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Usually I destroy 'em after I write 'em, impulsivelad. I find that seems to magnify the effect, because as I actually write poetry semi-professionally (i.e., I've published, performed, and been paid for both, but not enough to live on), the effort of creating intricately designed masterpieces and then destroying them, thus that they are unseen by anyone, and therefore don't massage my ego in any way, gives them an extra level of emotional intensity. At least I think that's what does it...
It pisses you off sometimes, tho'. I wrote this ego-shattering poem once about a guy who was totally up himself and clearly needed to undergo some Dane McGowan-style personality mod, and destroyed the fucker (the poem, not the guy, although he did go through the wringer afterwards). It was a really good poem, and I was sodding desperate to read the fucker out sometime. But...
Examples...Say, I don't know, let's try something crazy, I want to shag Nicole Kidman (which, like any red-blooded male, I do, but the probability is so low there's no point sigilizing for it...). I then get the letter-string out of that by the usual method, get rid of the repeating letters, winding up with, er, IWANTOSHGCLEKDM.
Then I make each letter the first letter of one line of a poem, as thus:
If I could shag any famous bird in the
world, then it'd have to be a certain
Aussie sheila: and I'm
not talking here about Cate Blanchett,
though she's nice etc, etc, you get the idea...
There is another cool poetic magick technique I often use as well, though it's not strictly sigil-related. It's basically a sort of 'stalking' thing, in the Castaneda sense, whereby, if there's someone pissing you off for some reason, you really try to put yourself into their position, to imagine things from their perspective, and then you write a poem based on that understanding. I've found that doing this gives people less power to hurt you: it's as if you've trapped part of their essence in the poem, and so you own and control a little piece of their soul...Which sounds like a pretty nice line for one of your slams, mrcoffeebean...
In honour of Lord Fanny's line about Orlando in Invisibles v3ish2, I call it 'learning' people. And I should point out that I don't do it all that often: it's not as if I have a bookshelf full of poems about people who've ticked me off and I sit caressing my leatherbound grimoires, looking out at the people on the street and cackling 'Ha ha, you puny insects! Moo hoo ha ha! I own your fucking souls! Moo hoo ha haaaaaaaa!'
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on the same day. Should be a fun evening. 