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Are you blocked? Short of ideas?

Try an old trick of mine when blocked. If you have a desktop computer (I don't know how to do it on a laptop unless you can close your eyes and touch type) open your word processor, turn off the screen and just type the colour, images one see with closed eyes and any thoughts that come to mind, do not attempt to edit. When you open your eyes there will be an unholy mess but with some very surprising content you can use for the basis of ideas.

An even more fun thing to do, associated with shamanism, is to find a long clean beach, put a towel over your head so your are not tempted to open your eyes, have a mp3 player or phone on voice record and walk along the beach near the water line. The feel of wet sand under your feet guides you to not walk into the water or inland. Describe everything you see on your "eyelid movies", they start as just colors but become gradually more lucid. When you replay the recording you will be blown away that you said and saw such things. It is wise to have a trusted friend with you to make sure you don't step on broken glass etc. They must remain silent unless to protect you.

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Thanks for posting this. Sounds like an amazing technique. I will try it (one you mentioned about desktop computer) out for sure.

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

Mumbai Mirror (India)
A man with a towel over his head, walked into the sea today.
He was loved by many and went by the name of raj..
The Editor a Mr Pankaj Upadhayaya, said that it was hard to understand that several poets from across the world had just up and walked into the sea, the significance of the towel around the head hasn't been explained, but is the main linking factor.

This trait has been seen in other Eastern countries.

The Straits Times (Singapore)
They say this man was known as Alid, and was trying new things suggested to clear his mind
It is said that he was trying to reach the other side ???.
A message on his computer suggested this was OK.
We now warn others not to take up this trend,
The sharks here are not that hungry.

"The Sydney Morning Herald "
This morning, says that a man found on the beach there was stopped from walking into the sea, by a bystander ripping the towel off his head and swearing at him for frightening the children .. Weird as this is, he said he was the great Elf???

There may be more to come yet, I shall report of these strange happenings as they come into this office here in London.

Yours J Sparrow.
(With thanks to the Straits Times and world media)

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

the towel over you head is to make sure you don't instinctively open your eyes, as one does.
The point of walking on the beach is that you can feel the sand getting wetter or drier just so you don't walk into the water or the sandhills.

You probably understood this, you are not stupid, but you did rather labour the point.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
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that is a cheap and derivative idea.
( I didn't know he was a Genesis fan! Fuck I would love to share an ale and possible some illicit drugs with him one day!, unfortunately I'm a poor poet and won't make it to the British isles soon if ever)

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

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I love that word.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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