Keyboard, quill or chisel?

[Liar]

Ok, this may sound utterly weird to you, but I wrote my first poem using a pen and a paper today. I kid you not, I am an early computer age kid, and the keyboard is my only quill.

But now I stole some office supplies at work, a reporter notebook and a good pen, and started scribbling a poem on the train home work. I found the experience...weird, but oddly rewarding. The most difficult thing was to let go of the inhibtions, actually letting people close by see that "Yes, there sits a man, writing...what is that...poetry? Creepy!"

Also, when I write on a keyboard I type faster, so I had to adjust my thinking to the speed of my hand...

Hockay, to make this into an actual thread: How do you make your poems? In front of a screen? Pocket recorder? Pen and paper? Scrabbles? Ouija board?

And if you write on different medias, do you work and think in different ways when you do?

#L

 

[Liar]

Oh and here is what I wrote. It feels a little different in pace than what I normally write, but I could be wrong.


Definition: Karin

Look closer, meet Karin
Mother of a universe in the eyes
of optimism
Five foot five, two feet coming
alive to a syncopated beat
nursery rhyme.

But would you know it?

Boring business as usual
and slight trite
everyday attire.
Buttoned up, bravely beige,
designed for backdrop
to the glamourous.

A linedancer balance act
on the sidewalk edge
where it doesn't matter
anyway, is Karin's little
secret.

Drawing flowers on page 418
in the phonebook
where everyone's name is Gray,
to brighten up their day
holistically.

Karin likes that word
          It means that what I do matters
          even if you can't measure it,
          so you should damn well
          treasure it.

Becaue Karin knows
that when children smile,
and someone notice,
a fading ripple
domino chain reaction
will make us all glow,
if only the tiniest fraction.




It's my third Definition poem. An Anonymous commenter nailed it - I'm recounting past crushes.

#L

 

[fawnie]

Oh and here is what I wrote. It feels a little different in pace than what I normally write, but I could be wrong.


Definition: Karin

Look closer, meet Karin
Mother of a universe in the eyes
of optimism
Five foot five, two feet coming
alive to a syncopated beat
nursery rhyme.

But would you know it?

Boring business as usual
and slight trite
everyday attire.
Buttoned up, bravely beige,
designed for backdrop
to the glamourous.

A linedancer balance act
on the sidewalk edge
where it doesn't matter
anyway, is Karin's little
secret.

Drawing flowers on page 418
in the phonebook
where everyone's name is Gray,
to brighten up their day
holistically.

Karin likes that word
          It means that what I do matters
          even if you can't measure it,
          so you should damn well
          treasure it.

Becaue Karin knows
that when children smile,
and someone notice,
a fading ripple
domino chain reaction
will make us all glow,
if only the tiniest fraction.




It's my third Definition poem. An Anonymous commenter nailed it - I'm recounting past crushes.



#L

lovely ink blots!

what a cool thread.

i use to write all my poetry with pen and paper, then i lost an arm 5 years ago, .damn if it wasn't my writing hand, so i bought my 1st computer..and now it's click click click for this woman.

 

[fawnie]

lovely ink blots!

what a cool thread.

i use to write all my poetry with pen and paper, then i lost an arm 5 years ago, .damn if it wasn't my writing hand, so i bought my 1st computer..and now it's click click click for this woman.

as an after thought...
sometimes it's nice to write them on a lovers clit with my tongue, then let them scream them back to me

 

[Angeline]

Give me a keyboard and a Diet Coke baby and I'm ready to wail. (Yes, Diet Coke. That's the sad truth of it.)

On the other hand, I *do* have a major fantasy involving poem writing and the concept of pillow book.


http://www.affichescinema.com/insc_p/pillow_book.jpg

 

[minsue]

I used to always, always write with pen and paper. (Yes, I was one of those high school kids that always had a notebook with them writing shit...Looking back and reading it now is, um, interesting.) Now it's all on the 'puter unless I'm stuck, in which case I'll go sit outside with a notebook praying the words will come. So far that's been less than effective.


And I adore your Definitions, Liar. Keep 'em comin'.

 

[Guest]

as an after thought...
sometimes it's nice to write them on a lovers clit with my tongue, then let them scream them back to me

What a coincidence, so do I




I write with pen and paper then fine tune in an Excel type program with two colums side by side so I can and paste any line. Also, I free-style in the Passion's thread or Live Journal


- neo

 

[Angeline]

What a coincidence, so do I




I write with pen and paper then fine tune in an Excel type program with two colums side by side so I can and paste any line. Also, I free-style in the Passion's thread or Live Journal


- neo

persnickity, ain't cha?

 

[*Catbabe*]

I definitely prefer writing with a computer. I think my preference stems from my penchant to erase whatever I write. It's way faster to delete stuff on a screen.

I carry a notebook, when I know I will need to kill time somewhere. Although, I don't like people seeing what I'm writing. I'm sure I look like some kind of first grade kid protecting her work from spying neighbouring eyes during a spelling test.

 

[annaswirls]

as an after thought...
sometimes it's nice to write them on a lovers clit with my tongue, then let them scream them back to me

hmmm that sounds like something.....

guess we poets are all alike

my clit letter teaser

which is also an example of erotic poem in bad taste... and not about what some might think it is


andoh but the question

I carry a notebook with me everywhere. I find that I can write outside where there are no distractions. Being on the computer used to be easier for me, but it holds so many functions, so many reasons to fuck around and not work, and bizarre associations that bring thoughts that are distracting-- I have kind of lost my ability to let it all go and write except the passion thread and you know how that is

None of it ever makes any sense and I am in awe of people who can write real poetry like that! For me it is like belching the entire alphabet, hitting submit and then saying what the hell did I just do.


I write in my notebook the passion and then edit while typing, I cannot do both in one or the other forum.

oh and I am an exhibitionist. I want people to read over my shoulder especially if I am writing something naughty. I am hoping to get kicked out of the PTA because it really is no fun at all


I also take my digital camera with me everywhere, especially with my kids, because sometimes what I see feels like a poem that is waiting to be written and I dont have the time to write it.

 

[OT]

the ease and efficiency of cut and paste make the 'puter an obvious choice for me.

For final edit, I like to print it to paper and have at it with a real pen.

The feel and sound of subtle scratch of pen on paper *is* poetry.

 

[The_Fool]

There is something frantically rewarding about writing words before they escape on the back of a used envelope with a borrowed pen.

Especially if it gets you laid....

I didn't really say that did I.....Okay, I did say it...

Foooooooool

 

[Bizkit_Writer]

I usually write my poetry in my little poem book I have with a pen course I haven't written a poem lately..

 

[Tathagata]

I have notebooks from when i was 16 on.....
God it's horrible shit
but..now
it's all computer
to me it's better
it's immediate
faster
and my handwriting is fuckin awful
so when i write on computer at least i can read it three days later

 

[Liar]

and my handwriting is fuckin awful
so when i write on computer at least i can read it three days later

You and me both.

Speaking of which, I'll go dig up an awful little poem that I wrote on a dreary dull trainride out into the countryside yesterday. Let's see if I can descipher it...yeah, here it is.

 

[Liar]

Here's what it says.

Train thump bump roll
and scroll the scenery outside
beside my sun-and-dust
foggy window.

Train roll roaring framework snake
from A 2 B in wide sweeps...
train rumbling
like tin roof tumbling rain,
you drain this workday weary brain.

Patenice pale, focus failing
and ???* train my conscious,
somehow sane is trailing
off into oblivion again
brain sustain
maintain
drain
train
train
traaaaain....




* can't figure that one out. Looks like 'wit', but that doesn't make any sense.