Writers block has been kicking me in the nuts.
chadwick
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Sky was living flesh.
Used to breathe me in and tattoos.
Sun was feeding life and all the world.
From greed of man came starvation.
Rain built growth in green colors golden wheat.
These tears pour down throughout drowning slums of disposed land.
From non-recycled tree roots on up to canopy, shed all of a single tear.
Stand in burning sands while snowflakes twist around in gradual extinction.
These stars used to be our vision, our sight.
Such beautiful eyes were held as cherished dreams of magic.
Now pollution begs for its unfolding of everything beautiful.
Sorrow is visions grief in sight, these eyes are dying stars boiling in toxic wastelands.
Imagine deep seas darkened abyss or topical paradise all for endless fish numbers.
Pipe-pumping-chemicals-offshore-oil-spills-trillion-dollar-luxury-silver-spoon.
Rest our heads upon a silken penthouse suite pillar so soft the rat race below is muffled.
We are all furniture of Earth.
Used to breathe me in and tattoos.
Sun was feeding life and all the world.
From greed of man came starvation.
Rain built growth in green colors golden wheat.
These tears pour down throughout drowning slums of disposed land.
From non-recycled tree roots on up to canopy, shed all of a single tear.
Stand in burning sands while snowflakes twist around in gradual extinction.
These stars used to be our vision, our sight.
Such beautiful eyes were held as cherished dreams of magic.
Now pollution begs for its unfolding of everything beautiful.
Sorrow is visions grief in sight, these eyes are dying stars boiling in toxic wastelands.
Imagine deep seas darkened abyss or topical paradise all for endless fish numbers.
Pipe-pumping-chemicals-offshore-oil-spills-trillion-dollar-luxury-silver-spoon.
Rest our heads upon a silken penthouse suite pillar so soft the rat race below is muffled.
We are all furniture of Earth.
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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hear the sounds of a singing treetops shoreline.
hummingbird wings gently carry you off to sleep.
no longer sweetly enlightened sunshine but a nuclear warhead solution.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Now, think of an event, a situation that happens to bring these two together either to reconciliation or to conflict. It could be a football match, a shared love, an accident: The more you exercise your imagination with the realms of realism the better! Then, focus on the psychological dynamics between the two characters.
You could write a short story, a piece of dramatic script or a poem, but the key thing is to try to express not only the spoken but the silent language of distance.
Dreadful "advice." Many writers never try, and they spew garbage. Writers' block often happens not when people can't think of words or a theme, but when they want to raise their personal standard and avoid repeating themselves. The whole point to writing is to try: what does the word "essay" mean, for example?
well for me essay means i am totally fucking screwed cause i don't like the formal structure. it end to write prose the way i think and talk and apparently that does not translate well to essay writing. i get away with it with some of my teachers cause we are on the same wave length. but i have discovered this semester that shock! horror!, some do not like my style. at this stage of my life i won't be changing the way i write. tis enough they're even getting the essay in the first place.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I wasn't talking about formal academic essays, as much as the philosophical notion of a prolonged discourse as an attempt to express an idea. Wordsworth might have fancied the idea of a poem as a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, but this doesn't mean his poems weren't like essays in that they tried to hold a mirror up to nature. Structure and form isn't all of what an essay is. As you know, essayer is the French for "to try", and every work of art tries, whether it's figurative, abstract or conceptual, to try to reflect a feeling or world view.
The Wikipedia entry on the essay doesn't do a bad job in showing that its "meaning" is vague:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essay
I think most examples of art are essays, attempts.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Ah, well, I should have said, the first time I listened to that album, I had to do so from outside the room from which it was playing. Not with it strapped into me lug'oles.
well someone suggested that i be either stoned or drunk whilst listening. and be sure to crank it up.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
lol
Got the block? Write about that!
I like what you said, Fins, about block coming from raising the bar on one's own art. That's good.
however, for me these days i might
have a block from writing due to the fact
i can be seen working 80 hrs or more per week
is this writers block or is it something else
lately i rarely have time for decent sleep
i am exhausted, yet plugging away
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I have an idea! Can I create some music on mp3, send it to you, and see what it suggests to you in poetry? Grasshopper had an idea for collaborations, too, awhile back. It might just have the combined effect of relaxing you but inspiring your energies?
Cheers, man,
Richard
Oi, wummin! Ya got married! Love to ya!
Now, I have this idea of webcam jams. Chadwick on his cam, you on yours (buy one), me on mine, and everyone else on theirs. We'll create a web-conference-jam, and even if the time factor fooks oop, we'll create something lovelier than the constraints of prehistoric message boards will allow.
this time of year is insane, yes i do have to work this much.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
create your music mp3 thingy and send-er on over.
thanks finsburyparkcarrots
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce