A poem written on the street in chalk

Look up, and
reach for the stars. You can
be anything you could wish to be.
Look down, too, and find love
at your feet.

A haiku celebrating grounding in the surf.

My feet in the sand
the water is cold as it
rolls over my toes.

The tritriplicata poetic form explained in a tritriplicata and some specs.

A poem
with five lines. Each line has
limited syllables: three, six, nine
then six and three again.
Now, try it!

A cinquain is a five-line poem. In modern interpretation, it has 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second, then 6, then 8 and 2 in the last line.

In poem form:
Five lines
and the two-times
table up to 4 times
and then back to two. That is all.
Try it!

The highku poetic form explained with a highku and some specs.

What's a highku
When haiku meet
higher spirit:
decentralised
poetry that
reflect on
becoming a better you.

Highku specs:
Name: highku
Type: syllabic
Count: 26 syllables
Format: 6 lines of 4, 4, 4, 4, 3 and 6 syllables.

Staring at the clouds in the autumn evening sky during drive north that we do often, I found this poem.

clouds in the
autumn evening sky
bring fresh views

Happy 1st GM Farcaster birthday, Prof & Adrienne!
You are like the explorers of long ago, sailing uncharted seas and mapping out the newly discovered world. That was this inspiration for this highku for you:

Venture into
undiscovered
territory
and draw the map.
It's early,
time for coffee and GM.

Gagas invited the /poetry community on Farcaster to cocreate a poem. This is the result.

Life's never a bed of roses,
Needs a guide like Israel's Moses,
Through thorns and winds, we find our way,
In the midst of beauty, where shadows play.

And in the midst of all this beauty I
Observe a light that shines on only you,
A beacon that softly touches the sky,
In whispers drifting in the night, so true.

Silent, lonely as the moon,
Yet tender in its silver swoon,
If you ever see me in your dreams,
Hug me tight, for in you, my heart redeems.

The kind of light that doesn't hurt,
But fills your being, makes you whole,
A gentle warmth in every part,
In the silent bloom, your beauty's role.

Alas, my life would mean less without you,
For in your light, I find what’s true.
In every moment, every breath we take,
Together, my love, we'll never break.

An outing to the bike park inspired this poem.

I made that jump,
it was so cool,
even that bump
when my tire blew.

With the bike
upside-down, we fix the leak.

Carlina acaulis
Silver thistle

Lotus corniculatus
Common bird's-foot trefoil

Lotus corniculatus
Common bird's-foot trefoil

Parnassia palustris
Marsh grass of Parnassus

Knautia arvensis
Field scabious

Gentiana lutea
Great yellow gentian

Geum montanum
Alpine avens

Campanula scheuchzeri
Bell flower

Ranunculus glacialis
Glacier buttercup

Leucanthemopsis alpina
Alpine ox-eye daisy

Aster alpinus
Alpine aster

Leontopodium nivale
Edelweiss

Curation
is where you can get the
power to elevate and promote
the art you really
care about

Yo Anon. When coins come crashing down, read this poem. Then step away from your screens and enjoy life.
Another chance tomorrow.

When coins go down
breathe and touch grass
maybe buy low
'cause tomorrow
you will see
number will go up gain.

A day on the beach. I built a monument and found a poem in it.

I carried these
rocks and arranged
them into this
mountain of hope:
a message
for a better tomorrow.

Dead poets can inspire, but not as much as the living. This poem is dedicated to Dutch writer and poet Louis Couperus. Collecting it will help fund the trpplffct poetry grant fund.

A dove was lost under the retractable roof of the tennis stadium. The crowd watched it and I found this poem:

Then the crowd cheers.
Not for a won
point or rallye,
or game or match;
but for the
dove that got lost at the Games.

Kick off at the Paris 2024 Olympic Games. And a poem to celebrate the Olympic spirit. Remember what Baron Pierre de Cubertin said: the important thing is not to win, but have fought well.

The highest stage,
the game for gold
pressure rises,
time to be bold.
"Fighting well
the tradition to uphold.

Touching grass this onchain summer. And asphalt and gravel. A poem inspired by higher, onchain summer and running in the park.

My shoes touch grass
And asphalt and
Gravel as I
Run one more K
In the park.
Fitter body,.fitter mind

A memory inspired by classic cars, not long before I learned that one half of the couple that were my first employers is no longer with us.

Classic cars
surround us on the road,
adorned with Tulip Rallye stickers.
Will my first bosses be
among them?

I was awarded Local Legend status on Strava today. It inspired this highku.

Local legend?
Unexpected!
I just did a
couple of rounds
in the park,
competing with only me.

----
Earnings are split 50/50 with Higher Athletics

A highku poem (6 lines of 4, 4, 4, 4, 3, 7 syllables) for the CoOwnCaster project. Earnings split with the project's multisig wallet.

What if we own
and can help shape
the brands we love,
and their success
is ours, too?
Wouldn't that be just perfect?

Introducing a new poetic form: the highku.

A syllabic from, consisting of 6 lines of 4, 4, 4, 4, 3 and 7 syllables, inspired by the higher movement on Farcaster.

Be better than
you have ever
been before, by
putting in the
energy
and always aiming higher.

A poem inspired by a Higher Run Club inspired run.

Higher always.

Earnings split with Higher Athletics

Here we go again:
four four four four three seven -
another highku.

A special edition of the poem of the week. Available for minting 1 month only, airdropped to Tripplr Hypersub subscribers.

I just hope
the bumble bee being
eaten by the dragonfly has first
pollinated plants in
our garden.

A higher inspired haiku, created while running.

Higher inspired I
won't let excuses keep me
from running today.

I struggled: breathing
was hard today, so I did
just a slow 6K.

===
Struggled a bit with my run today. But days like this happen. And I still managed to do the distance I set as goal.
Better luck next time.
Earnings are split with the Higher Athletics Program.

I ran on a sunny day and poeted this poem:

Warm sun cooks
my brain on today's run,
but I do what I set out to do:
live higher and poet
this poem.

Happy Global Running Day!

I want to do better
I want to go farther
I want to run faster
I want to push harder

Go higher!

In this poetry prompt, we have a closer look at the animals around us. What's your favourite animal? And what is s/he thinking?

Enjoy this prompt. And share your results. Find me on Farcaster.

arjantupan.xyz

A poem inspired by a dogwalk in the park on a rainy day.

The drizzle makes
that we're almost
alone in the park.

This poem is airdropped to Trpplr subscribers.
50 % of earnings go to the trpplffct poetry fund.

Inspired by the Believe In Something prompt, a poem made of 5 tritriplicatas, with each speaking of a guiding idea:

We are kind.
We love art.
We respect others.
We build together.
We offer help.

Full poem:

You look nice
today, send your loved-ones
our regards. We hold your hand and we
have hugs when wanted, 'cause
we are kind.

Poetry,
paintings, photography.
Sculptures, pixels, food. Which medium
you choose to create?
We love art.

You have your
ways, opinions and likes.
Please share them so we can learn about
you, and you about us.
We respect.

You can go
a long way alone, but
the journey is so much much more fun with
others. That's why we build
together.

Do you need
a hug, a hand, a word?
Is there a way we can make your day
better than it is now?
We will help.

My favourite mountain. When you're in the French part of the Alps, she's omnipresent.

What's your favourite mountain?

Majestic Mont Blanc
The giant,
gently ever-present.
Challenging, inspiring, attracting
like only this snow capped
mountain does.

This time, we are writing about....

a mountain. Find a poem and the prompt in the video.

What's your favourite mountain?

PS: 50% of earnings of this digital collectible will go to the Trpplffct poetry grant fund

Play-off voetbal, alles of niets, en het stadion vult zich weer wat meer. We kunnen weer dromen, van de terugkeer van betere tijden.

Een gedicht:

Dromen van
Ajax uit, en twee keer
2-0 van Feyenoord. Het kan weer.
Alleen niet meer in het
Zuiderpark.

A special edition of the Weekly Poetry Shot poem, airdropped to Trpplr susbscribers, available for minting for 1 month to others.

Algae and
a hint of fresh fish, then
a distant note of alpine herbs and
molten snow: that's the scent
of Léman.

We hiked up a mountain where I found this haiku.

Surrounded
by croci
we touched snow.

There's one man
who has elevated
normal to the highest of higher,
the master of normcore:
Justin Ahn

An ode to Paris in 5 vignettes, inspired by the squares of Paris, which are more like parks than plazas.

The poems, al in tritriplicata form, also combine into a nice exploration tour of the city.

Stop 1: Square de la Tour Saint Jacques

I see a
family happily
snapping holiday shots, while two men
sit on a bench, smoking.
It starts here.

Stop 2: Square Violet
A dad plays
volleyball, his daughters
happy with his time; a couple walks
to the kiosque; words flow
from my pen.

Stop 3: Square Louis XVI
The grass rests
as once royals sans-heads
did, around the corner from where our
good friend lived. The city's
still restless.

Stop 4: Square Louise Marcel
Ride a horse
dreaming of Amélie,
then let your gaze glide up the stairs flanked
by grass: you will find the
Sacré Coeur.

Stop 5: Place Igor Strawinski
A fountain
or art installation?
Where the city bubbles, it's hard to
discern what's square and what's
museum.

Enjoy your tour de Paris!

This is a cc0 artwork.

How to earn on Farcaster

Want to earn onchain?
The secret: consistency
and $degen tipping.

Growth by a thousand paper cuts

Drip, drip, drip,
and then you step on a
Lego brick which youbcould be using
to cocreate something
interesting.

Get your alpha here

A jpeg
made with self trained AI,
then auctioned off in a magic frame,
curated as asset?
Yes you can.

Celebrating our origin stories and being at the forefront

Multiple passports,
moving across bordes, we're
the blockchain vanguard.

What do you want to see built?

What do you want to
be built on Farcaster? A
random minting tool?

Focus. Focus. Focus.

What you ned
is focus - focus to
build the thing you want to build - that one
thing that makes you happy.
Your One Thing.

Casters of all ages unite.

What I did
at sixteen? I did not
play with magic internet money,
but just like now, I was
creating.

Anticipation for Far(away)con.

There's so much
joy in Far(away)con
anticipation: trip booking and
getting ready to write
poetry.

Day 21 of OnPoWriMo, the prompt today is ITAP
(I Took A Photo).

I took a
picture of a palace,
it made me dream of peace; peace founded
on justice that calls this
palace home.

Pin my framed poem
to the top of your channel
and let it inspire.

Haiku for OnPoWriMo day 17, prompt word is 'frame'.

Day 8 of OnPoWriMo

The word is 'meme', write a poem with or inspired by that word.

Here's mine

Mix, remix
and mix again. Add a
hat, and an arrow that points higher.
share it for the culture,
meme is born.

On day 7 of OnPoWriMo it's all about speed.

Finish first: you'll win
the race, but if you'll finish
last you'll have more joy.

On day 6 of OnPoWriMo we say GM.

Write a poem with or inspired by 'GM'.

Here's mine:

With a cup
of coffee I settle
in the garden - the mornings are not
cold anymore - and write
this GM

What do you
love on your sandwhich? Ham,
cheese? Or maybe peanutbutter and
chocolate sprinkles? I
like it all.

This week, I challenge you to make a delicious sandwich and then write a poem about it.

Poem for day 5 of OnPoWriMo, with a nod to ChrisCocreated and the Daily Bread project.

Some baguette
and a round semolina
bread with yeast, as Berbers make it;
zaatar spiced melting pot -
our table.

Onchain Poetry Writing Month Day 4.

The word is 'wallet'. Create a poem with or inspired by that word.

We just sent
you a login link, now
select the pics with buses in them.
Why can't I just connect
my wallet?

On day 3 of Onchain Poetry Writing Month, the prompt word is spring. Here's my poem.

Suddenly
the rain and lightning cleansed
earth explodes into technicolor
festivals of fresh leaves
and tulips.

Now show me yours.

OnPoWriMo Day 2

We are so early
so keep your hat on, anon
it will go higher.

It's OnPoWriMo, or ONchain POetry WRIting MOnth.

This is the list with your daily prompt words. #0 days, 30 words. Write a poem with or inspired by the word of the day.

Have fun!

I receive $DEGEN
you receive poem. That's it.
That is the offer.

Whisper poetry
in my ear, and you'll give me
goosebumps all over.

In this week's poetry prompt 4 kids, we're trying to find a scene and capture it in a poem.

Have fun.

When @christin compares you to a legend.

This week we're looking at tiny creatures that are super useful. And writing a poem about it.

She is striped black, yellow and white
she sits on flowers oh so bright
maybe you know who that could be
it is the humble bumble bee!

Why I share my poetry on Farcaster#degenmemeMade with @lenspost

The GM Farcaster stream may have been offline, but we keep chatting.

The stream is offline
but the chatroom is filled with
keyboard clattering

A chestnut tree coming into bloom. Snapped.

Nature crafts
patterns intricately,
slowly revealing the rarest traits,
every creation a
one-of-one.

This is my Decalaration of Poetry. If you want to know why I write what I write, read this.

Mint to support my poetry mission.

Arjan's Declaration of Poetry

I search for
beauty in the mundane,
extraordinary beauty in
ordinary objects,
love in all.

I will not
assume you see what I
see, have read what I have read, have lived
what I have lived. You add
to my world.

We do share
many things, but also
bring our own perceptions, own stories
to the game, creating
new canons.

It's us three:
poet, poem, reader.
Together we will create meaning,
build understanding and
make beauty.

Together,
that's the key. Together
we will bring kindness, beauty and more
understanding. We'll bring
empathy.

This is my Statement of Poetry. If you want to know why I write what I write, read this.

Mint to support my poetry mission.

Arjan's Statement of Poetry

I search for
beauty in the mundane,
extraordinary beauty in
ordinary objects,
love in all.

I will not
assume you see what I
see, have read what I have read, have lived
what I have lived. You add
to my world.

We do share
many things, but also
bring our own perceptions, own stories
to the game, creating
new canons.

It's us three:
poet, poem, reader.
Together we will create meaning,
build understanding and
make beauty.

Together,
that's the key. Together
we will bring kindness, beauty and more
understanding. We'll bring
empathy.

Another poetry prompt for kids (of all ages). This week we're erecting a poem-statue.

Have fun, and share if you like.

A pit lane collab between Arjan and Sojournous.

Photo by Arjan Tupan
Poem by Sojournous

Step across the line
To where the secrets are held
And speed comes to rest

A poem celebrating life and greener (or should we say purpler) pastures.

The birds no
longer build their nests on
these dead branches, we just return to
search fat beetles feeding
on dead wood.

The second Poetry Prompt 4 Kids is all about celebrating women.

Mothers, daughters, sisters,
girlfriends, wives;
no matter how you look at it,
they play an important
role in our lives.

Share your poem with the women you admire.
And me, if you want.

arjantupan.xyz

A $DEGEN haiku

Daffodils bloom in
the park - $DEGEN I hodl
will follow suit soon.

Listen to the poem in the video, and then write a poem about...

RAIN.

Share yours if you want, but you are doing this for you. And for fun.

arjantupan.xyz

Midnight in
Le Pecq, right there between
Debussy's moonlit compositions
and sweeping search light of
Tour Eiffel.

A poem inspired by a night walk in the Yvelines. Le Pecq is a commune straddling the Seine, just next to Saint-Germain-en-Laye, birthplace of Debussy. From the higher streets, you can see the top of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

A poem inspired by the Bright Moments Paris event.

The DJ puts on a blue record,
and while the cool tunes play
softly in the background, we
weave through the crowd of
crypto citizens to enjoy the art
displayed on screens on the walls.

We play a bit with the Dream Machine,
enthralled by the Dutch languaged
unicorn in a school, the horses in the
mountains and the brother with
the big nose.

We take home the cookie on which
you can write, and many stories to tell
of our Bright Moments in bright Paris.

Old-age aches,
inconveniencies
and fish stories have slown and grown me
to the point that now I
need to run.

- Poem on AI video of a stick man running in a park, created with Runway ML.

We are so early,
this is the new norm; we know
something others don't.

History
is omnipresent here,
from Sword to Utah beach; Normandy
reminding us: never
this again.

Location: Pegasus Bridge Memorial, Bénouville, Normandy, France.

Farcasters love the human connection, and that shows in the tagline for FarCon2: url -> irl. It also shows in all the local-oriented channels on Farcaster, such as /paris and /rome and /new-york. In these channels local meetups are organised. Farcasters meeting Farcasters. I went to one, and it was really fun.

We also have a /postcards channel, in which people meet to send physical postcards t eachother. Mine come with a poem on it.

So, today's tip are actually two: dig into the channels and connect irl as well as url.

--

There once was a caster in Paris

who wanted to meet and share his

postcards and galette

with the people he met

onchain in the channel called /paris.

Want to stay up-to-date on what's happening on Farcaster? Want to deep dive into the culture. Find these two media sources:

GM Farcaster by Adrienne and Nounish Prof

www.gmfarcaster.com/

and Outcasters by Ghostlinkz.

outcasters.xyz/

Twenty-one minutes?

Time for cofee and culture

GM Farcaster

We love the conversations here. So, engage. Tell us what you think, why you share a link. We really want to know.

---

Dear valued

followers, please know I

appreciate you. "Follow-back"

that's too Web2. My ask:

just engage.

Just a friendly and poetic way to guide you on getting (re)acquainted with Farcaster if you're a poet. Or artist. Or...

No need to hide links
In the replies, we rather
Mint from your main cast.

A poem in reply to pmarca's definition of poetry in his standing AMA.

Q: How would you define poetry?

A: Words that touch the soul?


Can I reach

into that most inner

part of you, stir it, shake, it, move it

and let it dance for joy,

with my words?

Celebrating all the great things of the past few weeks on Farcaster with a bit of video and a poem disguised as rap.

===


Just tip me

warps or tip me $DEGEN

and we will grow, 'cause we are regen.

This Warpcast thing, really

is next gen.

This is no place for web2 games. Engage first. Make it count.

Commemorative poem for the /paris meetup on 27 January 2024.

Thanks to Justin, Kugusha and Speakup for organising.

Citizens

of crypto /paris and

degens and builders and anons and

guests and a poet: we

all showed up.

A general question inspired by new functionality on Warpcast: images in direct cast groups.

An image

is said to say more than

a thousand words. So does this image

say more than a thousand-

and-twenty?

Video filled with clouds. What do you see when you gaze at them?

A poem to celebrate the 50th episode of GM Farcaster. Thank you Prof and Adrienne for all this fun.

An influx of users? A quieter public square?
Is everybody hiding in Direct Cast Groups?

A new Farcaster Weekly Poem:

Could we have

secret societies

now? Or Hunger Games? The public square

seems quieter these days.

Or am I?

A poem inspired by the gift of hot sauce.
Joseph Maggio created this sauce from a batch of peppers he scored at a farmer's market. Then he raffled off 1 bottle. I won and love it. All this inspired the poem:

Fire captured like a

genie, from peppers coloured

like my hometown flag.

I made it to the second round of the Second Annual Hunger Games by Cassie.


The question now is: how to make it to round 3...


Do I vote

for the boisterous one?

Or another with few followers?

Which one I fear most? The

Silent One.

First round vote,

but who to pick? Not friends,

for sure. Or those three who are in cahoots.

I'm just in to observe.

And write this.

First round vote,

but who to pick? Not friends,

for sure. Or those three who are in cahoots.

I'm just in to observe.

And write this.

On Form Friday 9 we play with Found Poetry. This is a poem I found.

Come closer to the fire.

People should / collect more / latte-priced art

A new year's

resolution? Mint more

poems. Cast more art. Gaze at the sky.

Boost more poetry casts.

Say GM.



Some casts that inspired this poem:

Have you generated your New Year's Resolution?

warpcast.com/ornamental/0xbc66c963


A poet mints her first poem

warpcast.com/ellis/0x89e20478


Can casts be art?

warpcast.com/chriscocreated/0x65748820


The sky-inspired casts by my friend wordstobepoetry are inspiring

warpcast.com/wordstobepoetry/0x7cc1585c


GM is a thing, and GM Farcaster should be a (bigger) thing

warpcast.com/adrienne/0x36c13178

A book rhyme for Form Friday 8.

This book belongs to only me

until I go and set it free,

and then it is for you to read

and keep it for as long you need.

So, don't take it before your time

because that is a heinous crime.

World maps are

decorating the walls,

extras, just as the fashion, tools and

furniture - signs of the

painted times.


A poem inspired by a lesson learned at the Vermeer Center in Delft, The Netherlands.

A dream-inspired poem.

Piano meets poetry, / but I completely missed / the $points! Just tell me, what's your favorite / story - or are we just / weaving threads?


The casts that inspired this poem:


A piano picture kicked off a jam

warpcast.com/jrf/0x023c7cc9


The $points saga seemed to have started here (thx GM Farcaster):

warpcast.com/iammatthias/0x96c75eb3


You cannot name your favorite art piece.

warpcast.com/ilyat/0xa1ab1f55


How to get warps, when you are not sure what the question means. Or maybe are... (From the AMA with @elad).

warpcast.com/elad/0x6df1b58a

A tritriplicata poem imposed on a photograph of a handcrafted stick figure poet reciting this poem:

This poet / recites poetry of / love and wonder; of the miracles / of the past and dreams for / our future.

Something special happened within a week of Jacob casting a photo of his piano: the first Piano x Poetry Jam Salon. Enjoy :)

When a friend / starts casting, what do we / recommend? There's so much great stuff here, / where should I start? So I / start with this.

In this week, I saw an old friend return to Farcaster and give it another go. I really want him to stay, so I was desperate to answer his question "what is good here?" in the best possible way.

But what is good here? And can we see the forest for the trees? There's so much amazing stuff going on on Farcaster, that it's easy to get lost. And once you start recommending starting points, you think "and this one, and that one, and that one, too".

So, why not start with a little poetry.

Farcaster Weekly Poem for 23-29 October 2023

New channels were created this week, and the conversation immediately took off. The activity in the F1 channel around races is amazing, a great vibe. The poets and the Parisians also got their home this week on Farcaster.
And then, that nice Friday feature: Warps. A reward for early beta testing and activity.

The poem:

Poets and / race fans; Parisians, too; / find their home in channels old and new. / Suddenly: warps treasure / dropped to you.

Tezpole fun, / we have limericks, too. / We look to next year and sing with Keys, / but what to get your kids / for Christmas?


Tezpole cast by Cameron

warpcast.com/cameron/0xde89d163


Writing fun with limericks
warpcast.com/arjantupan/0x0bfdcedb

and a limerick example:
zora.co/collect/zora:0xfd89fc170c963653bc822d3438a20eb7adedf623/premint-1


Looking towards the 2024 F1 season

warpcast.com/thechandresh.eth/0x3005eea3


Sharing Alicia Keys songs inspired by wordstobepoetry

warpcast.com/arjantupan/0x8c4d6e1b

warpcast.com/wordstobepoetry/0xaffa4035


Christmas gifts for kids tips in this thread by Justin

warpcast.com/ahn.eth/0x3d03f5f0

Poetry is made to conjure up an image from words. An epic like Homer's Odyssee, a sonnet by Shakespear, a tritriplicata by yours truly, or a poem created by a human-ai duo, words can make you imagine universes.

And now, with large language models such as DALL-E and Stable Diffusion, you can use words to let AI generate an image. As a poetry newsletter, The Onchain Poetry Digest explores the influence of words in creating images. Primarily by listing all the freshly minted onchain poetry we can find. But also with the art used in each issue.

Every issue has an NFT for collectors, based on the issue's header image, that is generated by AI. After experimenting a bit, the same prompt was used, with up to 5 modifiers for each piece of art. The prompt, a nod to the content of the listing, is always "fresh mint". Only four times, while experimenting, a variation of the prompt was used. All images are created using NightCafé Studio. In it, you can pick from a list of modifiers to give some extra pizzazz to your prompt. To create the header image for each issue, as said, up to 5 of these modifiers were used, thus creating a collection that explores the influence of words on the images they evoke. That is what The Fresh Mint Collection is about.

This animated GIF version shows the 20 different interpretations of the prompt fresh mint and its four variations "freshly minted nft poetry" (issue `1), "A poet of indonesian heritage writing poetry with a fountain pen" (issue 2), "freshly minted poetry" (issue 4) and "Frresh mint with fireworks in the background" (issue 7, including typo).

The Louvre / to yourself, as artists / become louder. We CoCreate and / co-learn coding with a / twilight fox.

This is your Farcaster Weekly poem for the week of 12 to 19 November 2023. The colours are a reference to the Ferrari team colours and the Red Bull suits at the Formula 1 race in Las Vegas this week.

Links to some of the conversations that inspired this poem:
How to best enjoy the Louvre
warpcast.com/kugusha.eth/0xe1ae75b7

The art conversation seems louder on Farcaster
warpcast.com/kaloh/0x00a23fbe

Farcaster Fall CoCreated launch event
warpcast.com/chriscocreated.eth/0xcf14ef51

A call to learn coding together
warpcast.com/jrf/0x9499b121

Fennec release announced
warpcast.com/v/0xc739cf

The wowow / should be over by now, / so can I use my Warps to crowd fund, / or boost Farcaster Fall? / I'll like that.

Some links to the conversations that inspired this poem:

One thing about wowow

warpcast.com/chriscocreated.eth/0xe9aa733f


One of the Warps announcements

warpcast.com/v/0xdaecbf4e


Chris CoCreated Crowdfunding campaign

warpcast.com/chriscocreated.eth/0x5b671ce9


On Boosts, watch GM Farcaster episode 23 and a meme

warpcast.com/nounishprof/0xfb5c7e87

warpcast.com/0xen/0xa2bac5e6


My Farcaster Fall Thread

warpcast.com/arjantupan/0x1cf9c3d1

How many likes?

warpcast.com/ghostlinkz.eth/0x89147017

Fall leaves fall / to signal a world's end, / their colourfulness feeding new life / where the purples make fall / the new spring.

Is autumn, or fall as some call it, really the season that heralds the end coming? When leaves are dropping, and the forest floor becomes a bed of decaying organic matter, it is easy to associate that with the beginning of the end.

To me, however, it is very much the beginning of the beginning. The rotting organic matter left by those who have had their best season is teeming with life. Life that is cleaning up the debris, and life that uses it as a feeding ground to grow.

Without the decay, there will not be new life.
So this Farcaster Fall, let's celebrate the new life that Web3 brings us, growing on the decaying detritus of the Web2 players of yesteryear.

Happy Farcaster Fall, welcome to your future.

How networked / are we really, anon? / And during this Farcaster Fall, are / you using poetry / as a tool?

The Network State conference ignited some interesting conversations on Farcaster last week. Adrienne started a viewing guide thread, and Connor McCormick started a thread questioning the network state implementations. Interesting to see it all, and to see these thoughtful conversations. Which brings me to the hot take by Ted about how far being anonymous leads people to be less kind.

Later in the week, Farcaster Fall kicked off. A new art piece every day to celebrate and support artists and Farcaster culture. And Purple. Have you minted all the pieces yet? You should.
Finally, we had some interesting thoughts about what poetry means to us in the poetry channel. To some, it is a tool to organise thoughts and emotions. I can assure you: poetry can certainly do that. You can find links to all these conversations below.

Shoutout to ChrisCoCreated for some valuable feedback on this series.

The links

Network State viewing guide thread, built by Adrienne
warpcast.com/adrienne/0x7781ab4e

Questioning network states by Connor McCormick
warpcast.com/nor/0xf298f0c5

The hot take on anon hot takes by Ted
warpcast.com/ted/0x1ab351f6

A poem to celebrate the birth of the poetry channel on Farcaster.

Royalties are allocated to the trpplffct wallet, used to support onchain poets.

The poem:

Suddenly, / after a long, tiring / campaign of hope and despair, triumph! / Dan made a new home for / poetry!

Farcaster Weekly Poem for 16 - 22 October 2023

There is a beautiful diversity of topics being discussed on the Farcaster social networks. And that is something worth celebrating. From an AMA with Ethereum founder and legend Vitalik, to a dad who asks for tips to play with his son a sport he himself has not mastered, via an awakening of the poets who have been lurking here and emerging poets. It was another wonderful week on an amazing network.

We've got to keep this up.


The poem:

Bitcoin tee / left on a British train, / dad wants tips on playing football games. / Poetry awakens / in this place.


The links:

AMA with Vitalik

warpcast.com/dwr.eth/0x390ae86a


What to do with a ball:

warpcast.com/artlu.eth/0x8a93a139


Poetry channel, please:

warpcast.com/~/conversations/0xa4561d6876b8d1d3fccd60842454d57a2d3c70c4


Poem by Adrienne

warpcast.com/adrienne/0x167be4c9

Farcaster Weekly Poem for 9-15 October 2023

The world outside of Farcaster exploded again, and the scenius showed its strength by having respectful conversations about that.
And then the big thing we all been waiting for happened: Farcaster went permissionless. This was a big event with many commemorative NFTs and a bump in growth of users.
Fortunately, we are telling better stories here.

No war, and / no permissionless can / break the Farcaster culture. It's strong / for the better stories / we tell here.

Some casts & conversations that inspired this week's poem:

warpcast.com/thethriller/0x8227d7ed
warpcast.com/alexgrover.eth/0xb089564d
warpcast.com/ted/0x84cb4ab9

A speical edition to celebrate Farcaster going permissionless.

As Farcaster becomes permissionless, will a wave of new users come and join us?
The Farcaster Scenius has built a strong culture, and we warmly welcome new users into it.

The poem:
Now floodgates / are open, a wave of / new users will come. Warm welcome / to the culture of our / scenius.

In the week of 2-8 October 2023, we saw wonderful conversations about consistency, the meaning of showing up and the emergence of the term Conversational Liquidity Providers. And a cast about art and how Piet Mondriaan danced the boogie woogie until the age of 70, but without music.

What did you notice this week on Farcaster?

The poem:

He loved to / dance without music, / as long as he could be consistent - / CLPs cocreate / and show up.

The scenius is alive and kicking on Farcaster. And we all have a taste of home. We are the unreasonables, and sometimes we have a reply-guy.
This poem is inspired by some of the amazing conversations happening on Farcaster.

The poem:

Foundations / showing the scenius / of the unreasonable, made with / tastes of home. Who is your / reply-guy?

Remember one thing today:

YOU.
ARE.

AWESOME!

You may hold the key, but what does it unlock?

A poem inspired by casts - messages on Farcaster.

Hold the key / unlock the secret / if it is your secret to unlock. / Not your key? Then it's not / your unlock.

This is your weekly Farcaster Poem for 25 September 2023

The week on Farcaster caught in a poem

Mint support

Should we tip / more than 10 percent, will / Max and the / McLarens fight for pole? / But where to mint support? / Arsenal?

Farcaster is not just about Web3 technology. The conversations have a wide variety of topics, and are filled with funny, smart and respectful contributions. Last week I found many of these, including about tipping and transparent pricing, which football/soccer team to support, writing, Farcaster itself, Formula 1 and the different feel and emerging culture of (L2) blockchains.

Many thanks to
@cameron, @nounishprof, @adrienne, @chriscocreated, @giuseppe, @ccarella, @j-valeska, @thechandresh, @hutch2u, @satanism, @indy, @ayushm, @ghostlinkz, @chukwukaosakwe

and all you amazing casters for the wonderful conversations here.

Experimenting. That's what I love about being at the forefront of new movements. Not to lead the charge, but to be part of the crowd that is experimenting with new things. Dabbling, playing, trying, failing, learning, succeeding.
One great example of that is the GM Farcaster show by NouninshProf and Adrienne. It's an experiment, and that is their love language.
This poem is an ode to them, and all the other amazing ppl on Farcaster, experimenting and learning every day.

The poem:
The tech gives/ us the challenges we /know from previous tech cycles. Still, / we experiment. Our / love language.

This week, I'm sharing a poem about emerging and seeing things. Or about anything you read into it.

Because the Farcaster crowd likes memes, I've done my best to give this one a meme aesthetic.

The poem In the distance:

And in the distance / - obscured by low hanging clouds - / we can see Paris.

This is a priceless mint. You only have to settle the network fee, from which part will come back to me through the creator rewards scheme. 25% of my earnings on this poem will be used to support onchain poets by collecting and commissioning art from them.

It can work. I saw it work. We once were 0-4 behind at half time. We won 6-4.
Now will the coach at the World Cup Final make the right changes at half-time? Will the changes make the difference? That's what this poem is about.

The poem
Can the coach / make enough changes at / half-time to turn the tide, or will the / opponent's answer win / the final?

Poetry x football x AI images

During the FIFA Women's World Cup, I will search for poetry in matches. When I find it, the poem will be fed to an AI model, with up to 5 modifiers, to generate an image. This image will be combined with the poem and made available for a limited-time open edition. The project explores journalism in poetry form and how prompts guide outcomes when using AI.

For those who need a bit of summer.
For those who need a bit of sunshine.
For those who are building.
For those who love poetry.
For those who love life.

For all of us.

A little Onchain Summer Haiku.

a butterfly on / a dandelion, spotted / on a summer hike

It was the replay of the previous final. The champion versus the runner-up. Both teams had been preparing for this, and it was a close-fought battle. The battle was tough. The battle was hard. The battle was fair. Sometimes even leading to team-mates clashing on the pitch.

At the final whistle, the score was even, and team-mates became friends again.

The poem

They fought like / true gladiators for / ninety minutes and some extra time. / And when the match was done: / friends again.