27 January 2011

An Inaudible Whir

This is the poem that came out of a previously mentioned 10 minute writing exercise:

The Roaming ~ by Cameron Lindsay

An Inaudible Whir
From my mind was heard.

You'd know because you feel it,
Perhaps as much from you as me.

I grew envious of the clouds, their freedom,
And their taunts, in voices I swear they had.

The sound (?) from me began as soon as my mind
Completely rebelled. Needles on my neck, I too took flight.

Drifting off the cliff, with Vagabond zeal, I knew:
"When you roam, do as the Roaming do."

I think I should try to clean it up more, but I don't think it's bad for ten minutes.

Instant Poetry

In class today, we had a prompt to turn out a poem in ten minutes using specified items in the content.

I've rewritten the guidelines for the exercise below, in what I find to be a humorous style!

Exercise: Quick-Rising Insta-Poetry!

Recipe:

- 1 familiar adage, aphorism, or clichéd turn of phrase
- 5 of these 8 words, to taste:

  • Cliff
  • Needle
  • Whir
  • Voice
  • Blackberry
  • Cloud
  • Mother
  • Lick


Mix ingredients well for 10 Minutes and prepare in preferred style.
Break into Ten Lines.

Serves Many.

I'll post the poem that came out of my exercise in the near future.

Back to Port

So, I originally set this up a year ago to be a dual-purpose receptacle and showroom, for miscellaneous thoughts and writings, with the idea of getting comfortable with having my writing publicly available.

That's kind of been a struggle to me, but now I've returned to class and I'm going to try to share at least some of my classwork, and hopefully some other musings or things I feel like writing about.

This is a short update, because I don't really feel like having much fanfare about how I didn't write publicly at all last year, and now I'm back on the bull to see if I can fit more of my life and thoughts into 8 seconds.

Anyway, if you're interested, please stay tuned!

09 February 2010

The Word "Blog"

I actually quite dislike the word "Blog".

The neologism originated by truncating the appellation "web log", and apparently found fast footing on the tongues of the world. I'm not sure what I dislike about it, outside of the way it sounds, and how sloppy the wording seems. Dropping a syllable to make "Blog" from two words used synthetically to describe the new communication format strikes me as clumsy and disrespectful of english word heritage and etymology.

That's a silly thing to take with umbrage, though. The Language is alive, even if it's growing in ways we wouldn't like it to, a rebellious teenager with funny friends.

She's beautiful and smart, she'll be fine.

Bonjour Tout Le Monde (et Bonjour À La Mer)

Salut. Alors, quel est ce lieu-ci ?

Hello, Reader. Pardon my French, it's a habit I've picked up along the way. I study French, amongst other things, and have another place that's stylistically designed using French for page elements, titles, et cetera. When I started writing the introductory post for this new one, it just felt right to kick it off that way too. Incidentally, some elements of this blog's layout are in French as well, but that's not intended to necessarily become an overarching stylistic convention for the blog so much as a reflection of my personal style and thoughts in creating this place. However, it may predicate parts of the motif this place has and will develop further… how I do love my veiled allusions.

Back to that question, then… What is this place?
Well, the other pages I write or contribute to were conceived to cover specific groups or activities, some explicit elements of life. This new place is to be organic. With my other outlets for writing being dedicated and constrained to more specific styles and tones, I am seeking to create a place where I can write about more broad topics without having to wrest my thoughts into a particular canon. (pun intended?)

Anyway, I want this place to teem with with living ideas, and hopefully in turn nurture new ones; growing a fertile and diverse intellectual ecosystem. From the most minute and plankton-esque ideas to the great leviathans nourished in turn by their diminutive and numerous nature, this place should form an ocean fed by every river of thought.

Like a real ocean, I can only hope it provides the same nurture and life to the world, and true freedom to the men who make their lives there.

La vie en mer est quelquechose exceptionnel, n'est pas ?

I got carried away by the metaphor there, but it was fun to "go with the flow," as it were. Hah!