Kat's Conundrums https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t2444 Runboard| Kat's Conundrums en-us Fri, 29 Mar 2024 15:14:36 +0000 Fri, 29 Mar 2024 15:14:36 +0000 https://www.runboard.com/ rssfeeds_managingeditor@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds managing editor) rssfeeds_webmaster@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds webmaster) akBBS 60 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17196,from=rss#post17196https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17196,from=rss#post17196that's some devotion loving these. esp quote:The calendar says APRIL. It must be spring somewhere. WOW.sharp as a whistle indeed. btw hope you had a wonderful walk. nondisclosed_email@example.com (arkava)Mon, 13 Apr 2015 02:12:37 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17194,from=rss#post17194https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17194,from=rss#post17194The Dark Side of Devotion When the police showed up at my door, accusing me of stalking you, I knew we’d gone too far. Written to the prompt: the dark side of devotion.nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sun, 12 Apr 2015 09:06:33 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17193,from=rss#post17193https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17193,from=rss#post17193Hey Zak, Today spring is officially arriving here: sunny & 67 degrees predicted. I am going to take a long walk with a good friend on a nice trail this afternoon. Can't wait! nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sun, 12 Apr 2015 08:38:45 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17191,from=rss#post17191https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17191,from=rss#post17191Clear as a bell, sharp as a whistle. Zak quote:Katlin wrote: Another small poem, written while wearing my winter pajamas and staring at my bedroom calendar. Daybook There’s a yellow duck with an orange beak on the green grass beside a yellow dandelion. The calendar says APRIL. It must be spring somewhere. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Zakzzz5)Sat, 11 Apr 2015 14:36:09 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17190,from=rss#post17190https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17190,from=rss#post17190Another small poem, written while wearing my winter pajamas and staring at my bedroom calendar. Daybook There’s a yellow duck with an orange beak on the green grass beside a yellow dandelion. The calendar says APRIL. It must be spring somewhere. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Fri, 10 Apr 2015 18:22:53 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17189,from=rss#post17189https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17189,from=rss#post17189TY, arka, I didn't make that connection. A friend made up her own prompt and wrote a five line poem with “can” in each line. That looked like fun, so I made up my own variation(s). The result? Some very light verse: Poem with Cant I’m not being cantankerous, but I won’t recant my story. I ate the cantaloupe while reading Pound’s Cantos. Or was it a Canterbury Tale. I can’t remember. Patriot Games After being convinced to play & unable to contain my enthusiasm, I won the drinking contest by continuing a long con: reconnoitering the halls of Congress, disguised as a concierge, all while reciting the Constitution with red wine conviction. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Fri, 10 Apr 2015 18:18:39 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17183,from=rss#post17183https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17183,from=rss#post17183Well, now WcW has a reason to be envious. your poem does quote: What some of these artists have done is curated the work of other artists into their own shows which, again, creates a missing link (between the artist’s own work and the curated artist’s work) which the viewer must now come up with. But what I find perhaps even more interesting about all of these artists is how they curate their own work without providing connective tissue so that when one views the works of these artists one must come up with a connective tissue between the artists own work. It seems as if you are doing something like that with this latest series of poems. On the surface there is resemblance of openendedness and playfulness and like Zeke said more connective tissue if one looks closer. nondisclosed_email@example.com (arkava)Wed, 08 Apr 2015 07:10:22 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17177,from=rss#post17177https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17177,from=rss#post17177Hey arka and Chris, I was ripping off WCW: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/245576 Probably should have made that clear(er)! Chris, I miss your company and would love for you to join me, but don't feel bad if you can't. I was reading an article on collage poems this morning, and the idea of writing one appealed to me. I took the prompt a step further and decided to write a collage poem on an actual collage I made a few months ago. There is one problem for posting purposes: the words "meant to" in the penultimate line should have a strikethrough, and I don't know how to do that here, which ruins the whole meaning of the poem, so please imagine a strikethrough there: Vision Board Open suitcase and a health plan I can follow: Tomato smoothies with celery garnish. Sun salutation on the sand. Yellow map and a manual typewriter. New black T-shirt (“Thank You”): I meant to do that. Notes Toward a New Language: The Collage by Cynthia Cruz http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2015/04/notes-toward-a-new-language-the-collage/ nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 07 Apr 2015 13:30:34 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17174,from=rss#post17174https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17174,from=rss#post17174arka's right, the line breaks are awesome. I know I should be participating and feel bad about it. Who knows?...maybe... In any case, I love reading you here, it makes me very happy, Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Tue, 07 Apr 2015 08:13:47 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17173,from=rss#post17173https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17173,from=rss#post17173This is not an excuse just my reason Cool line breaks on this one. an excuse just my reason. Ha! nondisclosed_email@example.com (arkava)Tue, 07 Apr 2015 04:07:05 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17172,from=rss#post17172https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17172,from=rss#post17172Hi guys, lovely to see all of you! Chris, I wish you were writing too. It doesn't feel right doing this without you. This Is Just to Say I’m sorry I didn’t write a poem today I took a long, slow walk instead This is not an excuse just my reason Written to the prompt: "Write an 'excuse' poem. This is open-ended and could apply to anything." nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Mon, 06 Apr 2015 23:27:26 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17171,from=rss#post17171https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17171,from=rss#post17171"please let fluidity mend her" Awesome!! love the poem and have to echo Zekean d Chris here. You are on a roll, Kat! nondisclosed_email@example.com (arkava)Mon, 06 Apr 2015 14:03:23 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17170,from=rss#post17170https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17170,from=rss#post17170It's so good to see/read you here! These poems are terrific. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Mon, 06 Apr 2015 10:47:15 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17169,from=rss#post17169https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17169,from=rss#post17169Looked at this stuff you've written. Good commentary on what you're going through. Glad to see you're doing this. More here than meets the eye. Zaknondisclosed_email@example.com (Zakzzz5)Mon, 06 Apr 2015 10:37:58 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17168,from=rss#post17168https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17168,from=rss#post17168arka, One of my friend's who also teaches college says he sometimes takes a box into the classroom and has all the students put their mobile phones in it, telling them, "You can pick them up after class." A Charm Against a Friend’s Fear of Change 3 radishes & 1 orange pepper milk thistle, turmeric & the spot of a leopard 2 green tea capsules & a dash of sea salt a cup of pickled dreams with a pinch of no-fault toss these together in a blender please let fluidity mend her nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Mon, 06 Apr 2015 10:24:27 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17163,from=rss#post17163https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17163,from=rss#post17163Ha ha. This is awesome. Funny and insightful. Love the title too, small unsentimental machine. It did remind me of this Leo Marx book we had to dip into at college. Machine in the garden. Here the machine narrows things down, getting to a, getting to a. Yes a mesg. Yes an interrogation/staging of the quote. Good placement of the interrogatives as well. It's a smart machine. Loved the article on Hayes. Surprisingly balanced. That discomfort with labels. I so get that. Also, that portion where the students are checking their mobile phones, bored. Whew. I have been there. Teaching is a horror story sometimes. nondisclosed_email@example.com (arkava)Fri, 03 Apr 2015 21:00:09 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17162,from=rss#post17162https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17162,from=rss#post17162Thank you, Arka, for your response. Your presence over the past months has been one of the constants in my night sky. Trying something really different today: Small Unsentimental Machine A poem is never about one thing.        Terrance Hayes a poem is never about one a poem is never about a poem is never a poem   is a poem a [?] You want it to be as complicated as your feelings.      Terrance Hayes You want it to be as complicated as your [fill in the blank]. You want it to be as complicated as [. . .]. You want it to be complicated. You want it to be. You want it to [?]. You want it. You want. You. "There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words." Williams Carlos Williams http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/introduction-wedge “A poem is never about one thing. You want it to be as complicated as your feelings.” Terrance Hayes http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/29/magazine/galaxies-inside-his-head-poet-terrance-hayes.html?smid=tw-nytmag&_r=2   nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Fri, 03 Apr 2015 15:31:53 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17161,from=rss#post17161https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17161,from=rss#post17161A conundrum worth the name, Kat. Call it life as we know it or how you must have known it, unthinkable but always close, during the past months. i cannot dare to guess at where it has taken you. but the poem is a gift I am keeping. P.s. coming back to this, realizing I haven't really taljed about the poem. The prompt has worked out really well here and the title to go along with the poem. Surprising metaphors, a slow contained vouce all through. Beautiful work here indeed. Kat, woman on the moon or not, you shine!nondisclosed_email@example.com (arkava)Fri, 03 Apr 2015 04:50:24 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17158,from=rss#post17158https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17158,from=rss#post17158Arka, so good to see you! Thanks for stopping by this thread and for your ongoing concern and support. I've read your new poems in the Poetry Spectrum and plan to comment soon. Today's poem comes from the prompt: write a poem in which each line is a lie: Black and White Lies I wasn’t frightened by the diagnosis or the prospect of surgery. I wasn’t troubled by catheters, and the blood thinner I injected daily into my thighs didn’t faze me. The prescribed painkillers worked marvelously, with no disturbing side effects. The same can be said for 18 weeks of chemo drugs, anti-nausea meds and steroids. I didn’t cry when my head was shaved. I enjoyed sporting bandanas, chemo caps and wigs. I didn’t miss my eyebrows. I thought a pale, swollen, woman-in-the-moon face was a good look on me. I called my 103-year-old grandmother on Mother’s Day and told her I had cancer. I didn’t experience brain fog, fatigue or the obsessive need to google. (What’s neuropathy?) I wasn’t angry. I didn’t hunker down like a fallow field or try to live on automatic pilot. I didn’t feel blessed. I never lost hope. I always knew I’d beat it. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Thu, 02 Apr 2015 12:57:13 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17157,from=rss#post17157https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17157,from=rss#post17157Excellent Kat. An escape from prison and a new life. nondisclosed_email@example.com (arkava)Wed, 01 Apr 2015 23:09:29 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17147,from=rss#post17147https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17147,from=rss#post17147Hey Tere and Chris, I've tweaked the poem and added a companion piece: Post Chemo (Now) Waiting for my hair to grow. Waiting for the cold to go. Waiting for my mind to clear. Waiting for an end of fear. Waiting for strength to run. Waiting for the luxurious of fun. Waiting for word/s to come. Waiting for that old ho-hum. Waiting for new normal to commence. Waiting as if the future is not an electric fence, just another simple tense. (Post Chemo) Now Dammit! Don’t wait for hair to grow, the cold to go, your mind to clear, an end of fear. Don’t wait for amusement or the muse to return, for boredom to come back or strength to burn. Don’t wait   for a new normalcy’s recompense or the future’s invisible fence to disconnect. Don’t reject the body’s plea. Respect the present tense. Genuflect and resurrect (the) now. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Wed, 01 Apr 2015 09:48:59 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17092,from=rss#post17092https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17092,from=rss#post17092Ah yes, "that old ho-hum." What an extraordinary treat that would be. I love this poem, Kat. It's good to read you again. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Thu, 12 Mar 2015 15:03:45 +0000 Re: Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17089,from=rss#post17089https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17089,from=rss#post17089Oh yes. Waiting for your body to talk back to you. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Tue, 10 Mar 2015 23:42:28 +0000 Kat's Conundrumshttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17082,from=rss#post17082https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17082,from=rss#post17082First poem written in over a year. I used the anaphora technique.   Post Chemo Now Waiting for my hair to grow. Waiting for the cold to go. Waiting for my mind to clear. Waiting for an end of fear. Waiting for strength to run. Waiting for the luxury of fun. Waiting for word(s) to come. Waiting for that old ho-hum. Waiting for a new normal to commence. Waiting as if the future is not an electric fence.nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 10 Mar 2015 12:54:56 +0000