“A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination.”
― William Faulkner
Not wanting to emulate a certain poetic cuckoo (meta-emulation?), I will credit David Riley with the idea for this exercise. He put me on to the Faulkner quote and I believe he was inspired by a workshop he had himself attended. Good ideas are like the rabbits of the metaphysical world.
This exercise is intended to help you to turn your observations into kick ass poetry. If you follow the steps with due diligence you are sure to end up with some shiny words.
1) Choose an object. This can be anything you can see with your eyes at this moment, e.g. the Sun, a yoghurt pot, a train, a painting, your left hand.
- colour, detail - texture, shape
- setting, surroundings
- season, time, light/shadow
- movement or action
- sound
4) Imagine. What might happen to the object? What is it thinking? What might you do to the object?
5) Shape the words. Let's write renga! Using the table below, create a poem in the Japanese renga style.
Subject |
Syllables/sound
units |
Observation – e.g. colour, shape |
5 |
Observation – e.g. setting, time |
7 |
Observation – e.g. light, sound |
5 |
Experience |
7 |
Imagination |
7 |
Here is my attempt:
Pencil Shaving
Torn sycamore fan
Sleeps in desk's twilight clutter
White screen, hum of fan
Shrinking tree-snake's rough skin sloughed
Blown away like splintered snow
OK - take it away poets. Write me some renga!
9 comments:
Samsung Galaxy SII
Shiny, sleek, glossy
Dominating dusty desk
All bells and whistles
My faithful phallic smartphone
Tomorrow's redundant crap.
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Ash, your phone is phallic? You need an engineer or a doctor. And don't carry it in the pocket of tight jeans, just in case.
My phone is very phallic. I hold it in my hand and fiddle with it whenever I get the chance.
Isn't that the epitome of all things phallic?
So penis envy is replaced by phone envy?
3D TV
Black, rectangle, box
Throwing out images
That touch my nose
But only with the glasses on
Prometheus is still shit.
I'm concerned - I've seen your phone Ash and I would suggest that you no longer delay that psychiatric help you've been needing...
In the mean time I had a go.
Painting of a couple watching the sunset at Golden Gate Bridge.
Scene in sunset hue
Mounted to remain in view.
Warmth in my winter,
Bought to bring hope to the dark,
Doorway to a fantasy.
It's an odd effect but the word mounted is incredibly strong in this poem. The rest of the poem is tranportative and visual but that word...It might be me but it adds a rugged background with horses.
If it had a different title I think you could use it to describe a different scene with much of the detail resting on that single word.
I see what you mean - it was hard to balance - the picture is quite bold, although the scene is soft and romantic. I'm definitely using this exercise again though, I love it! :)
Great :)
I'm looking forward to trying your exercise tomorrow x
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