AgainAnd: Music That Makes Me Write

AgainAnd 09.08.14	Music has a lot to offer me when I write, not just in offering a mood but more often a certain rhythm to the writing.
Rowan5215 09.08.14	You should put something you've written up here dude I'd love to read it
bakkermaarten007 09.08.14	Do you follow certain poetry forms when you write? I don't, but I'd like to hear what you do and why.
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Nah. I suppose a large part of that is that I'm Finnish. There's no tradition of particular poetic forms (either metre or verse) in Finnish poetry, and since I still mostly write in Finnish free verse stuff comes naturally while writing in English as well.
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Oh right forgot to mention Eno is also great for just inspiring creative angles to making stuff happen. His early approach to lyrics was just recording himself humming a melody indistinctly for a track, then listening to the recording and having his mind make out words from the humming here and there, and repeating the process. Tried something vaguely similar a couple of times by "editing" a poem by having a first version, then waiting a while until I didn't remember it all and re-wrote it from memory, then that, etc. resulting in various distinct versions while certain key ideas remained. And having all those versions at the end, I could just pick and choose nice bits from one version or the other and graft them together.
NorthernSkylark 09.08.14	let us hear some of your english poems?
osmark86 09.08.14	sounds like a very interesting creative process. I'll second Rowan's curiosity. please do link to some of your works.
NorthernSkylark 09.08.14	and yeah, early eno is great for writing - especially Another Green World. I usually listen to stuff i know really well, like the national albums, and sometimes when writing i just pick out words that i really like and just try to make stuff happen with words that aren't my "own", if you know what i'm getting at.
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Uhh, getting a bit nervous but here goes I suppose: He’d like to come home at least twice a day, flip open a weightless prop door -a waiting, pregnant family for his frequent birth. The sad truth is he doesn’t leave the house on weekends. Even when he’s rushed out, work’s only once a day. Returnings can be counted with a single finger of his choice (on Mondays the middle one) and the entrance isn’t right. Getting the keys from the bottom of the pocket is like waking up; haphazard, slow and ultimately not worth it. A heavy door begrudgingly but always lets him in. Inside: yes, it is there. too small for anything but a premonition of home.
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Crap how do you get italics here if not like that? And yeah I definitely know what you mean Skylark. Used to write almost exclusively by a collage-like method of stringing together words or phrases that had something attractive to them. Unserious disclaimer: if the above was less than perfect in any way, I'm excusing myself by claiming I write much better in Finnish.
NorthernSkylark 09.08.14	the first stanza (or what you might call it) has a really nice flow! second stanza - don't hide your jokes in (are you finish?) a parenthesis, if it's good showcase it. third stanza: the first three lines are good. in the last line i feel like heavy and bedgrudingly is basically the same, i mean i know there's a difference, but both things indicate that the character finds it hard to enter/exit that door. last stanza - Did you by any chance get premonition from a fleet foxes song? by that word i get the feeling that he doesn't even feel home at home. is that what you are trying to get at? anyway, a pretty good poem for someone who isn't a native english speaker. (i'm not either)
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Ah, no premonition didn't come from anywhere in particular. And yes, the "premonition" at the end hints that the he of the poem is still looking to the future for a place he's satisfied to call home, rather than the present. Thanks for the opinions about the rest, not sure if I'm going to change anything based on them but good to keep in mind. Particularly, I think the way parentheses turn a line into an off-the-cuff side remark suits what I'm after better than if the line was unsupported by them. I should probably encourage others to share stuff here as well should they wish to. I won't bite, at least (obviously can't promise anything for anyone else).
AgainAnd 09.08.14	So no italics no matter how much I cry crocodile tears?
NorthernSkylark 09.08.14	between stoplights: I have spend most of my days chasing the light green Now I'm just sort of drifting somewhere in-between It's not as simple as giving up It's more like trying to stay above.
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Anything here that was particularly inspired by music? Also, you mentioned you're not a native speaker, so (if you don't mind, of course) may I inquire as to what is your mother tongue? Also after editing out the useless italic bbc code all line breaks disappeared and my poem is flatter than a pancake, and editing doesn't do a thing for some reason. Dang it.
NorthernSkylark 09.08.14	no, not really - just tried to describe a feeling. but i mainly write poems in danish, which is my first language.
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Oh, Danish! I was in Denmark this summer as part of an Interrail trip of Central Europe mostly, and in Roskilde a year ago. Wish I lived in Denmark what with Roskilde and a lot of promising music coming from there.
NorthernSkylark 09.08.14	yeah, there are worse places to stay to be sure. i suppose you mean the festival? i was there in 10' and 11' and it was great both times. did you notice any cultural differences whiile you were there? that's always interesting to hear about.
AgainAnd 09.08.14	Yeah the festival of course. Not too many cultural differences I suppose except Danish people are way nicer drunks than Finns, and maybe in general more friendly towards strangers except that's probably just meeting people at festivals as opposed to meeting random people on the street.
NorthernSkylark 09.08.14	haha, yeah i suppose that we are. but i know for a fact that it's way harder to get through to us when we are sober, it's like we have some sort of invisible border between ourselves and strangers. but then again, if you break through, you're through. it's hard to generalize about that sort of thing tho, as some people are immediately kind and openhearted.