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The Man's Guide To Poetry
Crimson King
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the freedom of birds is an insult to mei'd have them all in zoosRegistered User regular
The other day I was reading book called How To Be A Man. This book contains much hepful advice on the intricacies of manlieness, ranging from how to please the ladies, to how to choose a good wine, to how to (you guessed it) write poetry. To be specific, it contains a method of poetry creation that while proposed in jest, I think actually has potential. Here's how it works.
1. Take a sample of writing from somewhere. Anywhere will work, literally - Ikea manuals, advertisements, whatever. The less poetic the better, though. Don't try it with American Gods. I've chosen the first paragraph or so of the most recent Penny-Arcade news post.
2. Add spaces in random places, so as to free verse it up.
3. Add big, important words in random places. Words like 'love', 'death', 'pain', 'soul'.
You now have a poem. Here's my example. Tell me what you think, and feel free to make your own.
As I mentioned a few dead days
ago, Gabe and I
created two Europeans out of
thin sex air - created men,
as the Gods do. Well, maybe just their Live Accounts.
But as we logged on sacred, Gabriel was seized
by a new kind of fear. That fear is night
the subject of today's
comic
offering.
Mother?
Loathing for microtrans
actions has grown so hard, intense - based
on brutal acts - agony, still fresh in the gamer
metamind
that it is even killed,
projected out into the larger
culture. There's a few things
going on here.
As much as love
I don't want to talk about Electronic
Arts three days
in a row, if they're going to keep eaten
exposing their soul’s flank, then I'm going to
take the bonus to hit.
1. Take a sample of writing from somewhere. Anywhere will work, literally - Ikea manuals, advertisements, whatever. The less poetic the better, though. Don't try it with American Gods. I've chosen the first paragraph or so of the most recent Penny-Arcade news post.
2. Add spaces in random places, so as to free verse it up.
3. Add big, important words in random places. Words like 'love', 'death', 'pain', 'soul'.
You now have a poem. Here's my example. Tell me what you think, and feel free to make your own.
As I mentioned a few dead days
ago, Gabe and I
created two Europeans out of
thin sex air - created men,
as the Gods do. Well, maybe just their Live Accounts.
But as we logged on sacred, Gabriel was seized
by a new kind of fear. That fear is night
the subject of today's
comic
offering.
Mother?
Loathing for microtrans
actions has grown so hard, intense - based
on brutal acts - agony, still fresh in the gamer
metamind
that it is even killed,
projected out into the larger
culture. There's a few things
going on here.
As much as love
I don't want to talk about Electronic
Arts three days
in a row, if they're going to keep eaten
exposing their soul’s flank, then I'm going to
take the bonus to hit.
Crimson King on
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