how do you 'free the poem'?
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JohnnyBlaze said:I've have a KICK ASS trainer who keeps me on my toes and in tip top shape.
good stuff *nods*
H still has me wading through ponds of soggy apostrophes dotted here and there, tadpole-ing in all the wrong places. that's fine, i wouldn't want his creativity to be hampered by worrying about that stuff when i can clean it up for him afterwards. he still argues over some of them, though , posts before getting me to check for him, and that's when i have to get bossy
good stuff *nods*
H still has me wading through ponds of soggy apostrophes dotted here and there, tadpole-ing in all the wrong places. that's fine, i wouldn't want his creativity to be hampered by worrying about that stuff when i can clean it up for him afterwards. he still argues over some of them, though , posts before getting me to check for him, and that's when i have to get bossy
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I'm a latecomer to this; nevertheless, I would say a word or two.
Sometimes I feel that poetry frees me, rather than I freeing poetry.
When a poetic idea grabs me in my bed, I have to jump up and scribble away.
Nearly every night this year, I've hatched a poem before going to sleep sometime between 12:30 and 3:30 a.m. Some I finish right away; others emerge over a day or two. I am currently following three modalities:
(a) spontaneous poems that arrest me any time they want to (I'm the prisoner, not the poem);
(b) INKlings (as in duck/ducklings, "little inks"), my own creation, in which I write on a fixed pattern from an unflagging flow of inspiration; and
(c) octets, which also follow a (traditional) fixed pattern and its variations, which I can do with my eyes closed.
cab
Sometimes I feel that poetry frees me, rather than I freeing poetry.
When a poetic idea grabs me in my bed, I have to jump up and scribble away.
Nearly every night this year, I've hatched a poem before going to sleep sometime between 12:30 and 3:30 a.m. Some I finish right away; others emerge over a day or two. I am currently following three modalities:
(a) spontaneous poems that arrest me any time they want to (I'm the prisoner, not the poem);
(b) INKlings (as in duck/ducklings, "little inks"), my own creation, in which I write on a fixed pattern from an unflagging flow of inspiration; and
(c) octets, which also follow a (traditional) fixed pattern and its variations, which I can do with my eyes closed.
cab
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cabcool said:I'm a latecomer to this; nevertheless, I would say a word or two.
Sometimes I feel that poetry frees me, rather than I freeing poetry.
When a poetic idea grabs me in my bed, I have to jump up and scribble away.
Nearly every night this year, I've hatched a poem before going to sleep sometime between 12:30 and 3:30 a.m. Some I finish right away; others emerge over a day or two. I am currently following three modalities:
(a) spontaneous poems that arrest me any time they want to (I'm the prisoner, not the poem);
(b) INKlings (as in duck/ducklings, "little inks"), my own creation, in which I write on a fixed pattern from an unflagging flow of inspiration; and
(c) octets, which also follow a (traditional) fixed pattern and its variations, which I can do with my eyes closed.
cabnever too late, cabcool it's here as long as anyone cares to reply to it
lol, i've even written about that first of yours... i cannot write the poem, the poem writes me. quite a long time ago, now. they do still happen that way, sometimes
INKlings.. that's so freakin' cute. love it as a name. so these are you determining the form/original idea but opening yourself you become conduit? did i understand that right?
your octets: is this where you control content as much as form? so more in the line of what i'd call 'head' poetry; the other stuff that bubbles up, virtually writes itself, is 'heart poetry' in my terminolody
Sometimes I feel that poetry frees me, rather than I freeing poetry.
When a poetic idea grabs me in my bed, I have to jump up and scribble away.
Nearly every night this year, I've hatched a poem before going to sleep sometime between 12:30 and 3:30 a.m. Some I finish right away; others emerge over a day or two. I am currently following three modalities:
(a) spontaneous poems that arrest me any time they want to (I'm the prisoner, not the poem);
(b) INKlings (as in duck/ducklings, "little inks"), my own creation, in which I write on a fixed pattern from an unflagging flow of inspiration; and
(c) octets, which also follow a (traditional) fixed pattern and its variations, which I can do with my eyes closed.
cabnever too late, cabcool it's here as long as anyone cares to reply to it
lol, i've even written about that first of yours... i cannot write the poem, the poem writes me. quite a long time ago, now. they do still happen that way, sometimes
INKlings.. that's so freakin' cute. love it as a name. so these are you determining the form/original idea but opening yourself you become conduit? did i understand that right?
your octets: is this where you control content as much as form? so more in the line of what i'd call 'head' poetry; the other stuff that bubbles up, virtually writes itself, is 'heart poetry' in my terminolody
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get a room, you two
*sigh* ain't love grand?
*sigh* ain't love grand?
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When I focus on what's brewing inside me, I write angsty nonsensical bullshit. Shit I'd expect a high school dropout would enjoy if he could read. My best writing is taking experiences that happen to or around me that carry a level of meaning for me. This gets me out of my own way, keeping me clear of shit poetry, and it also has a strong personal connection to me, so my voice remains strong and the tone is mine.
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I quite agree! Ideally, there is a Tao to a poem...each word carefully tied to the next. Thanks for reminding me, Dhyana!