venus poetry project
October 26, 2008
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a gothic writing prompt
October 24, 2008
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skeleton poem up for grabs!
October 21, 2008
*** prize involved. read entire post, k? ***
No, not a scary Halloween skeleton poem. I don’t like scary and I don’t do scary. I prefer to ignore Halloween and hope that one year people will come to their senses and stop celebrating it.
What I mean by skeleton poem is the kind we played with over at Read Write Poem recently. (In case you missed that writing prompt and want to know what the heck I’m talking about, here’s the link: Bare bones, stripping the work down.)
Here’s what I did. I rummaged around and found a very old poem of mine. It’s dreadful really. I stripped it down and am posting it here for people to “complete.” I have some rules, though:
- Try to make it good. It can be funny or whatever — I like funny — but make it good. Don’t treat it like a Mad Libs game. (Or do. That might yield the best poems.)
- Don’t feel like you have to follow the spacing lengths for each word you choose. I simply included the spaces the way I did so you would have an idea of the overall form of the original piece.
- I want everyone to do this. And if you are not a poet, that’s no excuse (see item #4).
- Don’t feel like you have to be a poet to do this. C’mon. Just do it. I mean you, Churlita. And you, Neil. And you, Palinode.
- Feel free to post your poem on your blog, but please link back to this post so people will know where you got the inspiration.
- Either leave the link to your poem, or the poem itself, in the comments of this post.
To sweeten the deal, I will mail a poetry prompt/memento to the person whose response floats my boar. I mean, my boat.
To clarify, my boar does not float at all. He is heavy and meaty and hairy and somewhat dirty and wild and friendly and omnivorous. He is all those things. But he is not a swimmer or a staying-above-water-er. He sinks every time. Every. Damn. Time. I even had him fitted with a little flotation device. But still. He sinks. And sinks again.
OK. Enough about my boar. Here’s the skeleton:
[title]
__________ on _______
[body]
___ _______ _______ ______
in ______ and ____, ______ ____________
of _______, the _____
of a _______.
__, ____ a _____ _____. _____,
the _____ _____, a _____
of ___________ _____.
_________ in ___ ___ _____.
____ ___ ___ _____
______ the _______ of a ____,
___ _______ ______ in the ___.
______ _______.
An _______ ______, ________.
___ __ ___ the ________
_______ ____ ____ ___ ____
____ the ________ of
___________ _____.
____.
The _________ and the ___.
__ _________.
____ the ____ of _________ and ___.
echolalia writing prompt
October 21, 2008
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read write poem goes even more collaborative
October 10, 2008
fishing for poems
September 20, 2008
After you sit down to write your poem, draw one word, and let that word be a part of the first sentence or line you write. Continue writing your poem, drawing another word each time you come to a pause. Try to write eleven lines.
explore the elegy
September 10, 2008
biohazard
September 9, 2008
poets like to watch
September 5, 2008
one word prompts
September 2, 2008
(You can also get one-word prompts from Read Write Poem. Just look for the “Random Prompts” section in the sidebar. You can even click refresh to see a new word. Use words alone or string them together. The randomizer is yours to do with as you please.)
This is my blog wherein I, Dana Guthrie Martin, write things and stuff. Most of the time, writing and I hobble along in a sort of three-legged race where there is no finish line. (more...)
Semicolons indicate relationships that only idiots need defined by punctuation. — Victor Hugo, Triggering Town
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beg, borrow, but don't steal
This work is licensed under Creative Commons. If you don’t credit Dana (by using her full name and preferably by linking back to the appropriate post) for however you copy, distribute, transmit or adapt her words, you are being bad. And naughty. And she will have her servant monkeys hunt you down and cut your hands off so you can never copy, distribute, transmit or adapt anyone’s work again and call it your own.
(Unless, of course, you were to use your butt cheeks to manipulate your keyboard with the copying, distributing, transmitting, adapting and whatnot, but Dana fortunately has only met one person whose butt cheeks are that talented. He could play a major third on a piano using nothing but his ass. She kids you not.).
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