Poetish Sundaying
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I had moth2fic and Mr Moth for a 12h visit as they stopped over here for the night on their trek toward Portugal. It was supposed to be a slightly longer visit but thanks to Mr Moth faffing over god knows what they didn’t get here until late last night. They have, however, promised to make up for this on another occasion. I waved them off toward Dover and ferry to Calais this morning.
Since then I have betaed approximately 589390 (it felt like) ficlets for pushkin666 (some which were extremely traumatizing) and vegged out on the sofa bed watching Kerrang. It’s sunny outside but I don’t want to leave the safety of my nest (I did put laundry on the line which surely counts as some kind of accomplishment).
Anyway, today’s post was going to be about poeting (I like to call it that. English language is crazy and I like to coax it over the edge). Which is something I’ve been trying to get back into again.
It occurs to me that I have some new flisters who may not know, but poeting, being poetish, and writing emo lyrics things with verses are things I do. Occasionally. Sometimes even often. I do all these things over at boneverse because a while back I decided that I wasn’t comfortable doing it my main LJ anymore for reasons that don’t need elaborating at this juncture.
This year had a slow start but it’s picked up and lately I’ve written stuff inspired by pushkin666’s writing prompts ( We Are Learning To Make Fire, black books), spending a day admiring my squidgy self ( In July, I am fascinated by my own body), and Panic at the Disco’s new single ( Mr Anywhen) - incidentally, I make no apologies for the latter because sometimes Brendon just needs a metaphorical bitch slap and them’s the facts.
Anyway, all the stuff there is f-locked but if you are morbidly curious mildly interested, go ahead and friend it. Anyone I’ve currently friended on this journal will get automatically added there if they so desire.
More to the point, well, the actual point: The July Of Posting is almost over. But, because I am crazy I would like to follow that up with a Week of Poetry. This is something I’ve done before, often with the fellow poetess teithiwr, and it usually results in at least one decent poem amidst the mediocre ones.
Thusly, a challenge! *throws down the gauntlet with a dramatic flourish and a flip of hair*
Do you poet? Do you verse? Do you Sylvia Plath or John Keats or even Pete Wentz? Then join me for A Week of Poetry on 5-11 of August! Poem a day, come rain or shine or rainbows full of unicorns!
If you don’t want to try your hand at poeting yourself, pledging to a week of posting other people’s poems, e.g. some of your favourite ones, is also accepted!
I’ll even promise to combine a master list of all Week of Poetry participants’ posts at the end of it too! How good is that?
So... how about it? *eyes you all challengingly*
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I had moth2fic and Mr Moth for a 12h visit as they stopped over here for the night on their trek toward Portugal. It was supposed to be a slightly longer visit but thanks to Mr Moth faffing over god knows what they didn’t get here until late last night. They have, however, promised to make up for this on another occasion. I waved them off toward Dover and ferry to Calais this morning.
Since then I have betaed approximately 589390 (it felt like) ficlets for pushkin666 (some which were extremely traumatizing) and vegged out on the sofa bed watching Kerrang. It’s sunny outside but I don’t want to leave the safety of my nest (I did put laundry on the line which surely counts as some kind of accomplishment).
Anyway, today’s post was going to be about poeting (I like to call it that. English language is crazy and I like to coax it over the edge). Which is something I’ve been trying to get back into again.
It occurs to me that I have some new flisters who may not know, but poeting, being poetish, and writing emo lyrics things with verses are things I do. Occasionally. Sometimes even often. I do all these things over at boneverse because a while back I decided that I wasn’t comfortable doing it my main LJ anymore for reasons that don’t need elaborating at this juncture.
This year had a slow start but it’s picked up and lately I’ve written stuff inspired by pushkin666’s writing prompts ( We Are Learning To Make Fire, black books), spending a day admiring my squidgy self ( In July, I am fascinated by my own body), and Panic at the Disco’s new single ( Mr Anywhen) - incidentally, I make no apologies for the latter because sometimes Brendon just needs a metaphorical bitch slap and them’s the facts.
Anyway, all the stuff there is f-locked but if you are morbidly curious mildly interested, go ahead and friend it. Anyone I’ve currently friended on this journal will get automatically added there if they so desire.
More to the point, well, the actual point: The July Of Posting is almost over. But, because I am crazy I would like to follow that up with a Week of Poetry. This is something I’ve done before, often with the fellow poetess teithiwr, and it usually results in at least one decent poem amidst the mediocre ones.
Thusly, a challenge! *throws down the gauntlet with a dramatic flourish and a flip of hair*
Do you poet? Do you verse? Do you Sylvia Plath or John Keats or even Pete Wentz? Then join me for A Week of Poetry on 5-11 of August! Poem a day, come rain or shine or rainbows full of unicorns!
If you don’t want to try your hand at poeting yourself, pledging to a week of posting other people’s poems, e.g. some of your favourite ones, is also accepted!
I’ll even promise to combine a master list of all Week of Poetry participants’ posts at the end of it too! How good is that?
So... how about it? *eyes you all challengingly*
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