Change Your Favorite Tune with Grammarly’s “Remix Your Rhymes” Contest
Change Your Favorite Tune with Grammarly’s “Remix Your Rhymes” Contest
Poetry gets a bad rap. Many people believe that it is old-fashioned, boring, or difficult to understand. However, modern forms of poetry can be quite dynamic. Music, for example, has a lot in common with poetry. Both are rhythmic, expressive, and emotive. Both also allow writers to take certain liberties with the conventional rules of language.
April is National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry in all of its forms. In commemoration, Grammarly is introducing a “Remix Your Rhymes” contest to encourage writers to take a closer look at the impact of proper writing on song lyrics.
From April 1, 2013 to May 10, 2013, we invite you to edit the lyrics of your favorite song and then record the new version of the song. Upload a video of your grammatically correct performance to our “Remix Your Rhymes” contest page, along with the name of the original song and the artist, and be entered for a chance to win a $300 gift card for Musician’sFriend.com.
For rules, or more information on the contest, please visit the “Remix Your Rhymes” contest page.
Does proper writing have a place in rhythmic art? Change your favorite tune and send the video to Grammarly in response!
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Grading English 101 Essays
By Sam Pierstorff
Eight done and I can’t bear anymore—
can’t bear the fragments, sentences with broken legs,
crawling through each paragraph without the crutch of verbs.
I’m usually awakened by the poetry in at least
one student’s line—the girl with wild black hair,
plum lips, nose pierced like a dartboard’s bull’s eye—
or the hippie dude in a Che t-shirt, 10 years too old
for junior college, his dirty hair rolled like Havanna cigars.
But not yet, so far it’s just the late-night,
last minute usuals who think periods must be bullets
because it’d kill them to stop a run-on.
I loathe these long nights. The pit of my stomach
feels like a classroom of 4-year-olds with scissors
and a book on making kites.
I am sick of grading, sick of inserting commas
like fish hooks into the murky lakes
of each essay. It’s all sludge and algae.
Show me a rainbow trout, a steelhead, an ounce
of well-reasoned prose and I will dangle myself all night
on a pole of modifiers until something starts to bite.
”I saw that my participle was dangling
My sentence thereby it was mangling
I tried not to pout
though it put into doubt
the perfection for which I was angling.
