A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

4 AM and I cannot sleep. Perhaps I should write some bullshit with alliterations and rhymes and see if that puts me to sleep.
 
both ways

What, the external and internal audiences? Edit: are you arguing for writing this type of "poem", for the internal audience?

There is arguably a benefit in writing: being able to look at your thoughts, understand them, control them. When thought is chaotic, it's a way to freeze it in time, and gain perspective. "Oh, so THAT is what I was thinking yesterday. It makes no sense to feel that way." I'm not sure you need to make it all flowery with metre, though.
 
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What, the external and internal audiences?

There is arguably a benefit in writing: being able to look at your thoughts, understand them, control them. When thought is chaotic, it's a way to freeze it in time, and gain perspective. "Oh, so THAT is what I was thinking yesterday. It makes no sense to feel that way." I'm not sure you need to make it all flowery with metre, though.
no if I'm serious, I get 'fuck off"
and if I'm not, I write about asbestos being wonderful stuff
either way it's a lose lose
'round here they use the starting gun to shoot the horses
 
no if I'm serious, I get 'fuck off"
and if I'm not, I write about asbestos being wonderful stuff
either way it's a lose lose
'round here they use the starting gun to shoot the horses

Hah. Learning new words, no better time for it. "Asbestos", or amianto. It is quite cool, though, isn't it? I hear geologists used it in the past, but then stopped because they couldn't tell when they were about to walk into lava.

my tapeworm?
no he ghosts for me.

Train it and send it over to New Poems to take over for me. :D
 
Is lack of sleep an epidemic tonight? I normally have a hard time sleeping but tonight I seem to be ridiculously wide awake.

Tsotha...I say write whatever you want. If it is rhyming or not, correct meter or not, filled with metaphors or not - you write what YOU like. Screw the rest of us. Just as you mentioned, it's a tool to seeing into yourself. If someone reads it and wants to borrow that tool to see into themselves as well, terrific. If they hate your brand or style of tool, let them get their own. Don't let others define you as a writer, let them share ideas and keep,what you like and toss the rest over your shoulder.

1201.....pretty much same goes for you. If they are using a starting gun, sell the carcass and make a profit. Always a silver lining... Those folks just want to run for the roses themselves. Let 'em. I'll bet you're too tall to be a jockey anyways.
 
Is lack of sleep an epidemic tonight? I normally have a hard time sleeping but tonight I seem to be ridiculously wide awake.

Tsotha...I say write whatever you want. If it is rhyming or not, correct meter or not, filled with metaphors or not - you write what YOU like. Screw the rest of us. Just as you mentioned, it's a tool to seeing into yourself. If someone reads it and wants to borrow that tool to see into themselves as well, terrific. If they hate your brand or style of tool, let them get their own. Don't let others define you as a writer, let them share ideas and keep,what you like and toss the rest over your shoulder.

1201.....pretty much same goes for you. If they are using a starting gun, sell the carcass and make a profit. Always a silver lining... Those folks just want to run for the roses themselves. Let 'em. I'll bet you're too tall to be a jockey anyways.
I'm into krylon
...and elephant jockeys are taller
maybe I'll go rampage around Mumbai for awhile
 
where's Ash at, even complimented him on his excess punctuation, think he thanked me. noooooo??!!!???
Hi-yo Silver Elephant
 
I'm into krylon
...and elephant jockeys are taller
maybe I'll go rampage around Mumbai for awhile

Here don't forget this. (Hands 1201 a pile of stuff: canvas, binoculars, camera, hunting rifle-Mosquitos are huge there, pen, paper, suntan lotion, peanuts)

Don't look at me to store the stuff, the elephant has your trunk.
 
Here don't forget this. (Hands 1201 a pile of stuff: canvas, binoculars, camera, hunting rifle-Mosquitos are huge there, pen, paper, suntan lotion, peanuts)

Don't look at me to store the stuff, the elephant has your trunk.
naked. ride naked. legends are born that way.
 
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