idea what a poet can do.
The poet's life is about measure and constraint
Not sticking your nose in a bucket of paint.
Your poems are weak.
They should be written in crayon.
I'm a master of technique.
I'll burn you like napalm.

WCW
Look Frost, I'm trying to be cool
I know your family all died
so you're acting a fool.
But honestly, you've outlived your day
Your poems may have been gold,
But, nothing gold can stay.
So, go mend some walls
or whatever you do.
I'm about clear up
An image or two.

My beat is tight,
Concise
My words are precise.
You like rhyme?
Pentameters?
Well, that shit is trite.
My line is strong, and it is long
Or it's not.
I don't have to pay homage to outmoded thought.
My pen is piercing.
My eye, discerning.
Your poems are an excuse for
Excessive kerning.

Who won?
You decide!


James Ritter

James Ritter was born in Fullerton, California and lives, with his wife and two daughters in Los Angeles.  He has been writing poems since the 1990s. 
His poetry is influenced by eclectic reading in many fields of literature, science and history. Literary influences include William Carlos Williams, John Ashbery, and Frank O'Hara. James also owes much to the participants of the massive open online course, Modern and Contemporary American Poetry, provided by Coursera, who have provided inspiration and advice.
He is an active member of Peppered Poets and Poets of G+, both communities on Google+, and his poem “Song of First Meeting” was recently published in the online zine, Poets of G+ Quarterly. 

About James Ritter

James Ritter was born in Fullerton, California and lives, with his wife and two daughters in Los Angeles.  He has been writing poems since the 1990s. 
His poetry is influenced by eclectic reading in many fields of literature, science and history. Literary influences include William Carlos Williams, John Ashbery, and Frank O'Hara. James also owes much to the participants of the massive open online course, Modern and Contemporary American Poetry, provided by Coursera, who have provided inspiration and advice.
He is an active member of Peppered Poets and Poets of G+, both communities on Google+, and his poem “Song of First Meeting” was recently published in the online zine, Poets of G+ Quarterly. 

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