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There is almost always a sense of word play in your poetry, Kat. I should say word/image play. It's one reason I find your poems smartly dressed. Like this one. Shoos and Shushes, you bet.

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Thanks, Tere.

     .

I know why
the uncaged
period sings
unhinged
from the myriad
maya & angel glue
but
pretty words won't save
so
disarm my teeth
hand me an extended clip
of bullet points

......................................................................................................................
.......................................................

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Whoa! Where did this come from? See what I mean about your sense of word play?

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Love the dual meaning of "maya." I wonder if the act of dis-ensnaring language would lead to an 'uncaged period'

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Hi guys,

Poet's Manifesto: Set the vowels free, uncage the period! I wrote yesterday's poem yesterday morning as an impromptu response to a poem posted on another board by someone named Eli, titled: . and followed by a blank space:

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Today I am going to go conventional:

How to Write a Minimalist Poem

Grab a handful of streamlined pebbles.
Cock your head and your hand at the wrist.
Swivel back your throwing arm.
Shrug your shoulders. Then,
with casual, determined motion—
feel the muscle memory in your tongue—
skim one moist word, followed by another.
Quickly now, several more.
Watch them skip across the page.


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Ha, good advice. "the muscle memory in your tongue." That muscle is tormented by its proximity to the brain, don't you think?

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Very good moment of getting inside the craft, Kat.

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TY, Tere. Chris, in a word: yes.

For today, a found poem:

Ribbit

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Chat
Share
Tweet
StumbleUpon
Google
Reddit
Email

So many twittering
princesses looking for
a frog.


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Good find, nice save,

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Today's prompt: Write a poem where the first word is “light” and the word last word is “dark”. Or the other way around.

Sometimes Life is Like That
 
Light-headed from cold medicine
and heading out the door, you
pause to eat a chocolate chip
muffin and finish off a pint of milk.
Feed a cold, starve a fever. Or is
it the reverse? No matter.
This love is a green elevator,
and you are happy mostly
in the sweat-stained dark.


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Love those last three lines, Kat. Fun prompt,

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Thanks, Chris. The cold that also prompted the poem is less fun. emoticon

Today’s prompt: Insects!

Sounds of Spring
(for Sir Thomas Browne)

In early spring the crusty plunk
of stink bugs on linoleum
made me antsy.

Now the fritinancy of horse
flies against the screen
indicates another thing: too

much hankering & hunkering
down with a polysyllabic old quack,
not enough monosyllabic hanky-panky.
It’s bug time!

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Sorry for the cold, Kat, hope you're feeling better. Your bug poem made me laugh,

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Hey Chris,

I'm feeling a little better today. Sorry to have complained about something as small as a cold, but yesterday I literally couldn't stop coughing and choking. Yuck! It was exhausting.

This poem started out being in response to the prompt Logorrhea:

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but then it became something else:


Lemonade

Welcome to the international house
of pantomime. I’m Jeanine, and
I’ll be your server. Our special
for today is macon sautéed
in malmsey, served with
a side of dal. May I take your
order?

(What’s nice is that this
is a contentless question.)

Read my lips, Jeanine—or is it, Laura?
I’ll have a toasted coconut donut,
sticky with significance and lightly
licked. I’d also like a cup of decaf
and a glass of outdated cultural detritus
with lots of moribund encapsulations
and extra twisty lemon the better to make my own.

You’ll keep that in mind, won’t you,
Laura, when the tab comes through?


Some lines/ideas lifted from:

Quasi-unintelligibility (Part 1) By Timothy Donnelly

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Is a Lick the Same as a Lyric? By Vanessa Place

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"sticky with significance and lightly/licked"
 
You've been watching Charlie Rose again, I can tell,

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Hey Chris,

Yes, well, it's much easier to do these days now that Rose is on in the morning too. emoticon

I mentioned patchwriting upthread and gave a link to the definition. Today's poem is in parts an example of patchwriting:


patchwriting

who knew, indeed, it was this simple?

but

.

J

Is this a poem?

nothing new
under the sun

but
no buts about it

can't step into
the same river twice

repurpose me a few bars
of ecclesiastes &
heraclitus

or eli, zak & zoe

it's all in the (re)
framing

all in the concept
all in &/or
all out

(you're either for us
or you're against us)

&/or so they say

they
they
they

they don't need
no stinkin' vetting they
are the vettees
& vetters

(not to be confused
with settees
and sitters

aka
bourgeoisie)

((i feel your pain))

btw
whatever happened
to flarf?
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hi Kat, sorry to have been awol for the past coupla days...

This poem is a kick, a bit of a trickster with a sly pov. Thanks for it,

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Indeed a hoot. But also with a bite I think. Said before. You are so good at word play. It is a strong suite of yours.

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Hi you two, I hope you are both having a good weekend.


mystical retreat

instead of
    no
(I) don’t
   know
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The openness of uncertainty,

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Chris, yes, anyone who thinks they know everything there is to know, or thinks they know everything they need to know, probably wouldn't make good mystic material or have much interest in being one. emoticon


Advice on a Half Shell

Don’t write because you
have something to say.

Write because you want
to say something.

Like what?

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Non Sequitur

When I overheard the advice:
Don’t teach like you are sucking
on a pickle, I remembered the time
as a child when I ate too much
of my then two favorite foods
—strawberries & dill pickles—
and broke out in hives.


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This morning I was feeling the NaPoMo mid-point doldrums, the halfway hump, until I discovered:

14 Words for One Love is a poetry project that was started in honor of Valentine's Day this year:

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Blogger Libby Loucks "stole the idea" and she's been writing 14 word poems ever since:

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My thanks to Maureen Thorson at NaPoWriMo for the tip:

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hi kat,

ooh, that pickle/strawberry combo makes me wish we had a pucker-faced icon...

yup the doldrums, thanks for the prompts and jump-starts,

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Tomorrow's poem today based on the prompt: Write a poem in which every line begins with the same word: example "If" by Rudyard Kipling.

A Woman Walks In

A woman walks into a poem
and says in a soft voice,
There are two kinds of men.

Does it matter how old she is
or what she’s wearing?

Does it matter if she’s attractive
or what ethnicity she is?

Does it matter if you know
her or recognize the ones
who’ve shared her bed?

A woman walks into a poem
and says in a soft voice,
There are two kinds of men.

Does it matter what kind
of poem it is or what
I’m wearing?

Does it matter if I’ve seen
you around or you think
the waitress is pretty?

Does it matter what school
they went to or where you did?

A woman walks into a poem
and says in a soft voice,
There are two kinds of men.

Does it matter if she’d like to buy
you a drink or you pick the moment
of my entry to check out the restroom?

Does it matter what any of us do
for a living or who runs the country
the bartender lives in?

Does it matter if I prefer women
or you don’t or who knows who
sports a tan line?

Oh, does it matter who’s studied
Freud or who hasn’t read T. S Eliot?

Does it matter if the waitress has a preference
for gloomy elephants or if, badda bing,
the men wear boxers or briefs?

A woman walks into a poem
and says in a soft voice,
There are two kinds of men.



FWIW, the idea for this poem came to me as I was reading this article:

"Why Do You Do Me The Way You Do: Beginnings and Endings in Lyric Poems" by Dave Smith

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I read the first few paragraphs and started writing. Just went back and finished reading the rest, which I enjoyed.
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I like this poem, Kat. I'm going to read the article, it must be a good one to have inspired the poem.

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I have a lover's quarrel with one of Frost's poems and every year during NaPoMo, because it's in April and because I'm not happy with my poem, I work on it a little.

Something Sanguine

Nature’s first green is red
despite what Bobby said.
Look! Her early leaf’s no
flower but bud of lustful power.
Then buds give way to blooms,
so Eden is exhumed. Will dawn
give up today? Something
sanguine p(l)ays.
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The latest snafu over patchwriting (let the buyer of conceptual poetry theory beware):

AUSTRALIAN poetry circles are abuzz with a plagiarism scandal involving a little-known but award-winning poet who has recycled works by giants of the genre such as Sylvia Plath, Seamus Heaney and Charles Bukowski.

Newcastle-based poet and academic Andrew Slattery, 30, admitted to The Australian yesterday he had passed off as his own the work of other poets and acknowledged his once-promising writing career was in ruins.

"Recently I have been inserting lines from other poets in my poems. It was wrong. I accept that," he said.

"I accept I will never publish another poem, let alone a debut collection, in this country."

. . .

Slattery said in his defence he was striving for a "cento" -- or patchwork -- effect in which the works of other writers are incorporated into new poems.

He said this form of "collage poem" had a long and legitimate tradition and was used today by famous writers including John Ashbery, widely considered America's greatest living poet.

Slattery also compared his work to musical and video "mash-ups". "If I create a three-minute mash-up song with one-second snippets from 180 songs, then who owns the song?" he said.

But he admitted: "Critics will say this is a glorified way of saying I've plagiarised. Maybe. It's a good question."

Slattery said he should have acknowledged his poems were in cento format when submitting them for publication and entering them in awards.

"I do not support any use of someone else's work in any form of presentation unless it is clearly acknowledged," he said.


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Some recent patchwriting I did:

Passenger #75

I can’t sleep
I can't go to sleep
I can’t fall asleep (fall?)

I can’t get to sleep because

because

sleep can’t get
can’t get to me

wrap equitable arms
around & marry me

on a mattress of prayer
flags & forgetfulness

on the rainy rim & REM
of forgiveness

“paradoxical sleep”
take away my loneliness

give me the frisson
of emptiness

if not your best keg
of unexplainable miracles

then one soul kiss
b/w two cliffs

Amen?



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mad body two

the body, the interstate
the moon & its geese

one yellow yard bulb & meatloaf
home for this body but

its back is not being scratched
scatter of pills/jigger of whiskey

stink of sadness
there on the couch

at 2 am warm TV
instead of the warmth of her

body promises everything
between her legs

Shut up!

the body goes
out for a drive

crosses every bridge
it ever crossed over

hung-over & harrowing
boats whose only sin

was rubbing against
each other

idling over carp, pike, blue
gills, crappies, bullheads & trout

in the east in an animal calm
a broken pine branch, an embankment
& a field of rye

 

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Nice creative quilting, kat. That second Jules
poem knocked me sideways. Still does.

Chris

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