rumisong Posted May 28, 2009 Share Posted May 28, 2009 there is an exercise that I like to do- sometimes I come to it once a day, and sometimes once a week- but I would love to do it more often... it is not really a poetry exercise, but it definitely uses the poetry muscles- and so, Im hoping to get the regular posters here in on it with me... ok, the exercise is simply this: write a sentence that purposely makes no sense! doesn't have to have anything fancy- there are no rules- long or short- make up words! or dont, use only words that we know, it doesnt matter (I LOVE to make up words in this exercise!) use verbs or not- nouns or not- do as you like, just make it not make sense I just did one: Quote setting up the scam stove, I realized that the volume dial had wrenched its colors off of the bloom- thereby flanking the impending bell, and setting the whole engine into fits of spurious contention. This coming after words and bleepings heard in the surrounding shops had already set sail! for me, this is a real "get those juices flowing" sort of exercise, that is so easy to do, because of the absolute carelessness and non-judgmental easiness that I can bring to it... just flow flow flow - and actually TRY to have it not make sense... some sense will accidentally slip in there- but who cares? the next line will destroy that with no effort... will you all give it a go with me? heres the first one I did, about three months ago, and with two words in it that I dont think are words! and Ive been hooked since... Quote I told the last time in the air for pagan rituals to comthunder hay has to fling skreigh at the sweetheart and some others: this was what they were sounding like on Dec 23rd... Quote affix the wave to the crux of the matrix, and suffer along the eastern beings from the western bearings- this after all, is the way for the sloven and prudish to break their frozen pall, and cling to board and seraphin- never having to forfeit ownership of their sand nor hay, lambaste climbings have better looms to fleece. -------------------- elvish wordlings have slipped from crested eventualities, only to find the places where blackened dashes and powdered commas were dangled by the participants in front of cheesed doodlers, having lost their mean spirited frosting- now finely sprinkled with dissented bow and oily hove and some of them have come to sound like poetry, or something else entirely... Ill post them elsewhere... PLAYGROUND stuff! play play play.... lets play! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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