pick a poem

shakspaere  asked:

Do you have any advice for writing a full length poetry collection?

hello! this is a great qs, thank u for asking - i will try do my best, but if there are more specific questions you have (do you mean about starting the collection/picking the poems/ordering them etc), please do feel free to send them in!

  • try pick/write poems that revolve around a certain theme. & by that i don’t mean that all poems have to be about one thing only & nothing else, but rather that the overall collection should flow well together (without sounding super repetitive, which i have trouble with tbh), with a few central themes/images pulling it together - e.g. loss, love, healing, etc. crush by richard siken, as louise glück says in the introduction, is “a book about panic.” his war of the foxes revolves largely around creation & morality (for a start). 
  • be prepared for it to take a while - with writing & editing & re-editing, it needs patience! speaking of time, give your poems some room to breathe. can’t count the number of times i’ve written a few poems that i thought were brilliant & good enough to go into a manuscript, & then when i look back on them after a month (or even a few weeks) i’ve felt, honestly, quite appalled at myself. & that’s okay! poems can always be tweaked & edited & changed, but make sure you’re taking some time away from them so you can approach them with a fresh, unbiased mind.
  • kinda tying on to the last point: make sure you are happy & proud of every poem that’s going into your manuscript!!! every single one of them!! this is so important!! don’t ‘hide’ weaker poems between ones that you love - if you don’t like a poem, keep it out of the manuscript. 
  • in terms of ordering poems, i find it super useful to print off all the poems & then basically – lay them on the floor & switch them around & move things until you start forming something that you’re happy with.
  • i’m not really sure what else to say other than just do it. sit down & write & write - the more the better so you can pick & choose your favourites!! write & edit, send the manuscript to people/writers you trust so you can get some positive feedback & constructive criticism on it. make sure you’re happy with what you are putting together!! it’s gonna be Out There once you put it out, so you want it to be something you’re proud of.
  • all the very best of luck, & as i said before, please do send more specific questions if you have any! i don’t know just how useful i’ll be, but i will do my best xx
  • edit: check out this link that the very kind @alexanderandbrook sent my way!!
10 Old Fashioned Dating Habits We Should Make Cool Again
  • 1. Coming to the door to pick someone up.
  • 2. Trying to dress really nicely for a date.
  • 3. Bringing flowers or other tokens of affection to the first date.
  • 4. Going dancing that’s not grinding on a grimy club floor.
  • 5. Straightforwardly asking someone out and not calling it “hanging out.”
  • 6. Additionally, being clear about when you’re “going steady.”
  • 7. Romantic gestures like writing poems.
  • 8. Turning electronics off and just being with one another.
  • 9. The general concept of asking permission for things.
  • 10. Not assuming sex is to be had at any point in time.
  • by Kate Bailey
  • (http: //thoughtcatalog.com/kate-bailey/2013/12/10-old-fashioned-dating-habits-we-should-make-cool-again/)

the get down
☞  1.01 where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure 
↳ ‘large and in charge

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
—  “Wild Geese”
by Mary Oliver

Somebody, or just you?

I just want somebody to take me on a date. Go with me to the cinemas and hold my hand in the dark. Take me to a bookstore and leave notes in our favourite books for future readers. Go on a walk with me on a late summer afternoon, when the air is crisp and almost chilly and the leaves have just turned red and yellow. For someone to hold my hand and snuggle up with me while drinking hot cocoa as we rewatch old disney movies. For someone to laugh their ass off with me at dumb puns. For someone to shine up the way I do when I see them. To greet me with hugs and forehead kisses. To hold me close in their arms. To make me feel safer by a simple touch. Forehead touches, warm hugs, laughing, soft kisses, and looks that say I love you. Hand holding in the dark, slow dancing, spontaneous singing, safety and home. I want somebody to just be there.

An exchange with a gentleman
  • Her: Hello, sir.
  • Him: Hello, madam. How are you on this fine afternoon?
  • Her: Oh, I'm quite fine, thank you for asking. And you? How are you, kind sir?
  • Him: Well, at first, I'm sorry to say that I was having a hard day. The sky was gray and I had trouble getting up in the morning. But as soon as I saw the sun rise and heard the birds sing, I couldn't help but smile and run. And keep running, all the way here.
  • Her: Oh, is that why you are so out of breath?
  • Him: Hmm? Oh, no, that is not why.
  • Her: Then, if I may inquire, why are you out of breath, good sir?
  • Him: Well, because, madam, you seem to have taken my breath away.
(1) Ignis’ Pick-up lines.

Ignis: Gladio, I told you to be careful and not sit on the sugar supplies again.
Gladio: But I didn’t?
Ignis: You’re lying. Look at that sweet ass.
Noctis: Ignis!
Prompto: But you didn’t really sit on the sugar, right, Gladio? I won’t want dessert if he did.


the raven cycle + poetry → adam parrish // the stars glitter, glitter…

and the lords’ stars glitter on / like a white thaler crown;

          the peasants’ into the soil / just like tears fell down!

Don’t go picking fights with people you love. You might win the fight, but you might also lose your favorite person in the entire world. It’s not worth it. Trust me, it’s not worth it.
—  No One Significant, January 12, 2016
An Ignis Scientia Poem

Because you smile with so much joy,
And you snap your fingers so cutely, my boy,
Because you turn to a side with so much grace,
And there’s happiness gleaming in your face,
I can’t help but stare at you breathlessly,

When you come up with a new recipe. 

the last storm of this age

imitation of a terrible god rises
we stand, weird cultists, gaping
as the ocean flowers choke us all

it is the very end of humanity’s fall
so unbreathe, no escaping
though hush now - a strange door surprises

[ a pause here. ponder. no more rhyme. no more poetry. no more… anything. ]

and the last door open, changes us
turns even these words
to floating petals

in the eternal