Tuesday, June 06, 2006

excuses, excuses
Do you obsess over poems in progress - so much so that you can't write anything else until it's out?

How do you set a troubling poem aside?

Blogging is on hold today until I get this unwritten poem out of my head.

In the meantime, here is my favorite web game. Simple, pointless, and addictive. You've been warned.

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At 5:36 PM, Blogger Julie Carter said...

Obsess? Who, me?

Uh, yeah. I'm currently obsessing. It doesn't help that I promised I would do 10 poems in June and one is due today! Aiiee!



At 5:48 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Hey - just grab 14 lines at random and call it a sonnet.

It worked for Collins...



At 6:33 PM, Blogger LKD said...

Alas, no. I think I'd probably be a better writer if I DID obsess a bit. I write every day. I think I'm more obsessed with writing every day than I am with writing something good every day. I think if I was more obsessed with quantity rather than quality, wrote less compulsively and more thoughtfully, I might actually write a poem worth something.

I do, on rare ocassion, carry a few lines around in my head for days. I like letting them live up there and change as I forget then reremember them.

I also scribble crap down before I go to bed and if I don't get around to transcribing it, it's almost like those poems I carry around in my head. They exist, yet they don't.

Got a line in my head right now about the moon.

I crashed my copter before the game even started. (sigh)

I miss Joust. It's the only arcade game I truly enjoyed. That and Frogger.

Have you seen the link to the Pollock site where you can create your own Pollock drippings? Or the Picasso face site? If not, I can lay those links on ya. They're fun.

Too (yeah, I do ramble on...), there's a cool site where you can erase wrods from a text provided to create a poem.

Lemme know if you wanna do something besides fly coptors. One of my coworks used to love that coptor game (or is it copter?). He's on his way to Iraq now to repair coptors. I hate seeing young men go over there.

I'm shutting up or I'll never stop.

But hey, I did wanna say that I love the photos you posted below.



At 6:43 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Game links would be great, Laurel.

It doesn't take an idiot to figure out what you're saying, but I have. I'm too much of a perfectionist.

You're right. I should write and move on, but I go back and revise the life out of most poems. I'd write a therapeutic poem about the whole process, but I'd never finish it.

Thanks for liking the photos. I shot about 8 rolls that day and got about a dozen keepers.

I can't wait until pro quality digital camera bodies become affordable.



At 1:04 AM, Blogger LKD said...

Are you a perfectionist? I wasn't saying that at all. I was too busy talking about myself. (smile)

And is there such a thing as too much of a perfectionist? I think it's a good thing to strive for perfection, don't you?

Here's the erasing poetry writing site:


And the Picasso head site (which took a bit of trial and error before I figured out how the heck it works):

Picasso Head

And the Pollock, which I just played with now--gosh, I love it:


I love the Erasures. That's a lot of fun digging through someone else's words in search of a poem.

And, oh, the Pollock. I swear, I could splatter color all over that blank canvas all day. I find it very right-brain, very relaxing....



At 1:06 AM, Blogger LKD said...

Oh, and hey, hope you don't mind, but I added you to my list of blogs.



At 7:42 AM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Thanks for the games, Laurel! You're a lifesaver. I spent 20 minutes playing "Lord of the Flies" at the Nobel lit site yesterday. I suspect it's a kiddie game, but I did spill the blood of the pig-god... so my time wasn't wasted.

I stuck a backlink up just in case somebody who clicked here from Plan Z needs to get back to you in a hurry. This blog has that effect on people.



At 1:40 PM, Blogger Rus Bowden said...

Okay, so I got up to 1259. Some of those predicaments have to be impossible, it seems.

To get back at you for posting the copter thing, here's Spear Toss



At 7:46 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Darn you, Rus.

I can't seem to break the 534.464 plateau...



At 10:40 PM, Blogger Rus Bowden said...

Just got 2167, and I'm thinking the sky's the limit.



At 12:50 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Rus, you are definitely the man.

I've gotten quite good at the spear toss game. I've hit 600 already.

I have to run way past the rocks to do so... but I'm more concerned with distance than with rules...



At 8:16 AM, Blogger Bob Hoeppner said...

No, I don't obsess. I sometimes come back to a poem, but I usually focus intensely on a poem for a short time and then move on. I usually get the words in a rush, then I tweak them for anywhere from a few minutes to a few days, and that's it. This year I've been averaging a poem every two days. I find the quality is just as uneven as when I wrote less prolifically.



At 8:55 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Bob, I tend to write maybe one passable poem every two weeks. Of those, I glean maybe 6 "good" poems per year.

I keep hoping I'll one day learn to turn a passable poem into a good poem... but it hasn't happened so far. Your method may be best.



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