This week let’s write a limitless poem. There are lots of limits placed on us during our daily lives but there are no limits in poetry. Post your rebellion in the comments below.
This week let’s write a limitless poem. There are lots of limits placed on us during our daily lives but there are no limits in poetry. Post your rebellion in the comments below.
Sed ut perspiciatis, unde omnis iste natus
error sit voluptatem
accusantium doloremque laudantium???
totam rem aperiam eaque ipsa,.. iustum
(idiomatum, non interpretari, atque oh)
^H^H^H … ^H^H^H^H^H ^H^H ^H
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White space
Limitless
Until
a (first) word
defines more of what cannot be
than what will
flowing down
willing into being
worlds
out of emptiness
building out the anti-white space
a tangible “is”
death
in the violence that is creation
to worlds
that now can never be
the opportunity cost
greater than the sum
of the utility of the work
Entropy
minimized
only then
Potential
Limitless
Go ahead…
Fill the page
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Posted by Chris Clarke | August 11, 2020, 1:01 PMVery nice. Though I didn’t bother to translate the Latin at the top, I’m sure it’s profound.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 11, 2020, 7:58 PMYou know, it actually means absolutely nothing 🙂 it’s a lorem ipsum… I originally had a poem I had started for this week that I didn’t like the way it was going. I wanted to start the poem with that with a strikethrough… however, when I tried to post it, WordPress wouldn’t show it as a strikethrough. So I cut it out and just put a generic placeholder. I just wanted to make sure that it didn’t mean anything in the Latin that was there. Well, it sounded almost like it was something that would be important which I really didn’t want to use. I added a sarcastic “right” to the ending of the section. But translating it into Latin it came up with the word justice… not the connotation I was going for. Hence the ending “idioms don’t translate well oh well”, followed by the old “vi” Ctrl H character for backspace. Essentially uncreation. Then the real poem starts about perfectionism and the need to not be fazed by the limitlessness of a blank sheet.
Thanks for reading both this comment and the poem.
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Posted by Chris Clarke | August 11, 2020, 8:40 PMJust posted my limitless poem, https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2020/08/10/limitless/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 10, 2020, 8:52 PMI love this!
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Posted by Chris Clarke | August 11, 2020, 1:03 PMHow many zeros can one person hold?
A million, billion, trillion?
The one percenter knows greed
is limitless.
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Posted by JeanMarie | August 10, 2020, 3:50 PMExcellent twist!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 10, 2020, 5:33 PMTruth be told! Nicely done.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 10, 2020, 6:20 PMLetting go of things
Living in simplicity
Limitless value
Letting life breathe
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 10, 2020, 7:27 AMVery nice and good advice.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 10, 2020, 5:32 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 10, 2020, 6:19 PM