Early due to impending holiday...
**LANGUAGE WARNING FOR THIS WEEK**
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 - 01/08/10
Just for starters she tears open cellophane
around a pack of Players and offers them
to a group of friends before lighting one up
and wondering what to do next.
She pulls a small paper wrap containing heroin
from the inside of her bra then heats it
on a spoon before drawing it into a syringe
and eagerly injects into a pre tapped vein.
Her eyes close as she exhales nicotine
and feels the mind'numbing rush begin to spread
from her core then into every extremity.
It's a bigger than expected hit, she pisses,
her friends chuckle as fabric of her jeans darkens
while she writhes around the sudden warming
of her genitals before showing her embarrassment.
She strips down to her matching underwear
then places her jeans in the washing machine,
the wet gusset of her knickers hangs low
as she bends to pick up the remote, turns on the TV.
The entire group take to the three-piece
and one asks "you got somthin ta smoke?"
She pulls a large bag of green from a behind
a cushion and tosses it across the room an says
"that's good stuff not the junk we usually get"
within a few minutes everyone has a lit joint
and she's feeling somewhat fucked in the head.
They sit watching "My family" until she falls asleep
and wakes in the early hours and finds she has
the whole place to herself and the green is all smoked.
She goes to the kitchen, fills a large glass with water
and fans the stench of rotting food back at the bin
then remembers it's Sunday, a day of diy and church.
She ponders how a virgin might have spawned
the son of god without having felt the carpenter's
tool throbbing between her thighs beforehand.
On the way to church she pops into The Range,
to purchase some electrical tape to seal the gaps
in the pipes of her hubbly-bubbly and picks a couple of
relaxation, compact discs to listen to when she gets home.
Outside, a car hit her with so much force
it was only her dental records which could provide
an early confirmation of her identity. The driver wasn't insured
the vicar said that was selfish of him when reading the eulogy
in which he praised her participation in the church.
The mourners looked sombre while filling cups with cider
from the font, the service closed with the organist
playing "I've got a brand new combine harvester"
After all, it's almost that time of year.
.
Lots of words this time Bodkin, I had only a few minutes so pls excuse my crappy rendering.
around a pack of Players and offers them
to a group of friends before lighting one up
and wondering what to do next.
She pulls a small paper wrap containing heroin
from the inside of her bra then heats it
on a spoon before drawing it into a syringe
and eagerly injects into a pre tapped vein.
Her eyes close as she exhales nicotine
and feels the mind'numbing rush begin to spread
from her core then into every extremity.
It's a bigger than expected hit, she pisses,
her friends chuckle as fabric of her jeans darkens
while she writhes around the sudden warming
of her genitals before showing her embarrassment.
She strips down to her matching underwear
then places her jeans in the washing machine,
the wet gusset of her knickers hangs low
as she bends to pick up the remote, turns on the TV.
The entire group take to the three-piece
and one asks "you got somthin ta smoke?"
She pulls a large bag of green from a behind
a cushion and tosses it across the room an says
"that's good stuff not the junk we usually get"
within a few minutes everyone has a lit joint
and she's feeling somewhat fucked in the head.
They sit watching "My family" until she falls asleep
and wakes in the early hours and finds she has
the whole place to herself and the green is all smoked.
She goes to the kitchen, fills a large glass with water
and fans the stench of rotting food back at the bin
then remembers it's Sunday, a day of diy and church.
She ponders how a virgin might have spawned
the son of god without having felt the carpenter's
tool throbbing between her thighs beforehand.
On the way to church she pops into The Range,
to purchase some electrical tape to seal the gaps
in the pipes of her hubbly-bubbly and picks a couple of
relaxation, compact discs to listen to when she gets home.
Outside, a car hit her with so much force
it was only her dental records which could provide
an early confirmation of her identity. The driver wasn't insured
the vicar said that was selfish of him when reading the eulogy
in which he praised her participation in the church.
The mourners looked sombre while filling cups with cider
from the font, the service closed with the organist
playing "I've got a brand new combine harvester"
After all, it's almost that time of year.
.
Lots of words this time Bodkin, I had only a few minutes so pls excuse my crappy rendering.
Last edited by Danté on Sun Aug 08, 2010 9:20 am, edited 1 time in total.
to anticipate touching what is unseen seems far more interesting than seeing what the hand can not touch
Tim this is so funny.
My God, and here's me getting all embarrassed about a g string made out of fishing wire
Like you say, there are a lot of words in this weeks word cloud and I am struggling to write something that doesn't come across too crude.
You have managed to deliver a very humorous piece without stating the obvious (going on the words offered).
I just sound like I'm having a rant
By the way, I noticed a typo. I take it you meant Heroin.
Unless I'm wrong and they are getting high on a large wading bird
Once again, thanks for a fun read.
My God, and here's me getting all embarrassed about a g string made out of fishing wire
Like you say, there are a lot of words in this weeks word cloud and I am struggling to write something that doesn't come across too crude.
You have managed to deliver a very humorous piece without stating the obvious (going on the words offered).
I just sound like I'm having a rant
By the way, I noticed a typo. I take it you meant Heroin.
Unless I'm wrong and they are getting high on a large wading bird
Once again, thanks for a fun read.
Pauline, thanks for pointing out the typo, I usually miss out words completely when I write off the cuff lol but yes, a bit of a job getting a heron into a syringe 
I looked at the cloud last week and thought the words probably fitted the general expectations around my writing here but I wanted to use most of the words, hence my rapid fire application of them when I got in from work, as there are so many and time is limited.
Glad it made you smile
thanks
Tim
I looked at the cloud last week and thought the words probably fitted the general expectations around my writing here but I wanted to use most of the words, hence my rapid fire application of them when I got in from work, as there are so many and time is limited.
Glad it made you smile
thanks
Tim
to anticipate touching what is unseen seems far more interesting than seeing what the hand can not touch