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. Guess the source of the words
Word cloud - 18/07/2010
You guide me down the gutters
of your depressed streets
to the bad side of your madness
and leave me crouching in the armpit
of your drunken sarcasm.
My frightened philosophy’s take
refuge beneath the slender branches
of quivering trees on the opposite side
of goodness.
Holding a gun to my importance
you fire cerebral bullets into my psyche,
and kill me.
of your depressed streets
to the bad side of your madness
and leave me crouching in the armpit
of your drunken sarcasm.
My frightened philosophy’s take
refuge beneath the slender branches
of quivering trees on the opposite side
of goodness.
Holding a gun to my importance
you fire cerebral bullets into my psyche,
and kill me.
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The good-side/bad-side guide
sometimes takes your hand,
and you cannot know
just where you will end up
but trust me on this --
there are no streets so mean
as cannot be handled
by the right philosophy.
sometimes takes your hand,
and you cannot know
just where you will end up
but trust me on this --
there are no streets so mean
as cannot be handled
by the right philosophy.
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