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[julie]

Last night at Wydeye's workshop we had a fun excercise and I thought I would share it here.
The idea was to imagine yourself as a muse. Then write a want ad for the poet. I only managed a few lines but I'll post them here to give you a launching place....

Wanted-
a poet who can work under duress,
someone who feels the necessity of dark and light.
Soemone in touch with rythym.
An ability to hear color and see feelings is a bonus.
Previous experience with the nature of flesh and
the sensuousness of food encouraged to apply.

Especially looking for aptitude in taking
the mundane, the ordinary to drape in magic, beauty.

*******
So you get the idea. Run with it!

[signaler]

Julie, I think this is wonderful. Some of us live  in places that just don't seem to have any writers groups. We don't get the encouragement we need and so I appreciate your sharing this with us. I'll be back when I can come up with a good one. Thanks!

[julie]

Glad you like it here     !amazed

[theirishsea]

Julie, I like your want ad. It is a good poem. I'll see if I can come up with anything myself. I see muses as women---maybe a schoolgirl smile and wide inviting innocent exhiliarating eyes, or maybe a more mature woman in a long blue velvet dress, a slit up---oh it goes up---a leg,so smooth,so shapely,like a sonnet. But that is the muse. The poet? Somebody that doesn't drool is wanted. Somebody that has a little sophistication though they are all animal on the inside. Somebody that can manipulate the muse into a state of ecstasy. (this sounds like a David St.John poem---that's an inside joke for people acquainted with his work)

Of course, the muse can be like Sleeping Beauty. The poet kneels in grief, heavy loss weighing like a truck on the heart. Maybe the poet can kiss the perfect lost lips that do not hold any word or succor but silence. Look at those lips. No air. Nothing but pale and paling flesh. The wrinkles on the lips, the slight wrinkles and folds, small wavelets on what was so animated. The poet must kiss the cold lips of the muse and at the touch shudder with grief in his whole being. She lies there ---pure form. Will his kiss awaken her? Will the tears of his grief that fall on her cheek open her eyes? Will there be a resurrection from the dead? Will the practice of an artist's religion be a sacrament with powers to echo in the halls of the heart? Can happiness, or barring that, tranquility come from the kiss of the poet and the muse?

[lonesomepolecat]

Last night at Wydeye's workshop we had a fun excercise and I thought I would share it here.
The idea was to imagine yourself as a muse. Then write a want ad for the poet. I only managed a few lines but I'll post them here to give you a launching place....

Wanted-
a poet who can work under duress,
someone who feels the necessity of dark and light.
Soemone in touch with rythym.
An ability to hear color and see feelings is a bonus.
Previous experience with the nature of flesh and
the sensuousness of food encouraged to apply.

Especially looking for aptitude in taking
the mundane, the ordinary to drape in magic, beauty.

*******
So you get the idea. Run with it!

Julie got it right. Muse with a capital M is one of several goddesses, and muse without is only a spirit.

I like the idea of the "want ad"; I too am wanting attributes of the poet - did that come out right?  I'll think about the want ad and see if I can come up with anything.

LP

[lesliefmiller]

Yes, but exercise only has one c.  

[signaler]

Hey Irish, NO Fair! You took all the good stuff. Now what am I gonna do for words. Well, I'll figure out something....grin. By the way , I loved everything  you wrote. Coming back to read it some more...Lots of ideas will spring from this one for me..Thanks!

[shadowr]

Needed--
One forlorn soul
To drag a chain of words
Into worlds of grief
And paint the universe
With its pain and sorrow
While singing made-up songs
Full of bliss and joy
And dancing the hangman's jig
Who will never use the word"soul"
Or abstract the concrete
Who will make me coffee
Strained from the brain
And drink it too
Who can cry and laugh
In the same breathe
While kissing his/her/its own ass
Apply within
<span class='smallblacktext'>[ Edited Tue May 17 2005, 07:06PM ]</span>

[lesliefmiller]

Ooooh.  I loved it up until the last line.  You'd created a different mood, then you made me laugh.  Made it a punch line, rather than a last line.