Today’s poetic device, as defined by William Packard in his book, The Poet’s Dictionary: A Handbook of Prosody and Poetic Devices, is
Dramatic Poetry: Poetry that involves two or more notes or TONES or VOICES, as opposed to lyric poetry which involves a single note or tone or voice. Dramatic poetry is not often represented in standard anthologies for English or American poetry because most dramatic verse is written for the theater.
I wrote a poem several years ago that I have entitled many things, but the final version ended up with the title, “Interrupted Monologues.” I wrote this poem to be read through twice. The first time, Part I is to be read first, then Part II. The second time through, the lines are to be read straight across the page, as if the voices are interrupting each other, or finishing each others’ sentences. Because it is written in columns, I cannot post it here in its true form, so I am providing a link herein, so that you can see the poem on the page. You can hear the poem read (along with a poem written by Anthony Abbott, and a poem written by Gary Metheny) in the video below.
Here is the link for the poem itself: Interrupted Monologues
Thanks for viewing and reading.
Talking to Myself ... eavesdroppers welcome 
Happy Monday to you.
So, while the Cubs were getting their asses whipped in Atlanta, the London Review of Books arrived my place, Chicago, and I read a review during pitcher changes, that you may find interesting.
Seems political slander , and the “culture of calumny”, topped the hit parade: before, during, and immediately after the French Revolution.
You got that Harper Lee thing going and I’m being flippant, your war poem a challenge, your reading a chill.
Thanks,
Doug, your single comment is a scatter shot, hitting numerous things about which I feel strongly:
I used to be a rabid Braves fan, before the treachery of ’94, and with the exception of a few innings here and there (Cal Ripken’s record-breaking game, the odd World Series, and the Maguire/Sosa farce), I have not taken MLB back since then. My husband and I took in a Cubs game at Wrigley and a White Sox game in old Comisky park (its last season, I believe), when we were in Chicago back in 1990, and that was great. Long story about why the strike sickened me so much, so I’ll leave off.
What book was being reviewed in your London Review of Books? One of the main characters of the historical novel on which I am working was the self-appointed king of calumny (Jean Paul Marat), and would have made a fine modern day Tea Partier in some ways.
As for a Harper Lee thing, I wish! The voice in the historical novel is far different from anything else I have written. Maybe I will put up an excerpt from it later today.
Thanks, Doug, for reading and commenting.
Two Books
The Devil in the Holy Water, or the Art of Slander from Louis XIV to Napoleon
Robert Darnton
Policing Public Opinion in the French Revolution: The Culture of Calumny and the Problem of Free Speech
Charles Walton
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v32/n05/lynn-hunt/a-touchy-lot