Create-day: Write a Poem That Tells Stories
CounterReality create Sunday series encourage us to create things through different media. I want to build a stable, safe yet dynamic community where we can all express freely and help each other grow unconditionally. Consistency is important to become creative. Over time, everyone will create a coherent inner system that belongs to each individual.
During Create-day on May 13th, we came to wrote poems together. I brought a dinosaur and few postcards with artworks and photos as an inspiration.
Improve exercise I:
Examine the dinosaur carefully and pick a postcard.
Write five words first come to mind:
- A name for the dinosaur
- Two words for the postcards
- Three other words come to mind.
- Make sure the five words in total have at least two nouns, one adjective, and one verb
Find a partner and tell him/her a story about the dinosaur with the five words. It’s a improve exercise so try not to think too much just make up the story as you are telling it. Please make your story feel convincing.
Improve exercise II:
Use all the five words and as much as filler words as possible to make a poem. You will find that you actually don’t need many words to create a poem.
Filler words examples: the, it, as, if, and, why, who, what, where, when, he, she, his, her, they, there, then, but, a, is, are
Share favorite poems
Individual Poem writings:
Now you can write your own poem. Come up a theme and form a story. The story makes you connect to your creative side and allows other people to connect with you personally. Make sure you are conveying a meaning that you want to express to the world.
Highlighted writing:
“Eddie Gein” by G. Bruno Fischer
My poem was inspired by the real life grave robber/American murderer Ed Gein, whose exploits have been used as a source of inspiration for countless works of serial killer fiction such as “The Silence of the Lambs” and “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” I personally find it interesting that while Gein’s “art projects,” have developed a kind of cult following in the horror community, the same cannot be said for the man himself. As a graduate in psychology I find it fascinating how that the acts of the deranged often overshadow the fact that these “monsters” of society were also still human.
Eddie Gein, Eddie Gein,
Loneliest boy you’ve never seen.
An artist to some,
to others a fiend,
A most desperate soul if ever there’d been
Isolated and mad he took to the road,
along which a boneyard lay dormant and cold.
With shovel in hand Eddie exhumed the flesh,
from every which grave whose dirt was still fresh.
Eddie Gein, Eddie Gein,
Loneliest boy you’ve never seen.
Inspiring to some,
to others obscene,
A most twisted man if ever there’d been.
“Climb up the ladders” by Lihui Liang
This poem documented my journey to the transcendent world — the world without the space-time constraint. The journey was hard but I never stopped trying. My writing style was inspired by the Lebanese-American poet Khalil Gibran.
I’ve reached the top of the hill.
There I see no one,
But a ladder.
I look up the sky.
And see a blinking moon.
I climb up the ladder,
The ladder collapses.
There appears the second ladder.
I look up the sky,
I grab hold the ladder firmly.
The gale coming from nowhere steals the ladder from my hands.
I look down the mountain,
A group of sheep is looking at me with their huge innocent eyes.
I look up the sky.
There appears the third ladder,
I step on it.
It ascends,
Five inches above the ground,
Fifty feet above the ground,
Thirteen miles above the ground,
It stops abruptly.
I climb up the ladder again.
The ladder grows as I climb.
I finally see the moon.
I wave to the moon and ask: “how are you?”
The moon says: “I’m cold.”
I give it a hug.
Kukakakaka,
I become a rabbit.
