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  • Augustus Egg (6/14/2009 8:15:00 AM) Post reply

    ..there’s a sketch by the two ronnies where they both reply to each other’s lines with their reply to each other’s previous line. the outcomes were very often unexpected. i think an adaptation of this method can definitely be of practicable use in freestyle poetry..

  • Augustus Egg (6/13/2009 8:04:00 PM) Post reply

    freestyle poem 5th draft/ unhampered
    part 1
    wool

    i won’t sit spellbound forlorn
    sucked in, hunched up, enthralled
    for days on end
    only to find
    when asked

    Have the radiators been bled?
    It’s so deadly cold

    is tempting to assume no

    even the goldfish is staying put in his little house

    when one of the quartet writes a new stanza
    bollocks to loneliness

    you just know he has already sorted out for himself
    a kind of lunatic fringe
    honing his listening skills
    on a button

    never were these daguerreotype lovelies
    but
    gnarled sad relics with corrugated lips
    bull ridden
    like ancestral aunts
    coal black currents, prematurely wrinkled

    the impact of wool,
    especially socks
    in which holes have been drilled,
    is
    in my head
    connected to stout wooden pegs:
    plugs
    expressions of unexpected hair


    part 2
    the follicle

    straight from the lolloping buttocks, the
    frequent bloody stools, by any yardstick,
    is stock.
    For
    Like being pecked in the face
    is
    an ancient aunt
    and not
    as previously stated a bulldog?

    scarcely
    a small delicate,
    with about half of its bulk protruding from its mouth

    teeth like dry stone walling

    Wind breaks

    And the longing for whistles
    is doubtless
    her strong comforting hands
    for pushing back

    yet she appears hardened to the time worn gestures
    of affection
    there
    crouching on the floor

    and there, her other plastic pleasures,
    smelting of iron
    twin girls, like moons,

    to distinguish one from another, i advise a monocle
    or a forename:
    one
    whose success depends on the virtue of its speaking the truth
    though they say
    the truth diminishes one
    by virtue
    of speaking it
    lunick: the cosmonaut’s daughter’s word for muzzle.

    sweet ravens, beaks
    full on
    curved and cruel

    part 3
    the factory

    the glue factories on both sides are covered with glue.
    all the doors are stuck
    and everyone’s belly is sticking out
    like wrens’

    part 4
    the night shift

    good.
    it’s dark
    now we can make our assessments

    driven by twitching fingers,
    colour covers the canvassers
    still tacky
    years later


    part 5
    real life is not wrong, stop fighting it

  • Omotayo Micheal (6/12/2009 11:31:00 AM) Post reply

    i just like to know perhap i shal be allowed to partake in the workshop.then is it free? and more, is it concerning international relation?

  • Bullion Grey (6/11/2009 12:45:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Why is there a shut down of 14 factorys in 7 states in the north east?
    They said there was 500,000 out of work....waiting for these factorys to reopen.
    These 500,000 people could get together and buy these factories with venture capitalist and make Green Cars like: The Air Powered car, runs on compressed air. The electric car. The Sea Water Car runs on pure salt water from the ocean. And the Solar Powered Car. What is it that stops them from Brainstorming together to find new ways to use these factorys? Its better to try than sit around and feel defeated.
    BG

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  • Augustus Egg (6/10/2009 8:48:00 PM) Post reply

    freestyle poem project 4th draft
    part 1
    wool over

    i don’t want to sit spellbound
    sucked in, hunched up, enthralled
    for days on end
    only to find
    when asked

    Have the radiators been bled?
    It’s tempting to assume no
    It’s so deadly cold

    even the goldfish is staying put in his little house

    the thing about wool, especially
    socks
    in which holes have been drilled,
    is
    in my head its connection to stout wooden pegs:

    they’re expressions of a lover’s unexpected attachments
    apparently

    part 2
    the lover

    straight from the lolloping buttocks, the
    frequent bloody stools by any yardstick,
    is stock.
    For
    Like being pecked in the face
    by
    a lover
    and not
    as previously identified a bulldog?

    scarcely
    a small delicate,
    with about half of its bulk protruding from its mouth

    teeth
    Like dry stone walling

    Wind breaks

    her methodic longing for music
    that doubtless is
    with her strong comforting hands for pushing back

    and yet
    she appears almost to resent your gestures
    of affection
    there
    crouching on the floor

    and there, other plastic creatures,
    twin girls?
    like moons smelting of iron


    i advise a monocle, to distinguish one from another
    or a forename:
    one that depends for its success on the virtue of its speaking the truth

    lunick: the cosmonaut’s word for muzzle.

    (sweet ravens,
    he kisses them full on
    beaks
    curved cruel)

    part 3

    the glue factories
    on both sides
    are covered with glue
    all the doors are stuck
    and everyone is either stuck in
    or stuck out

    part 4
    (the night shift)

    good.

    it’s dark
    now we can make our assessments
    when no etiquette is more rigid or bad deportment
    less frowned upon.

    driven by twitchy fingers, colours
    cover the canvases
    still tacky
    years later

  • Augustus Egg (6/9/2009 10:01:00 PM) Post reply

    freestyle poem (third draft)
    part 1
    wool lover

    the thing about wool, especially
    socks
    in which holes have been drilled,
    is in my head
    its connection to stout wooden pegs:

    expressions of a lover’s unexpected attachments

    part 2
    the lover

    straight from the lolloping buttocks, the
    frequent bloody stools by any yardstick,
    is stock.
    and
    what passes for a lover
    and not as previously stated a bulldog?

    scarcely a small delicate,
    with about half of its bulk protruding from its mouth
    some teeth!
    Like dry stone walling

    Wind breaks

    her methodic longing for music
    that doubtless is the wife
    with her strong comforting hands for pushing back

    and yet
    she appears almost to resent your gestures

    there
    crouching on the floor

    alongside
    those other plastic creatures
    twin girls like moons smelting of iron

    may i suggest a monocle, to distinguish one from another
    or a forename:

    one that depends for its success on the virtue of its speaking the truth

    lunick: the cosmonaut’s word for muzzle.

    (sweet ravens,
    he kisses them full on their cruel curved beaks)

    part 3
    the factorys (stillsketchynotuptomuchyet)

    are covered with glue

    part 4
    (the night shift)

    good.
    it’s dark
    we can make our assessments
    while
    no etiquette is more rigid or bad deportment
    less frowned upon.

    and colours
    driven by twitching fingers
    cover the canvases
    still tacky
    years later

  • Augustus Egg (6/9/2009 3:32:00 PM) Post reply

    Lyrics/ Scott Walker sings zero 7
    3rd draft

    that game
    lost in thought
    i had so long to act
    i learned to draw
    nothing
    for weeks, looking down
    rove, rainy afternoons
    nothing
    lost in thought
    looking down on nothing
    for so long
    with nothing to draw on
    except these large flat stones
    placed on edge
    on the groovy stone
    the cemetery of their faces
    usually means
    they’ve gone and died
    spoken of
    in retrospect
    implacable hates
    speeded by

    the archbishop
    he knows his stuff
    jokes
    about swarms of locusts
    and other nimble vermin

    repeat chorus.

  • Augustus Egg (6/7/2009 9:34:00 PM) Post reply

    freestyle poem project (second draft)

    part 2 (no part 1 as yet)

    the family

    straight from the lolloping buttocks the
    frequent bloody stools
    by any yardstick,
    is stock.

    it is your mother and not a bulldog?
    scarcely a small delicate
    with about half of its bulk protruding from its mouth
    what teeth!
    she’ll make an excellent overbite

    and this
    i take it
    by her longing for music
    is your lovely wife?
    with her strong comforting hands
    for pushing back
    and yet

    she appears to be soft and resistless
    to your gestures of affection
    there crouching on the floor

    i ascertain these other plastic features about your knees
    are your twin girls
    like moons
    smelling of vegetables

    may i suggest a monocle to distinguish one from the other

    or a tantalising forename:

    one that depends for its success on
    the virtue of its speaking the truth

    lunick: the cosmonaut’s word for muzzle.

    sweet ravens
    he’s kissing them now
    frantically
    on their cruel curved beaks

    part 3
    the factory (stillsketchynotuptomuchyet)

    what is less clear to me
    in this maze of industrial circles
    is why
    nightly
    silly steaming buttocks
    are covered with glue

    still tacky
    years later


    part 4
    (the night shift)

    good.
    it’s dark
    we can make our assessments
    when
    no etiquette is more rigid or bad deportment
    less frowned upon.

    the procedure is as follows:

    prime a surface and twist in
    the direction of a slant
    then
    have lots of colours cover the ground until
    the dream is over

    late, late at night
    their
    own simplicity and truth
    will emerge..

    (this is a far as i’ve come. i envisage more parts before i begin tampering)

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (6/4/2009 7:58:00 PM) Post reply

    I just wrote a freeform poem titled AFRICA'S SOUL It's for a good cause: poetryforchange@yahoo.com.See Megan's notice on the first forum for specifics.

  • Bullion Grey (6/3/2009 11:58:00 PM) Post reply

    May you find out one day what is Love.
    May Love find you one day, too.
    Love holds the Truth that all is precious.
    Love judges no-thing as it is always growing.
    Love realizes all is well.
    Love understands everything leads to It.
    Love asks every person to enter the Mystery.
    Few are able, for whatever reasons, enter Love.
    Love sets one free.
    Love uses everything.
    Only in Love can you know Love.
    For those still resisting, Love is waiting.
    BG

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