Interpretation?

Hey guys, earlier this week I posted this poem;

I know this space I live in
I sob the messiest writer's ink.
He spilled my contents out
And it leaked down his walls.
I felt blessed even though it meant the end.
I helped him voice his love and power.
And then through the pockets of travelers
I saw life pass me.
On the smallest shelf in the smallest shop
On the longest street in the largest city
I stand.

I shared it with several people outside of my blog, and well I have had several different interpretations, obviously poetry and writing is open to interpretation but I decided to see just how much and what way can things be interpreted. So the poem above I have been told that people thought it was about - Sex, break up, a personal encounter of mine.
What is really was about; An ink-pot, it's from the perspective of an ink-pot and the life it has had.
It's the first time I've ever written a poem or anything from an object's perspective and it is fascinating and really enjoyable. For the original piece, I got asked questions for the ink pot, and told not to stop writing until the questions were done. I wrote over a full page and those ten lines were the ones that stuck out to me the most
It's a new writing technique for poetry I did earlier in the week. I got given an object to write about. I didn't know exactly what it was (I guessed an inkpot, it turned out to be an old-fashioned ashtray)  I answered questions about it and then picked bits out to form a ten line poem. It's a pretty good technique the point of it is that people don't know what you're writing about not the exact thing. It is a fun thing to do. I decided to share this with you and the technique to show you, that so many things can be interpreted in different ways, and if we are feeling a certain we are more inclined to link the words with our emotions, or something we can relate to!

That is all for tonight, and I hope this has inspired you or at least provoked some thoughts. Pick up a pen and give it a go with any random object. I wasn't sure when I first got given the task and well now I am ready to do more!

Interpretation?

Saturday 27 February 2016

Writer's Block?

If you are a writer like myself you will know the pain of having 'writer's block' every now and then. I know that sometimes I can go week without writing, and well until recently I didn't quite know what to do. Until last week I met  poet - Stevie Ronnie. He came into college in my Creative Writing class, and well I learnt a little something. This can be applied to any type of writing not just poetry, so I thought it would be good to share!

1) Pick a subject (it can be anything)

2) Write seven sentences but you can't  repeat any word

3) Once you've done seven sentences jumble up the words to create new sentences, don't think about it, do it at complete random.

This is what I came up with

Subject; Piano

First seven sentences; 

The white keys thumped upon to release a feeling.

Heavy random sounds fill up.

Musicians heart becoming audible.

Breathless audiences anticipating.

Traditional but never out fashioned.

Delicate, heavy and glossy.

Music, melody, melancholy?

Piano I am.

Seven jumbled sentences;

Release keys feeling white a upon the thumped.

Up heavy random fill sounds.

Becoming audible musicians heart.

audiences breathless anticipating.

But out fashioned never traditional.

heavy and glossy delicate.

music melancholy? melody.

Am I piano.

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It was completely random, and turns out I liked it. You're probably wondering what the point is, well the point is to forget the rules. From a young age we are taught and told rules, with writing and how things should be. Sometimes you need to put the rules to the back of your mind, and allow yourself to create. We are our own critique, we are constantly punching holes in our own work, and when writing and creating you need to turn that off and allow yourself to purely create. This is just one technique you can use. I hope this is helpful to you as much as it is to me. 

Writer's Block?

Sunday 25 October 2015