This is a word-cloud exercise. Click the link below to see the word-cloud (you will need Java working in your browser).
Study the cloud and try to find groups of words which inspire you to some sort of poem. You do not need to use every word and you can add as many extra words as you need to build the scaffolding around them.
You can also adjust the words' exact forms: run -> ran, train -> trained, horse -> horses etc.
Cloud
There is no end-date for the exercise, I will put another one up in a week or so...
Ian
p.s. spot the source of the words
Word cloud 06/06/10
Guys and their machines eh?
Little, junky, infinitely insane devices
in which many have aspired
to travel a vast cosmos
hoping to find creepy forms of life.
And when they don’t work
each component part is roundly
beaten, added to the scrap heap
where the buzz and beeps
which failed to perform, tell it all.
.
Little, junky, infinitely insane devices
in which many have aspired
to travel a vast cosmos
hoping to find creepy forms of life.
And when they don’t work
each component part is roundly
beaten, added to the scrap heap
where the buzz and beeps
which failed to perform, tell it all.
.
to anticipate touching what is unseen seems far more interesting than seeing what the hand can not touch
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A Theory for all Seasons
Reason notwithstanding...
Hey but *beep* guys, how savagely
these machines perform their infinite work,
these buzzing atoms, spinning in our graves,
births, minds, our very lives -- to them its all the same.
Oh, we can discuss laws of physics,
we can talk as we understood the game,
as if it were planned, but what we have
cannot be bounded in functions of math.
Unless out there lives wild mathematics, ineffable and free,
and as like to symbols written on your page,
as the shadow of a raindrop to the sea
-- like the gift of a live tiger in your breakfast cereal.
And the system iterates from age to age,
as the imaginary clock ticks a new Universe
several trillion times a second
wiping the old one, with your certainties in it
as if it had never been. All I can do is stare
into the enless sky and observe I'm still here and
...the Universe continues unabated.
Reason notwithstanding...
Hey but *beep* guys, how savagely
these machines perform their infinite work,
these buzzing atoms, spinning in our graves,
births, minds, our very lives -- to them its all the same.
Oh, we can discuss laws of physics,
we can talk as we understood the game,
as if it were planned, but what we have
cannot be bounded in functions of math.
Unless out there lives wild mathematics, ineffable and free,
and as like to symbols written on your page,
as the shadow of a raindrop to the sea
-- like the gift of a live tiger in your breakfast cereal.
And the system iterates from age to age,
as the imaginary clock ticks a new Universe
several trillion times a second
wiping the old one, with your certainties in it
as if it had never been. All I can do is stare
into the enless sky and observe I'm still here and
...the Universe continues unabated.
http://www.ianbadcoe.uk/