Sculpted Poetry

arielsgoddess

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I have become a fan recently of sculpted (shaped, concrete, ee cummings-style poems) as well as the overlay of poetry onto images so that they are inseparably part of each other. (I have become an image addict because of this, lol). Esperanza has wonderfully started a matched poetry n pic thread, and I hope that really takes off. Maybe hybrids will catch on here. I think that sculpted poetry is a nice bridge between worlds.

Please feel free to add your own and leave directions for where more of these can be found :rose:
 
Intimations

My wishes are the Shadows
stealing around
your curtains
to remind you that
it is Night

When I desire to be
The D a r k n e s s blindfolding you
Slipping over you in silent assessment
As your senses begin to be reborn
While you are so temptingly

alone

I ache to be the Air as well
So that my every breath will be
Caught by the rising braille of your flesh
Spelling out for you m y d e s i r e
If you dare enough
To touch

Then will I be the Chill
In the linens that you seek
Refuge to escape the unknown
Explain away the disturbance in...drafts
While counting on the cold covers
To numb you to further sensations
Yet your {shivers} are too deliciousss

I long to be your Bedsheets
Wrapping you tightly inside me
Both as your solace and your bondage
Nothing will touch you
but me tonight
As I s l o w l y
twist
over you
Your gooseflesh the perfect canvas
Fascinating me with every stroke ~

Then I want to be the Whisper
Behind your ear
promising profanities...
Incoherent but Erecting and equally
i n v i s i b l e
To anything but your Frustration

Then I must to be your Madness
Moans which sigh from nowhere
and E v E r Y w H e r E
That taunt you to come and capture this
Rampant deviance from sanity profanity
Beginning to SHOUT from the walls of your will
Shuttlecocking your mind in the cacophony which
over the edge
Ends abruptly.

Leaving you straining into the dark
Where you cannot see nor can you reach
Bound and wound and so numb it pains you
While your ears ring like alarms without the fire
To justify all of the excitement......and eventually
Subsides and you slide in exhaustion and wet sweaty
Sheets that are pulling you trembling to sleep to sink
Into the dark cold air and sheets up to your face
Escape into that bed and that head and then
Reside deep down where you think yourself finally safe

Yet the Thought insidiously finds you
As one door closes.
And another opens
You catch the Scent of my Perfume no longer faint
 
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There's already a thread about this will have a look for it later unless you find it first ...... they are about to turn my electricity off for 6 hours!
 
I have become a fan recently of sculpted (shaped, concrete, ee cummings-style poems) as well as the overlay of poetry onto images so that they are inseparably part of each other. (I have become an image addict because of this, lol). Esperanza has wonderfully started a matched poetry n pic thread, and I hope that really takes off. Maybe hybrids will catch on here. I think that sculpted poetry is a nice bridge between worlds.

Please feel free to add your own and leave directions for where more of these can be found :rose:

First, if we haven't crossed paths? Hello. If we have - sorry. :) Second, I like the title of this thread, which is the reason I'm peeking in. There may be, as UYS says, another thread, but why bring up the past? Let's start a new discussion with what you have posted. :)

One of the things that really interests me about your post is your sentiment about 'the overlay of poetry onto images so that they are inseparably part of each other'. I'm much more a film, fine art, photo, theatre maverick than a poetic guru (chuckling because it's true) but this caught my eye because of a theatre paper I wrote 50,000 years ago about the theatre of the absurd. What fascinated me at that time was how certain plays could not be separated from the stage. For example, Samuel Beckett's, 'Happy Days' best exemplifies the near perfect symbiotic state of form and content in theatre. I say near because the audience also plays a major role in theatre and film, and I felt the play neglected that aspect.

What you want is not so different than what Beckett achieved.

On the one hand, I get your love of concrete poetry and I have seen how poets can recreate the words they choose into images, but the poets words, wrangled into an image of a vase, for example, is old news. Not to seem like I'm favouring anyone, but I think Lauren Hynde's 'TV' comes close to what I'm talking about. I'd change it, though... I'd not have a scroll of bold words for my symbiotic poem, but words coming at the viewer, evolving from the snow in white, black and any other colours that might make my poem have even more meaning.

I'm not yet sure what it truly means to have poetry overlaid on images so that they are inseparable pieces of form and content, but you know, Ariel, I like to think about it. :) Thanks. :kiss:
 
Ohhhh I didn't know you get the moving words accepted into poetry on here, I know how to do that, well I've forgotten how to make it go downwards but I know how to make it go across the page. Please point me in the direction of how to get it submitted
 
Ohhhh I didn't know you get the moving words accepted into poetry on here, I know how to do that, well I've forgotten how to make it go downwards but I know how to make it go across the page. Please point me in the direction of how to get it submitted
PM Lauren. :)
 
Dradle - this is our miracle

Beneath my body
overheated, you
lie as if winded
our coupling
nearly done
we spin as
tops spin
you and
I​
 
Yeah, you can tell I haven't been here in a while...

When I forget that everything is locked into left-justification formatting here :D

I will PM Esperanza and ask her how to upload a pic with every post--the only way I know how is to include it with the signature, which doesn't work for this purpose.

So I guess if we do the overlays, it would work to upload as a jpg.

Tristesse: Very enjoyable ;)

Charley H: I've been gone awhile, and before that, you and I seem to have been here opposite times, although we talked a couple of times, it was many moons ago. :rose:
 
Growing Up

I wanted to play
Center-​
Field like Mickey Mantle, ...........................................up
Clean up slugger, fourth in the line--------------------^
Followed by Bauer, the first baseman, fifth

Or Willis Reed, six feet


Seventh centered
Above the rim
Stuffing all
His shots
In the
Net​

But I’m short and scrawny like this font on your screen

And bland as some pixels barely seen.
 
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some pixels barely seen.

I like it.






____________________________________
parking
______________________________________lot______in the
_____________________________________poetic_____and engines
_______________________________________rubber____________like horns
________________in enchanted_______________on con-________open throats
______to be living____hallways,___________crete____________from
we ought_________________our shoes__________________flying
_________________________________making___________and songs
_________________________________squeaks_____birds,
__________________________________like student
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
 
Wonderful! Bravo, brava, encore!

And now I am *so* jealous.:devil: ...will the two of you tell me if there is a link here that explains how to format in like that? I still haven't gotten directions for how to post pics w a poem. :confused:

Enjoyable, both of yours, anyway :) :heart:
 
Green has used the centering available where you type in your answer and Palba has put in white lines to space the words into the correct pattern
 
And now I am *so* jealous.:devil: ...will the two of you tell me if there is a link here that explains how to format in like that? I still haven't gotten directions for how to post pics w a poem. :confused:

Enjoyable, both of yours, anyway :) :heart:

Thanks.

Green has used the centering available where you type in your answer and Palba has put in white lines to space the words into the correct pattern

Yup. It's easiest to start with underscores first. Draw your underscores, type the words, then go back and color the underscores. It's pretty time consuming to do curves and such, you have to count underscores a lot.

For really complicated shapes, like the curve above, it's a good idea to draw a picture of the shape and have it next to your computer, or even a rough draft of where the words will be, because it gets pretty hairy once you get into it.

It's pretty time consuming, so it's a good idea to have enough time and have a comfortable physical set-up so you don't get fatigued and give up when it gets frustrating. :)

Also, the "Preview Post" button is your friend. You can hit that, see how it will look, then just scroll down, make adjustments, and preview post again, as needed.

(I started with only black underscores. Somebody, I believe ChipBuddy suggested whiting out the underscores like somebody else had on Lit, which I thought was a terrible idea, but then I tried it and decided it was cool :)



______________________Who knows where you'll take us______________
____________________________cross your heart____________________
________________________________swear your sole______________
_____________________________________eat your breakfast_______
_________________________Once I know_______________
___________________________what to do you say
______________________________you'll get__________________
_________________________________the rest for me_______________
____________________________________you say you know what to do
____________________once you grow up once you're handsome______
____________________________don't sleep so soon_______________
________________________________wake yourself up_____________
_________________________________ push yourself up on your arms
______________________________pull your dress down________
_____________________________your sobs _____________
______________________________make you__________
___________________________look_____________________
________________________jealous________________________________
_____________________drink your_______________________________
_______________________juice__________________________________
_______________ don't be breezy______________________________
____________slimy sweaters in your beige rooms________________
_____________ cruise the dance feeling_________________________
_________________out of taste_______________________________
____________________get clean_____________________________



Beehive:

Downstairs the
__________girl in the
______________red dress
__________________bad things
_____________________with strong arms
________________________ to xx
____________________the left xxxxxxx
__________________she looks xxxxxxxxx
_______________behind there xxxxxxxxxxxxx
_______________one wave xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
______________forgets the time xxxxxxxxxxxx
_____________before the red dress xxxxxxxxxxxx
______________when she looked xxxxxxxxxxxxx
______________absolutely behind xxxxxxxxxxxx
____________the background with xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
______________blue trees xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
____________her head swallowed xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
_____________the canyon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
____________her red dress the sunset xxxxxxxxxxx
______________I turned to go xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
________________I couldn't move away xxxxxxx
_________________the red canyon xxxxxxxxxx
___________________trail took me xxxxxxxx
_____________________with strong arms


I got a bunch of other ones on pages 2 - 4 of my sketchbook thread:

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=682552&page=2

____Single
___whip, lift
__hands, ________knee and punch
___shoulder_____brush______ground______________kick left, turn
__strike ________right_________turn body_________high_______body
_right,________left and___________and strike________left________with
white crane ______step_________fist back (white_______kick______stretching
____spreads_____and twist_______snake puts_______stretching______kick
_____wings, ________knee_________out tongue)______fist_________right
___brush_________brush________stretching_________with_________high
_knee and_______heel________kick, right and_______ears___________kick
twist step______kick with_________separate right______strike________right
_left deflect_____body______________foot__________forward)______deflect
_down, __________feet pivot_________hit__________strike________down
__back_____________and left_______tiger, right_______(chest _______back
____fist_____________right ________turn, hit tiger______backward_____fist
_punch_______________separate______left___________bend________punch
__cut_________________right________turn__________and___________cut
_and punch__________left and _____open up_________down________and
__parting the________leg_____________heel kick_____pull________punch
____wild horse's______on one _______________forward______pull back
_____mane_________cock stands_______________________wipe off
_____right__________single whip, golden______________punch
____left______________in clouds________________push and turn
______right_____________wave hands________cross hands carry tiger
_______grasp______________whip_____________back to mountain
__________bird's tail___________single___________tiger descends
____________ward off_________and push____________tiger
_________________roll back, press
 
Also, there is some animated concrete poetry on youtube. Most of it is portuegese or spanish if i remember right.

I started to try to do an animation with poetry, that's why I have a bunch of poems on my sketchbook page that have roughly the same shape.

Alas, I got tired of the project before I got very far along. Though I may pick it up again, who knows?
 
Also, there is some animated concrete poetry on youtube. Most of it is portuegese or spanish if i remember right.

I started to try to do an animation with poetry, that's why I have a bunch of poems on my sketchbook page that have roughly the same shape.

Alas, I got tired of the project before I got very far along. Though I may pick it up again, who knows?

your stuff makes my one concrete piece look pretty feeble but I only did it because I had to for survivor!
and I've just noticed I got a delightful comment from that twat Anon!

Painted in Raindrops
 
This http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7E-aoXLZGY is a brilliant example of something that isn't quite poetry, or sculpted, but is ... er ... an animated diatribe? Anyway, this thread made me think of it and I find it quite wonderful. So there.

Also, Ariel, I was quite impressed with your poem, simply for holding my attention for as long as it took me to read it. Usually a sonnet is about as long as my brain can hang with poetry. But this was dynamic and exciting, so! I thought I'd say that.
 
This http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7E-aoXLZGY is a brilliant example of something that isn't quite poetry, or sculpted, but is ... er ... an animated diatribe? Anyway, this thread made me think of it and I find it quite wonderful. So there.

Also, Ariel, I was quite impressed with your poem, simply for holding my attention for as long as it took me to read it. Usually a sonnet is about as long as my brain can hang with poetry. But this was dynamic and exciting, so! I thought I'd say that.

thank you for that it's very clever although it didn't do much for my vertigo .... I'm all dizzy now!
 
Lyrics are kind of like sculptured poetry. The melody is like the form work and the words have to weave around it.. People say that lyrics can't stand on their own but the same could be said for these picture based poems
 
Lyrics are kind of like sculptured poetry. The melody is like the form work and the words have to weave around it.. People say that lyrics can't stand on their own but the same could be said for these picture based poems

That's a lovely analogy.
 
I like it.






____________________________________
parking
______________________________________lot______in the
_____________________________________poetic_____and engines
_______________________________________rubber____________like horns
________________in enchanted_______________on con-________open throats
______to be living____hallways,___________crete____________from
we ought_________________our shoes__________________flying
_________________________________making___________and songs
_________________________________squeaks_____birds,
__________________________________like student
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________



This reminds me of a flourish of thoughts that might have fallen, eloquently, out of Russell Brand's head
 
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