I recommend listening to a song with a solid, steady beat on repeat and writing in rhythm to it. Your brain will naturally conform words to fit that beat. Also, reading poetry can give insights to what is possible. I recommend William Blake as that was who got me to start trying emulate him
My worst habit is creating a lot more than I read. I’m pretty ignorant to poetry as a topic although I’ve been at it on and off for a couple years now and its about time I sat down and did some studying.
I usually focus on long strings of rhymes, alliteration and repeating vowel and consonant sounds. When it comes to meter I’m practically deaf to it so far but I’ve pulled it off in a few rhymes. Didnt worry so much about it for this one.
All in all I have fun doing this whether or not its necessarily a correct way to do poems
Do what comes natural to you and you enjoy doing tf outta and do it all the time. People don’t understand this mastery ish is logarithmic; I have gone through several escarpments in capability over the twelve years I’ve done this near-daily, and I jist gained the ability to guarantee that I can hit near perfect line length the way I do just prior to last year. And it’s still going up!
Eventually I’d like to be able to write meter off the top of my head without thinking about it too much. In the meantime, if I spend a good chunk of time agonizing over a line I can put it into meter. (I think)
“Come all beasts from west and east let’s have a feast of bacon grease”
:)
Eventually I’d like to write more to songs and play and compose my own melodies.
At the moment I’m a broke joke of a star who can’t afford their landlord, let alone a guitar
I’m in a similar boat; difficult circumstances with my life partner. I once thought I would pop into fame being a juggler and have a job being a cop, which is the magick God used on me to get me to do my spiritual work and heal. Now I’m a juggler, educator, and a skilled righter and I know I am where I need to be for the biggest picture across eternity; which is on a trajectory with a steep positive slope.
The Buddha said enlightenment is its own reward. You don’t transcend physicality for the iddhi (magick), you do it because it is what you’re most meant to do, to live your ideal life and be happy making others happy. Only you know what that is, so figure out an azimuth between where you are and where you are going and how fast you can travel, keeping in mind consistency is more important than moments of spontaneous word conjuring, though the most creative things we create do just fall out of our heads at times, which happens at a greater frequency the more you practice.
The best way to integrate the habit of casual free-form anything is to tie it with something you already do. I used to run track and cross-country, and when I was playing something like Paper Mario that had a “Pit of 100 Challenges” type dungeon, I would do a set of push-ups, or sit-ups, squats - just one “rep” per floor, whatever that is - and then do a big “set” at the treasure chest floors, which I would run around the block. I did this with juggling and writing, too, which directly benefited one another, being complements of creative activity.
It won’t take too long before you will see something else you can do with what you’re doing, and then you will merge those together, and doors start opening up. Share your art, and market it keeping in mind how attention works (a strategic typo alone can net thousands of views), and you will manifest something for yourself, which only you can determine.
Its funny you bring up video game mechanics as a thought device for real life. When I think of a longterm challenge I can slowly chip away at, like a savings or payment plan, building skills and experience, or even a long walk, I think about all those times I pulled off a long grind in Runescape haha.
Paper Mario was one of my favorite games as a kid haha. My life transformed for a while but I always held on to the nerd memories. I imagined like I was living in Fallout a lot of the time.
Last year during a zero dollar period I wrote this cardboard sign “Rhymes for Dimes”. It worked and I had to write a lot of these to back up the performance.
I was out of a house about 3 years and was evolving upon an old pan handling habit (and strangely knowledge from my former marketing major) after I was housed and couldn’t make ends meet on part time. I felt like I had to give a little something back so I did the rhyme thing, got a lot of positive feedback for it and kept doing it the whole spring summer and fall. I usually go for long rhyme chains with some sort of message behind them which vents about my situation in a humorous way in exchange for, well basically anything, even if its just a smile or a crooked look.
This year I’m trying to be more money smart and keep the performance to the local coffee shops poetry slam and open mic. I have small entrepreneurial goals and will relegate the paid performance to a suggestion on the tip jar for a while. The going business plan is street and fresh market pretzels :)
Alternitavely my life goes to the shitter again and I have something to lean on thats slightly less soul killing than the depressed approach to panhandling.
Anyways I trailed off there but my point was that its fascinating how different skills can develop together in weird ways.
One thing I learned is that it only starts to really work when you stop caring about the money outright. I remember one of the first times I went out juggling to busk, where I made like $5-6, while waiting for the bus back, a young woman came up to me and asked for two dollars to see her mom in the hospital. Well, I looked up and over, and the hospital she said was right there, two blocks away, so I tried to help her by telling her how to get there, then offered to carry her even, but she kept wiggling out of it and saying she needed to catch the bus there. Well, I thought I was being scammed, so I huffed off, to see a man around the corner look disappointed at me while putting a large bill away.
Karma is real, both artificial and divine. The world and linear causation are illusions, where consciousness is the base substance of reality, but not like pansychism that says rocks n trees are conscious, but rather we are pockets of consciousness called monads that get woven between parallel universes to facilitate our Karma. I can explain the mechanisms behind this to some detail, but the thing I’m saying is, what you put out determines what comes back to you. Your intention is the only thing you have direct control over, and you entangle yourself in every moment because of it.
I’ll be honest I have a really hard time getting a handle on meter :_(
I recommend listening to a song with a solid, steady beat on repeat and writing in rhythm to it. Your brain will naturally conform words to fit that beat. Also, reading poetry can give insights to what is possible. I recommend William Blake as that was who got me to start trying emulate him
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
My worst habit is creating a lot more than I read. I’m pretty ignorant to poetry as a topic although I’ve been at it on and off for a couple years now and its about time I sat down and did some studying.
I usually focus on long strings of rhymes, alliteration and repeating vowel and consonant sounds. When it comes to meter I’m practically deaf to it so far but I’ve pulled it off in a few rhymes. Didnt worry so much about it for this one.
All in all I have fun doing this whether or not its necessarily a correct way to do poems
Do what comes natural to you and you enjoy doing tf outta and do it all the time. People don’t understand this mastery ish is logarithmic; I have gone through several escarpments in capability over the twelve years I’ve done this near-daily, and I jist gained the ability to guarantee that I can hit near perfect line length the way I do just prior to last year. And it’s still going up!
Eventually I’d like to be able to write meter off the top of my head without thinking about it too much. In the meantime, if I spend a good chunk of time agonizing over a line I can put it into meter. (I think)
“Come all beasts from west and east let’s have a feast of bacon grease”
:)
Eventually I’d like to write more to songs and play and compose my own melodies.
At the moment I’m a broke joke of a star who can’t afford their landlord, let alone a guitar
:(
I’m in a similar boat; difficult circumstances with my life partner. I once thought I would pop into fame being a juggler and have a job being a cop, which is the magick God used on me to get me to do my spiritual work and heal. Now I’m a juggler, educator, and a skilled righter and I know I am where I need to be for the biggest picture across eternity; which is on a trajectory with a steep positive slope.
The Buddha said enlightenment is its own reward. You don’t transcend physicality for the iddhi (magick), you do it because it is what you’re most meant to do, to live your ideal life and be happy making others happy. Only you know what that is, so figure out an azimuth between where you are and where you are going and how fast you can travel, keeping in mind consistency is more important than moments of spontaneous word conjuring, though the most creative things we create do just fall out of our heads at times, which happens at a greater frequency the more you practice.
The best way to integrate the habit of casual free-form anything is to tie it with something you already do. I used to run track and cross-country, and when I was playing something like Paper Mario that had a “Pit of 100 Challenges” type dungeon, I would do a set of push-ups, or sit-ups, squats - just one “rep” per floor, whatever that is - and then do a big “set” at the treasure chest floors, which I would run around the block. I did this with juggling and writing, too, which directly benefited one another, being complements of creative activity.
It won’t take too long before you will see something else you can do with what you’re doing, and then you will merge those together, and doors start opening up. Share your art, and market it keeping in mind how attention works (a strategic typo alone can net thousands of views), and you will manifest something for yourself, which only you can determine.
Its funny you bring up video game mechanics as a thought device for real life. When I think of a longterm challenge I can slowly chip away at, like a savings or payment plan, building skills and experience, or even a long walk, I think about all those times I pulled off a long grind in Runescape haha.
Paper Mario was one of my favorite games as a kid haha. My life transformed for a while but I always held on to the nerd memories. I imagined like I was living in Fallout a lot of the time.
Last year during a zero dollar period I wrote this cardboard sign “Rhymes for Dimes”. It worked and I had to write a lot of these to back up the performance.
I was out of a house about 3 years and was evolving upon an old pan handling habit (and strangely knowledge from my former marketing major) after I was housed and couldn’t make ends meet on part time. I felt like I had to give a little something back so I did the rhyme thing, got a lot of positive feedback for it and kept doing it the whole spring summer and fall. I usually go for long rhyme chains with some sort of message behind them which vents about my situation in a humorous way in exchange for, well basically anything, even if its just a smile or a crooked look.
This year I’m trying to be more money smart and keep the performance to the local coffee shops poetry slam and open mic. I have small entrepreneurial goals and will relegate the paid performance to a suggestion on the tip jar for a while. The going business plan is street and fresh market pretzels :)
Alternitavely my life goes to the shitter again and I have something to lean on thats slightly less soul killing than the depressed approach to panhandling.
Anyways I trailed off there but my point was that its fascinating how different skills can develop together in weird ways.
One thing I learned is that it only starts to really work when you stop caring about the money outright. I remember one of the first times I went out juggling to busk, where I made like $5-6, while waiting for the bus back, a young woman came up to me and asked for two dollars to see her mom in the hospital. Well, I looked up and over, and the hospital she said was right there, two blocks away, so I tried to help her by telling her how to get there, then offered to carry her even, but she kept wiggling out of it and saying she needed to catch the bus there. Well, I thought I was being scammed, so I huffed off, to see a man around the corner look disappointed at me while putting a large bill away.
Karma is real, both artificial and divine. The world and linear causation are illusions, where consciousness is the base substance of reality, but not like pansychism that says rocks n trees are conscious, but rather we are pockets of consciousness called monads that get woven between parallel universes to facilitate our Karma. I can explain the mechanisms behind this to some detail, but the thing I’m saying is, what you put out determines what comes back to you. Your intention is the only thing you have direct control over, and you entangle yourself in every moment because of it.
Karmic entanglement = quantum entanglement.
I feel a big karmic debt for all of it and always pay forward when I get an opportunity but it would take years at this point.
Back to the topic of meter, how’s this attempt?
You might have seen a sign of mine
It says this line, its “Rhymes for Dimes”
Was Written fast with ill design
So hastily with little time.
And made with cardboard slicked with grime
I call at strangers with a mime
Then I am paid a Single dime
and I climb up from my long sit
Get up to play the silly bit
Put out the cigarette I had lit
Then chime a prime brief rhyme sublime
And what had I received for this crime?
mountains of lime coloured slime covered dimes from my fountain of rhymes!