Angeline
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The First Annual Literotica Blues Group Poetry Jam
That's right! It's summertime (well, the kids are home from school, so actually the livin's not too easy now that I think of it, lol), but that's ok cause you can lose your sorrows with the
Blues!
Yes, we are obviously into this raw timeless art form, so why not a group poetry challenge? If you need inspiration check out our other blues thread to learn the blues form and get your all-important blues name. Then listen to some John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, Bessie Smith, etc. You'll feel it in your soul, trust me.
Then come back here and post a blues verse. One per customer (unless I get desparate, in which case I'll pm you whining for more). Everyone is welcome (and encouraged) to play. We want this to have continuity across verses though so remember that your verse must follow the form:
1. 6 lines
2. ababcb rhyme scheme (though lines 1 and 3 and 2 and 4 should be pretty much the same line).
3. Write in the first person (e.g., I, me, mine) again for continuity across verses.
4. The content covers your insurmountable problem and how it screws up your life. This is the basic blues philosophy, covered in deliciously silly detail in the other thread. If we get this right we should end up with a cool and potentially very funny "tragic" epic. If you want to piggy-back on a previous verse, that's fine but I kinda think it won't be necessary--we'll see how it goes.
5. Since there ain't no cure for the summertime blues we'll post before Labor Day, which doesn't mean this thread is allowed to languish! If we finish in 2 weeks, fine, but we will wrap up before the end of summer.
6. You can't play unless you have a blues name. Sorry, that's the rules. And remember, blues is ultimately the celebration of a beautiful cultural tradition, so get into the form but celebrate don't derogate baby! (or I'll get my grandma Bursitis Blintz Big Yenta Hoo-Ha after you and *then* you'll be sorry).
And if you do all this whaddaya get? Why you'll be a bona fide inaugural member of The Blues Poets, which entitles you to hot guitar licks, spicy cue, cold beer, and lowdown dancing. (Ok it really entitles you to nothing, but it'll be fun
)
Here's some mo better inspiration.
A classic lyric from the late great Big Bill Broonzy:
Back Water Blues
It rained five days Lord
and the clouds turned as dark as night
It rained five days
and the clouds turned as dark as night
Lord that was really enough trouble
to make a poor man wonder where in the world to go
I got up one morning,
poor me I couldn't get even get out of my door
I got up one morning,
poor me I couldn't get even get out of my door
Lord that was really enough trouble
to make a poor man wonder where in the world to go
Now they rowed a little boat
just about five miles across the farm
Yeah they rowed a little boat
down about five miles across the farm
Lord I packed up all of my clothes
and throwed them in and I declare they rowed poor old Bill along
Then I went and I stood up
on a high, high old lonesome hill
Yes I went and I stood up
on a high, high old lonesome hill
Lord and all I could do
was look down on the house baby where I used to live
Now it thundered and it lightnin'd,
Lord and the wind, wind began to blow
Now it thundered and it lightnin'd,
Lord and the wind, wind began to blow
Lord there was thousands and thousands
of poor people at that time didn't have no place to go
Junior's Juke Joint
The Blues Foundation
Blues Lyrics
So who's in?
Bad Sinuses Lemon Big Ange Thornton
That's right! It's summertime (well, the kids are home from school, so actually the livin's not too easy now that I think of it, lol), but that's ok cause you can lose your sorrows with the
Blues!
Yes, we are obviously into this raw timeless art form, so why not a group poetry challenge? If you need inspiration check out our other blues thread to learn the blues form and get your all-important blues name. Then listen to some John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, Bessie Smith, etc. You'll feel it in your soul, trust me.
Then come back here and post a blues verse. One per customer (unless I get desparate, in which case I'll pm you whining for more). Everyone is welcome (and encouraged) to play. We want this to have continuity across verses though so remember that your verse must follow the form:
1. 6 lines
2. ababcb rhyme scheme (though lines 1 and 3 and 2 and 4 should be pretty much the same line).
3. Write in the first person (e.g., I, me, mine) again for continuity across verses.
4. The content covers your insurmountable problem and how it screws up your life. This is the basic blues philosophy, covered in deliciously silly detail in the other thread. If we get this right we should end up with a cool and potentially very funny "tragic" epic. If you want to piggy-back on a previous verse, that's fine but I kinda think it won't be necessary--we'll see how it goes.
5. Since there ain't no cure for the summertime blues we'll post before Labor Day, which doesn't mean this thread is allowed to languish! If we finish in 2 weeks, fine, but we will wrap up before the end of summer.
6. You can't play unless you have a blues name. Sorry, that's the rules.
And remember, blues is ultimately the celebration of a beautiful cultural tradition, so get into the form but celebrate don't derogate baby! (or I'll get my grandma Bursitis Blintz Big Yenta Hoo-Ha after you and *then* you'll be sorry).And if you do all this whaddaya get? Why you'll be a bona fide inaugural member of The Blues Poets, which entitles you to hot guitar licks, spicy cue, cold beer, and lowdown dancing. (Ok it really entitles you to nothing, but it'll be fun
)Here's some mo better inspiration.
A classic lyric from the late great Big Bill Broonzy:
Back Water Blues
It rained five days Lord
and the clouds turned as dark as night
It rained five days
and the clouds turned as dark as night
Lord that was really enough trouble
to make a poor man wonder where in the world to go
I got up one morning,
poor me I couldn't get even get out of my door
I got up one morning,
poor me I couldn't get even get out of my door
Lord that was really enough trouble
to make a poor man wonder where in the world to go
Now they rowed a little boat
just about five miles across the farm
Yeah they rowed a little boat
down about five miles across the farm
Lord I packed up all of my clothes
and throwed them in and I declare they rowed poor old Bill along
Then I went and I stood up
on a high, high old lonesome hill
Yes I went and I stood up
on a high, high old lonesome hill
Lord and all I could do
was look down on the house baby where I used to live
Now it thundered and it lightnin'd,
Lord and the wind, wind began to blow
Now it thundered and it lightnin'd,
Lord and the wind, wind began to blow
Lord there was thousands and thousands
of poor people at that time didn't have no place to go
Junior's Juke Joint
The Blues Foundation
Blues Lyrics
So who's in?
Bad Sinuses Lemon Big Ange Thornton
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