MADNESS IN SEARCH OF

[SapioSexual9]

27 Poems and related things to read and I see @SpermFactory inciting love splat splatting in my thread

My lecturing guy, Zero 101 “Get over here”

Speaking of splat splatting NOW NOW NOW. I would remove it NOW. Because Sperm you are cheat writing a repetitious poem in epizeuxis .

Although if sperm could speak all it would ever say is NOW NOW NOW! And in hard centric hilarity though of ovulating eggs responding
YES Yes Ya ya ya yesss.”



On posting writing exercises, take them down? Leave them up?

I think, in communal spaces if we can’t hear another’s voice all we hear is our own. To paraphrase a @SapioSexual9 line,

“…men see their lips moving and think of Lesbians.” The “their” being other men.

It’s probably why humanity isn’t speaking any more. We can’t hear another’s creative voice without being Judge Dread and Judy.

Well, how do we know what’s good or bad if both good and bad don’t exist? In argument with myself, who needs to eat dog shit to know it tastes like dog shit? So I left my drek sketch an idea poem Punched Time posted. It along with other thought experimentsI have left posted. They are all examples of the value of fearless creative stupidity.

“Thoughtless, I am stupid therefore I am thoughtful.” Plato-re-sized. I love being wrong especially when righted.

42, when is a ramble a ramble. And, I see you two are speaking Bro code () I raise You & Sperm an eyebrow.
Tidy this up

 

[42BelowsBack]

I'm also thinking of exercises/games where you have to name a metaphor for whatever the person above you says (like you say "cloud" and I say "cotton fluff" and the next person says a metaphor for "cotton fluff" and so on).

Maybe? A chain link challenge where we link everyone’s metaphors into a poem?

Clouds of cotton fluffs crowd the sky.

 

[Angeline]

Maybe? A chain link challenge where we link everyone’s metaphors into a poem?

Clouds of cotton fluffs crowd the sky.

Look up. Cotton fluff is floating, crowding the blues.

 

[SmilingLez]

We've done form "teach-in" threads in the past. A few of the usual suspects participate and everyone else heads for the hills lol.

The Revise-a-Poem thread is showing that people are willing to workshop and give feedback. I think that thread or maybe something like a poem of the week, where one brave individual offers up a poem for a week's worth of critique and revision could work well. I'm also thinking of exercises/games where you have to name a metaphor for whatever the person above you says (like you say "cloud" and I say "cotton fluff" and the next person says a metaphor for "cotton fluff" and so on). Or maybe we do similar exercises/games with alliteration or assonance or rhyme, just fun silliness that gives opportunities to practice poetry essentials. I'd love exercises to practice writing a line in a specific meter: that's something I'd like to try.

I'm sure if we researched online we'd find lots of prompts or games that afford opportunities to practice the tools of poetry.

Again, I'm just thinking out loud. I'd love to hear everyone's ideas.

Exercises to practice writing a line in a specific meter sounds like a wonderful challenge. Perhaps suggesting a topic for our poetry and everyone using their own style to embrace that topic

 

[Waeponwifestre]

I'd love exercises to practice writing a line in a specific meter: that's something I'd like to try.

Writing metrically is lovely
Trochees specially are fun
Breaking mores of our language
Twisting English into circles
Turning speaking into chanting
Hearing why the Bard of Avon
Put these sounds into the mouths of
Fairies, witches, gods and madmen
Left the iambs for the mortals

High school once made meter boring
Made it seem like such a prison
Turning sonnets into cell blocks
Much like most of my school learning
Long did I retreat to free verse
Till I learned and studied music
Learned that composers would practice
Writing pieces called études
Pieces written just for practice
All around a single concept
Tonal key, technique or form
Often I’ve thought poems would be a
Fitting place for études intoned

Self-imposed capricious rules
Extra plates to spin while writing
Make it more fun but they also
Made me realize that by binding
Chaining myself to a meter
Never was I in a prison
Never locked away by language
Rather it’s become a playground
Full of wonder and excitement
Though I fear that speaking trochees
Like a Scottish witch of Hecate’s
After writing this is now like
Yesterday’s old Christmas present

Silly though this poem may be
Mostly needed I to express
Practice sections would be lovely
Getting better with more techniques
Putting more tools in my toolbelt
Finding new ways to hack English
Something that I’d like to see

 

[Angeline]

Writing metrically is lovely
Trochees specially are fun
Breaking mores of our language
Twisting English into circles
Turning speaking into chanting
Hearing why the Bard of Avon
Put these sounds into the mouths of
Fairies, witches, gods and madmen
Left the iambs for the mortals

High school once made meter boring
Made it seem like such a prison
Turning sonnets into cell blocks
Much like most of my school learning
Long did I retreat to free verse
Till I learned and studied music
Learned that composers would practice
Writing pieces called études
Pieces written just for practice
All around a single concept
Tonal key, technique or form
Often I’ve thought poems would be a
Fitting place for études intoned

Self-imposed capricious rules
Extra plates to spin while writing
Make it more fun but they also
Made me realize that by binding
Chaining myself to a meter
Never was I in a prison
Never locked away by language
Rather it’s become a playground
Full of wonder and excitement
Though I fear that speaking trochees
Like a Scottish witch of Hecate’s
After writing this is now like
Yesterday’s old Christmas present

Silly though this poem may be
Mostly needed I to express
Practice sections would be lovely
Getting better with more techniques
Putting more tools in my toolbelt
Finding new ways to hack English

Showoff!

 

[Waeponwifestre]

Showoff!

It’s really just like the one trick I’m kind of ok at lol there’s a looooot of stuff I’d really like to practice like getting better at carrying through interesting metaphors

 

[Angeline]

It’s really just like the one trick I’m kind of ok at lol there’s a looooot of stuff I’d really like to practice like getting better at carrying through interesting metaphors

You are very good and not just at writing metered lines. You understand and produce traditional forms at lightning speed, you're great with rhyme, and I've seen you produce some lovely, arresting images. And your explication of Tennyson's Shalott is thoughtful and innovative. Can you improve? Yes. So can I, so can we all. And I think practice in the form of exercises/games will be good for all of us!

 

[42BelowsBack]

Sharing a personal note. Speaking aloud to the universe.

Writing High on Oxygen I wait for the wave, a feeling, then go with it, writing a poem. While I write I feel high, the poem is alive. I post it feel real good. But I’m blind. Once the ink drys, when I read it again. I feel high and dry. The feeling now gone. I see without feeling my poem is only leftover words. So I catch another wave and keep working on my poetry. And when I write everyday I end up writing lines not poems.
And I often have opinion onions about poems that once I’ve peeled them back i.e. said I disagree with it.

That’s what I am thinking in this minute. Reset begin again.

 

[SapioSexual9]

Research also underpins my first attempt at a Greek Tragedy (Drinking in another poet’s field) which is why @SpermFactory want’s to get his hands on that poem aka critique it. Nope. Not happening.

You deleted The Woman in a Pink Coat as well as Drinking in the expectations of another poet’s field. Why? I wondering why take them down and leave up Time Punched which you completely rewrote?

 

[42BelowsBack]

You deleted The Woman in a Pink Coat as well as Drinking in the expectations of another poet’s field. Why? I wondering why take them down and leave up Time Punched which you completely rewrote?

Deleted Time…Relocated the …Pink Coat after Drinking in the…

 

[42BelowsBack]

I write vibe poetry, never confessional poetry, it’s my thing, not my thing. I guess that’s a confession

 

[42BelowsBack]

Tritina

There is no recipe for poetry,
only obsessions and odd, random tics
like using a manual typewriter

as if somehow using a typewriter
could make one's idiot writing poetry.
Try to convince me that isn't a tic.

Real poems get under your skin like a tick
sucking blood. It's as if your typewriter
had fangs for keys, needing poetry,

poetry—every damn typewritten tic.

Week 7 : Poem 2 : Total 14

@Tzara’s very clever poem. It says one thing while being another. Which is poetry.

 

[42BelowsBack]

Is there a place for surrealist wild beasts in poetry. Not a question just my latest meandering inspired by viewing a Matisse or two or three.

The Spy & the Psychiatrist

At first he is drawn by the tilt of
her neck how it seduces the light
accentuating the curve of her lips
which sit rather than hang slack
beneath her nose, he knows her
meds haven't kicked in, her mouth
is still prim, a pink wall her mouth
her tongue, in its cotton padded cell,
she is facing but not directly to the
wall her mind an envelope sealed
later to be opened with something
like a pair of scissors.