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Re: Kat's 2012 NaPoMo
Aw, thank you,
Chris
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Apr/18/2012, 8:07 am
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Kat: Love the love letter to the muse. Epic.
Here is a poem that uses the word heart. I just wrote it as a tiny act of defiance.
Heart Poem
the 7 of hearts is about the futility
of painting hearts on tiny cards
the knight of hearts takes no prisoners
I take the cheese
and the ace stands alone
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Apr/18/2012, 7:00 pm
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hi vkp, a tiny act of defiance and freedom. Sometimes I think a writer should break a rule everyday just for the hell of it.
How Small Can You Go?
“Any one of my poems fits on a palm of a hand, and many on a palm of a child’s hand.” VP
none of my poems
can dance on a pinhead
a few Texas two step
on matchbooks
one tap dances
on a silver thimble
my grandmother’s hands
handed down
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Nimble and subtle, these poems, good dancers.
Chris
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Apr/19/2012, 8:45 am
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No Poem Today
someone absconded
with Roget’s thesaurus
& the rhyming dictionary
add one banged up
bullshit detector
& a matching set
of pearl-handled
obfuscation devices
to that good thief’s grab
& go list
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Apr/20/2012, 7:42 am
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This reminds me of the story, "Stone Soup." This con-man wanders into the village and tells the folks he can make soup from a stone; puts a stone in the pot and gets them to provide all the other ingredients. Their eyes were on the stone...so yeah, this is a stone-soup poem,
Chris
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Apr/20/2012, 11:12 am
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Love the absconding poem and love the Stone Soup story. I've had stone soup parties before....
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Apr/20/2012, 11:28 am
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I must have heard the "Stone Soup" story before, but I didn't remember it. Now I won't forget it. ty
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Apr/20/2012, 12:04 pm
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breakfast in bed
“Inspiration is an intercourse with language. I can always tell when language wants me. I never say no to language. For me, it’s always good with language. And for language? I’m afraid for language it’s never as good as it is for me.” VP
sometimes
in the morning
when I can’t decide
between croissant
& english muffin
faux fur prosody
& a cloth coat prosaic
monsieur langue
wants me anyway
busses my lips & laughs
at my uneven chops
makes me forget
the boiling teapot
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Apr/21/2012, 6:48 am
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Love the sensual take on language, more impressive riffing,
Chris
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Apr/21/2012, 8:04 am
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Thanks, Chris. Feels like I'm starting to scrap the bottom of the barrel.
One Option
“In an ideal poem: every line of it can serve as a title of a book.” VP
if you see an ideal
poem on the road
kill it quickly
thwack it open
scry the innards
then whisk its hairy
skin across your own
hidebound coat
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Apr/22/2012, 7:17 am
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Not to worry, I'm beginning to think the barrel has a false bottom...plenty more where that came from,
Chris
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Apr/22/2012, 8:41 am
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Kat, you are certainly on a roll. If I may say so without causing interference it is the very personal stance you take towards language that always wakes me up. Funny how rare that can be among poets.
Tere
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Apr/22/2012, 1:03 pm
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ty, c & t. a little wobbly here but rollin' on. today's poem came from a prompt i read elsewhere that said, use some or all of the following words in a poem:
some
barricade
hand
spring
slope
midnight
pass
blue
death
incubus
meet me at midnight
by the blue barricade
dressed in the spring night-
gown you made by hand
some call me a demon
some call me a ghost
darling don’t be afraid
i’ll keep you close
as we pass by
the slope of death
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Apr/23/2012, 7:33 am
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K: Love this kind of exercise. I do it with my students sometimes -- it liberates them! Come up with a list of 5 or 6 words. It's fun to include words that can be used as more than one part of speech. Like "hand" or "barricade" or "pass". Or have multiple meanings, like the above mentioned, or also "blue." Even "death...." I want to try! Maybe I'll come back with an offering using your words.
But in any case: I love your poem. It is actually very beautiful and I love "the slope of death." I would be intimidated to use the word death in a poem without sounding all dark and twisty but you manage just fine.
Brava!
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Apr/23/2012, 4:12 pm
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Okay, well. I had a moment or two or three to play with this and ... it was fun! Here's my share:
Midnight Snack
You hand me four blue-shell eggs in a white bowl.
To one, a downy feather clings.
Each egg cracks open
as easily as some soft-boiled hearts I’ve known.
Four eggs slosh yellowly into sizzling butter
and harden there, like some hearts I’ve known,
pushed beyond the sloping rim of boredom
to sleepless nights like this one.
You spring from the chair
to rescue burning toast from certain death,
never knowing the life played out
in midnight’s skillet.
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Apr/23/2012, 5:22 pm
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Hi vkp,
Wonderful! I see you've combined three exercises into one (use heart in a poem & the words on the list & a cooking motif). It is interesting how having some guidelines/restrictions can be liberating and often results in something unexpected and original. "the sloping rim of boredom" and "midnight's skillet" are two such examples from your poem. And now you are making me wish I had eggs for breakfast.
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Apr/24/2012, 8:51 am
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unlyric love lyric
“I am not I: pitie the tale of me.” Sidney
I who am not
I love you
who are
not you pity
the tale of us
Today's poem was inspired by this article:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2012/04/i-am-not-i/
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Apr/24/2012, 8:54 am
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confessions of a po-mo-random generator
the poetics
of desire
invests itself
in the fantasy
of the image
http://writing-program.uchicago.edu/toys/randomsentence/write-sentence.htm
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Apr/24/2012, 9:26 am
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Beautiful wordplay, Kat, especially liked "Midnight Snack."
Chris
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Apr/24/2012, 1:41 pm
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Thanks, Chris. Yeah, vkp's poem is damn good improv.
Came across this post today by the same woman, Lavinia Greenlawn, I linked to earlier and on the same topic of the lyric 'I':
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2012/04/i-am-still-i/
While I'm at it I think I'll put up this quote for Jack Gilbert from an interview with him I read today:
"This whole absurdity about doubting the 'I' in poetry I don't understand at all. That's the source of communication of things that matter. At least, that's what I feel."
http://poems.com/special_features/prose/essay_gilbertjack.php
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Apr/24/2012, 5:55 pm
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(But I think Jackson Mac Lowe said it best a long time ago, and because I don't want to forget what he said, just for myself, I'm linking to another thread:
http://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t874)
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Apr/24/2012, 6:00 pm
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The Muse Wants to Talk
Sweetie, you know
what your problem
is? You say no
before you even
hear the question.
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Apr/25/2012, 7:42 am
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hey, we know the same person!
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Apr/25/2012, 2:58 pm
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Another day and another 2 cents from me.
tuck & zip
yadda yadda yadda
yadda
yes!
it’s been—
next . . .
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Apr/26/2012, 9:03 am
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My point exactly,
Chris
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Apr/26/2012, 9:51 am
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The other day I came across a NaPoMo prompt that said to make a poem out of lines from another poem, or poems. I believe the prompt said to make the poem 10 lines long. I thought that sounded like fun, but I didn't do it. Then today another NaPoMo prompt I came across said to write either an elegy or an anti-elegy in the vein of Sexton's "A Curse Against Elegies."
I decided for reasons still unclear to me to combine the two prompts:
A Curse Against Elegies, Revisited
Everyone was always to blame:
looking for a scapegoat.
But you--who refused to call
except once on a flea-ridden day
--you go ahead.
Go on, go on back down
into the graveyard,
with the rusty nails and chicken feathers.
I am tired of all your pious talk.
I refuse to remember the dead.
Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
A Curse Against Elegies by Anne Sexton
Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
I am tired of all your pious talk.
Also, I am tired of all the dead.
They refuse to listen,
so leave them alone.
Take your foot out of the graveyard,
they are busy being dead.
Everyone was always to blame:
the last empty fifth of booze,
the rusty nails and chicken feathers
that stuck in the mud on the back doorstep,
the worms that lived under the cat's ear
and the thin-lipped preacher
who refused to call
except once on a flea-ridden day
when he came scuffing in through the yard
looking for a scapegoat.
I hid in the kitchen under the ragbag.
I refuse to remember the dead.
And the dead are bored with the whole thing.
But you -- you go ahead,
go on, go on back down
into the graveyard,
lie down where you think their faces are;
talk back to your old bad dreams.
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Very cool indeed.
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Apr/26/2012, 4:23 pm
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To All the Men I’ve Loved Before
pick me choose me
love me lose me
soft abused daisy
petals piling up
sometimes
not always
long time passing
when I can say
you were right
choices after all
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Gorgeous. Ouch.
Chris
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Apr/27/2012, 9:57 am
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