Hi fellow writers
-Do you want to dabble in poetry but then you read stuff from the filling station, Fiddlehead and Descant
-And think “holy-mama” how am I ever going compete with that?
-Concurrently, do you have that enthusiastic spouse who insists every trip through shopping malls, museums and art galleries must be dragged on until your feet bleed?
-Or are you that source of enthusiasm, who secretly wonders why you even bother?
-Well do I have the time-enlivening, writer-pumping exercises for you! (courtesy of kill two birds with one stone co.)
-It will make you feel like a detective, a patron of finer things and a scribbler of public places to get cocked eyebrows by fellow patrons and let your heart beat the poet’s beat.
– A pen
– A notebook
– An open mind and the willingness to try poetry.
-1st exercise is called Taking Pictures with Words! This exercise is for those leisurely drags, when you are stuck like stepped-on-bubble game in one place being pushed through your clock to be basked forever and as you’re committing yourself to imaginary guns to the head just click your heels thrice remember you’re a writer and start writing away. (Highly recommended for those drab art galleries) It is designed to get the little chunk of brain labeled quirky to start doing aerobics.
-Keep wide open eyes and your pen posed. You see something and when an observant little thought, those cousins to idea, comes you write it down. Don’t think just write, weird thought, quirky thought, thoughtful thought, write it down to its fullest respect. Tag the source of inspiration and continue on.
-Continued use of exercise of exercise should yield results such as
Guitarist 1911: Cubism is straight perpendiculars for the rulers to find a place for the hearkening of the classics. Architects remember to love blueprints again.
Paul as a harlequin 1924: Unfinished work is essential; to contrast to what is completed. Boys with sad faces, dressed as clowns will fidget their fingers. Genius can’t be rushed but bladders can.
The Young Painter 1972: Oh the cavalier of pokey hats. Your smile could be a circle if it wasn’t for all the years between the first turn of the lip
(Taken from observations from the Picasso exhibit at the AGO)
-2nd exercise is the Nostalgic Trip for that niggling hour you are forced to kill in wandering peruse. Well relive those fieldtrip scavenger hunts of your youth and find a sentence for each of these sought after thoughts below. (For 1-4 users)
- Describe something that is exhibited as a totally innocuous object that isn’t meant to be noticed.
- Choose an innocuous object i.e. a bench or a garbage can that is not meant to be exhibited and describe it as if it was meant to be exhibited and noticed.
- Keep a keen ear and record something that someone says
- Have a moment of epiphany
-This can lead to a poem already made as seen below
It was the remains of an oxtail dinner, picked clean to its marrow, now bleaching a dirty white, left alone in the sun.
The canvas was huge, sunburnt skin of a robot and yet one could be invited to enter
through its panel vents called pull to explore the workings within.
“Patrick, is there an eraser?” “No erasers here.” Her cheeks puff out in disappointment as she looks at the erasable art around her.
Even if it was a light at the end of the tunnel, was it an escape or a tearful goodbye?
(“What’s Left Over After 45 Minutes” compiled by Joshua P’ng around the AGO)
All that’s asked in payment is to be shameless, to be daring, to understand the way of a poet is drenched in ink and blood. Force your thoughts to play and scream with you, wrestle with them over and over until you put them down into words on paper, so go forth and write.
(Disclaimer: best results come from frequent use, can be used for any situation not just those provided in examples above, please write)
-By a North York Writer