"Fibs": six-line poems that use a mathematical progression known as the Fibonacci sequence to dictate the number of syllables in each line. (0-1-1-2-3-5-8)
Write.
Right
or wrong,
It's better
To have words written.
Someday they will become something.
Inspiration.
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Fibs? Maybe.
But.
It seems to me
That:
Pi is just as neat.
Hope your dissertation's going great!
Woot! Oh, I love it.
Now the great thing about a Pi poem is that we could organize a lovely public effort to collaboratively write it for infinitel many decimal places. A distributed poem.
What do you think? the pi poem?
When my dissertation is done, I think I shall totally set up a website with slots for the first, oh, 10000 decimal places... We would all have to write on the same theme... to create a coherent poem. Perhaps everyone gets 3 lines to talk about [fill in the theme here].
Since you demonstrated the Pi Poem form to me, you are now officially a collaborator. Come see me in June to get this thing rolling. :) Also I should go register thepipoem.com or something...
P.S. I'm completely serious.
Love the Pi poem, and a few folks have left them on my blog before. I tried Pi-etry, as I called it, but found that Fibs simply looked better on the page. Also, some people wanted to write them 31416!
Love your idea of a collaboratively infinite poem. Let me know if you get it up and running. in the meantime, thanks for the link and the fibs.
Yay, a comment from the mastermind of the Fib poem phenomenon! How excellent. I will most definitely ping you in a couple months. Perhaps we can brainstorm the ideal topic, or series of topics, for an infinitely collaborative Pi Poem.
...
Coffee
Sigh
Coffee, Yes
Oh Yes Please
I need more Coffee
No, Really I need more RIGHT NOW
The Pi Poem? The Pi-em?
OK, I'm
Sold!
Let's do this, post-
June.
I'll have a bash at
Making some mockups and shizzle... soon.
One thing about the Fibonacci structure is that it seems most suitable for flash-fiction and prose because of the ever-lenghtening lines.
Help!
Help!
That's what
I heard first.
I looked out from my
bedroom window and saw: nothing much.
An empty street bathed in sickly sodium light...
( And so it goes on. Er, I probably should have posted this on the original blog :o) )
TOOL anyone? Lateralus? http://www.peteofthestreet.net/sayz/C1151806467/E1494764863/
spiral out.
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