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Canso, Chanso, Chanson French, Occitan and Provincial love songs, made popular
in 12th century Europe by the troubadours which constantly strove for
originality and perfection of form. The lines between the 3 terms is blurred.
The Chanson is believed to be the inspiration for the ItalianCanzone. The verse often exalted a lady
love. Courtly
Compliment is
a sub genre of the Chanson.
The Canso, Chanso or
Chanson are:
- stanzaic, usually 5 or 6 nonce stanzas of identical pattern.
- expected to be original in form. The metric length of the line, the number of lines in a stanza, the rhyme scheme was expected to be different from anything that had gone before.
- often ended by an envoy or tornada structured in the same pattern as the last half of the previous stanzas. (The Occitan tornada is a dedication to a patron or friend added at the end of verse while the French envoy is a summation of the theme added to the end of the verse. )
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My thanks to Mr. Weatherford, and to Ms. Van Gorder for their fine resouces.
Example Poem
Cold-cuts (Chanso)
I planned to lunch
at home today
and get away from
office noise.
A hot pastrami
sounds so good,
I know I would enjoy
it much
and then a nap would
sound okay.
I stacked thin
slices pretty high
I don't know why but
thinner works;
I slathered mustard
on the meat
then set the heat at
one-oh-one.
It smelled so good
on fresh warm rye.
I was about with
great delight
to take a bite when
cell-phone chimes
demanded my
reluctant ear
a financier it seems
was keen
to cure my future's
fiscal plight.
He was informed and
spoke at length
of safety, strength
,and asset growth,
with fortune
favoring the bold;
my sandwich cold he
said good-bye
for like I said he
spoke at length.
I heated up my meal
once more
then at the door
there came a knock
(a lady looking for
my wife),
who for the life of
me I know
I didn't know, I
stalled therefore.
Two more phone calls
and one more knock,
by then the clock
showed time to get
me back to join the
working fold
and eat my cold
repast at last-
warm lunch at
home is such a crock!
© Lawrencealot -
January 22, 2014
Visual Template
This is simply a template relating to the poem above.
A poet can use any line length or meter he wants, so their can be no "correct template."
In this case I used iambic tetrameter, interlaced rhyme, and a unique rhyme scheme.
Note. The specifications at the top call for repetition which I have not employed.
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