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Show HN: An IDE for poets

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Re: Show HN: An IDE for poets

#23

Bilal, what you have created here is really quite wonderful. Please don't smother it with complexity in adding the endless myriad of features people will undoubtedly try to convince you are necessary. Playing with this has really inspired me to write something today. Thank you.

Thanks! That's sound advice. We don't plan on adding more features than necessary. A user system with sharing and persistence of poems should be sufficient.

Re: Show HN: An IDE for poets

#24
This is neat. I was skeptical about the rhyme matching feature, but I ended up using one of its suggestions.

When lines wrap, they stop lining up with the syllable counts. It would also be nice if the continued lines were indented, but I'm not sure if that's possible with CSS2.

Re: Show HN: An IDE for poets

#30
A while ago, I came across a test posted here on HN by a researcher at Duke.

He was trying to determine if entrepreneurs are more inclined to take risks than other types of people, as part of an ongoing experiment designed to elicit "what it is" that makes entrepreneurs, entrepreneurs.

Some time after that, in a moment where, I've got to admit, I felt pretty defeated by the difficulties my friends and I were encountering in our startup, I ended up writing a poem.

Not sure how or why it happened, since the words seemed to just 'appear' as if out of thin air, but the end result is something that speaks a great deal - to me at least - about the "whatness" of entrepreneurs.

It takes passion to create something that lives outside yourself, and courage too. The same two qualities which the ancient Greek poets prized above all others in their works.

Makes me wonder if modern-day founders would've been poets in earlier times lol.

Good luck with your project!

--The Bouldrèd Night--

The bouldrèd cliff jutting faintly upon far-off lands a' horizon's light Shows but a whisper of might, but 'ere the closing day foreshadows Defiance borne roughly upon the humble spot of soul and bras.

What power's this come thundrèd forth from falling skies? Keen eyes all watch, yet but few allow the self to see and tell. Many lights, born free, bear out their sights in visions Birthed of other men's ambitions - with scarce looks not in Augury of pomp and silver for their avariced jailer's Searching leap upon the newly-minted throne, gilt of old.

How strange is this? That we should bear ourselves Towards despair, and walk, 'ere the gallows, Hooded, our shackled soul wound round the neck in dreams, False-true, abandoned free of vice for Clarity's comforted Embrace of those acquainted, once met, never cared.

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