About Freewriting and Amalgamum

Half the fun of poetry to my mind is the stuff that never hits the page. often when I'm feeling uninspired I realise it's because I'm coming at it from the wrong place. I had a thought today about an idea that I had to write a poem about, but perhaps there is a strange and eerie truth that you can't really control what you write. There's something deeper. Once you peel back the layers (try not to think of onions...as I say that).

Anyway, it's also fun to just be very silly with words and rhymes. Anyone reading this, try and have a bit of fun you know it's not all about aspiring to greatness. I'm sure it has to be joyous in part or why bother right? I know I'm no expert at all in this field, but I definately know we need to embrace what's inside.

I read this book by  Alan Watt called the 90 day novel it really focuses on letting the control go, letting the need to control what comes out go? So shall I share with you something really silly, that I randomly wrote? I shall and perhaps in doing so and in reading something very average and ordinairy, it might encourage you as well to realise that sometimes it will happen and honestly there's nothing at all wrong with it.

I'm going to adopt Alan's motto! There is no harm in creating and expressing yourself. Now I started with an idea for this, I've being trying to struggle through job applications lately and so I started to truly resent criteria selection criteria, the bain of job applications. Then it got me thinking, about criteria in general and all I could think was I wanted to write something showing my hatred of criteria and how fictional and robotic it is! The writing and every aspect of it...of course what I've got below isn't really that at all...save for the strange "sexlection" obviously derived from selection, but as you can see this is just a mindless rambling collection of thoughts. It is an example of what this post is about free-writing and today you've got me in a perculiar enough mood that I'm brave enough to share it.

It isn't exactly brilliant and I think the thing I find about it is I immediatly have a desire to separate it up. Anyway, enjoy this philisophy of freewriting give it a go one day. Be horribly proud, disgusted, amused or ambivalent about what you see on the page, will the words be scattered all over the paper? Will it be random lines on screen? Will you simply cut and paste collages of words and phrases together? When you realise you can absolutely do anything and get away with it, it is pretty liberating! I encourage anyone reading this to go forth and make non-sense :)

I made up a silly word for this poem, it's an alamgamation of ideas and thoughts so please sit back and enjoy my Amalgamum.

 Amalgamum

Sexlection

And due process are what

We most desire to know

To feel the flow of the word

You know and the essential

Vital team player

Ingredient

To glimpse along the powder sheet

Along the orange trail to spy

A peacan pie a cocktail of goods and

Offer them up for one bite

One delicious bite

To try them and to revoke

And spit out

Such are the trevails one must sexpect

From what must be encountered

Eventually in objective analysis

Paralysis what was I saying

What do I say a new

Day is dawning

Forever on our watch

Of the keen eye the isle of kent

Roses among thorns may dwell

But keep them always gentle and

Qwell wounded spirit

Always dam the unusable essence

Of mould

And be sure to endure

The font of the sacred

Gems upon which we all must

Chew and spit and chew and chew

And then

Shall we taste a brilliant nectar

An explosion upon the lips

Such is the untruth

Of all of this

The untruth of the sexlection

Prior disposection

Carmal corn expression

Fruit juice make ripe mango slurry

Roll around flirting bunny

So make mine non-sense make mine

Sublime make mine mince and roast pheasant pie!

Make mine delightful delirious and free

Sour my words and forever drown me

Down me severed from

Gems of fright

And pools of flight

In this present cacophony in which

Presently we now delight

Respite from tales of dark

Snark upon the lark who sings and rhymes

And sings

Sexlection predelection joyous inspection of our dilemma and verve our

Optimism and courage of emotion aptitude oh

So aptitudinal along the contours of delightful fruity tingly success

Oh to be a butterfly sweet george

Oh my dear sweet beautiful george

You are so emotionally correct

And politically astute and your research is divine

How I wish to count the ways of you

The meaning manifestos of you

In the ghettos of your brilliant lovely gooey crumbly mind