Kat's Scratch Pad https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t798 Runboard| Kat's Scratch Pad en-us Thu, 28 Mar 2024 20:46:38 +0000 Thu, 28 Mar 2024 20:46:38 +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 Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10999,from=rss#post10999https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10999,from=rss#post10999So Kat, what is the difference between a domestic cat and, say, a panther? Size is all I can see. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:35:04 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10998,from=rss#post10998https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10998,from=rss#post10998Ha! Thanks, Tere. I never thought of myself as a mouser before. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:31:27 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10988,from=rss#post10988https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10988,from=rss#post10988So love your scratch pad, Kat. Great name for how you can go after improv. I notice how you can take a a certain small set of ideas, sometimes a single idea, turning and teasing, turning and teasing, until you've pulled out its mid-gut, so to speak. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 04 Feb 2012 11:31:15 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10977,from=rss#post10977https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p10977,from=rss#post10977Found these old improv pieces I wrote a long time ago in an old Discussion I thread this morning while I was looking for a place to post a link about Szymborska passing. Wanted to include the poems here in my improv thread: I started to write a poem about the cool cats of flarf. Such as it is, here it is:   We Real Cool (With Apologies to Gwendolyn Brooks and Michael Jackson) THE DUEL PLAYERS SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN BABEL We real cool. We teach school. We talk tough. We flarf fluff. We punk junk. We got spunk. We Jizz June. We tweet soon. Tweet it. Just Tweet it. But you wanna be bad so tweet it. Conceptual poem about conceptual poets and their faux foo fighting with flarf poets: Fried Green Tomatoes, Or What Happened on the Way to the Whistle Stop Cafe: A Found Poem   (With Apologies to Fanny Flagg) [Evelyn Couch is cut off in a parking lot] Evelyn Couch: Excuse me. I was waiting for that space. Girl #1: Yeah, tough! Girl #2: Face it, lady, we're younger and faster! Evelyn Couch: Towanda! (screams and smashes into the car) Towanda!! Yes ma'am! (Evelyn Couch rear-ends the other car six times) Girl #1: What are you *doing*? Girl #2: Are you *crazy*? Evelyn Couch: Face it, girls, I'm older and I have more insurance.   ~ Ninny: How many of them hormones are you taking, honey? ~ Sipsey: What's the secret of life? The secrets in the sauce.   ~ [NB: For the conceptual poet is theory like insurance, iffin', by theory, she means contra-text, the new con-text, con-, being, as has been pointed out elsewhere, a cunt? Iffin' so, and iffin' it’s good enough for Evelyn Couch, akin and a yin to cooch-ie, coochie coo, it’s good enough for me. Allegorically speaking, of course.]   http://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t874,offset=30nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Thu, 02 Feb 2012 10:49:47 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8275,from=rss#post8275https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8275,from=rss#post8275Tere, Glad you are enjoying the woof and warp of the thread. The Rejection Group's "Welcome Back" poem has a template of sorts that the individual writers followed, so I loosely followed it as well, which made for easy improv. "I keep thinking of all the tension and all the pressure bulding up along a particular fault line for over a thousand years." I bet someday you'll make a poem out your musings. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sun, 13 Mar 2011 13:16:45 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8272,from=rss#post8272https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8272,from=rss#post8272Kat, Ive not said this yet, but I am enjoying the inclinations of your scratching pad. It kind of weaves its way in and out of woof(s) and warp(s). And Japan. And as of last night's count 50 plus aftershocks. I read a seismologist to say that the last quake in Japan of this magnitude might have been in 689 A.D. Making this the big one of the millennium plus. I keep thinking of all the tension and all the pressure bulding up along a particular fault line for over a thousand years. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 12 Mar 2011 15:07:02 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8270,from=rss#post8270https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8270,from=rss#post8270Thanks, Chris. I've edited the poem back to its orginal version. Simpler, and I like it better. Definitely a rant of dismissal, and, yes, some of my feelings about the news items you mention went into writing this. After the November elections, I feared the worst but (as was the case after Bush became president) this is much worse than I imagined. Newscasters often use the term devastating to describe a natural disaster, and Japan today is one of those times when I think the word fits. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sat, 12 Mar 2011 14:32:22 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8269,from=rss#post8269https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8269,from=rss#post8269Kat, I've been too riveted by events in Wisconsin, Ohio, Michigan, Florida, Indiana...to focus much on poetry (reading or writing) this post captures some of that, some of how I feel. Chris ps: then there's Japan nondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Sat, 12 Mar 2011 10:33:27 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8263,from=rss#post8263https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8263,from=rss#post8263Trying my hand at a version of "Welcome Back" from the Rejection Group: http://jjgallaher.blogspot.com/2010/11/rejection-group-welcome-back.html Poets, come on down. The whole poetry web is encrusted in cud: the Google maps and tweets, the URLs and comment streams. The mouse Shakespeare baited with broken cheese, the Bluetooth Goethe synchronized to his he/art—plasticized, these, in spitballs and chum, for all your encrusted cud. We’re done with your self-serving taunts, your twittering and twaddle. Your inside jokes. Your blurbs and blather, not to mention the Northern Pacific Gyre, peak oil and potable water—they never made it into your experiments, it seems. That’s why we’re pulling the plug, system-wide, for another shot heard ‘round the world. Sometimes one just has to count to 10/000 things and then reboot. Come back when four score and millions more can read. Don’t tell us you can’t. Repeat after me: Yes, we cant! Yes, we cant! Yes, we cant! nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Fri, 11 Mar 2011 14:23:19 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8172,from=rss#post8172https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8172,from=rss#post8172Thanks, Chris, for doing all that reading, for commenting and for making me laugh. Something about the topic (the not uncommon tendency to take one's s self too seriously?) just lends itself to humor I think. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 22 Feb 2011 15:17:46 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8165,from=rss#post8165https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8165,from=rss#post8165hey Kat, I read the links too and think your poetic reactions capture the essence eerily, especially "hunka hunka/burning man of la mancha," (that Evel Knievel post) and "your schemes/were your ticket out." I think the subject matter warrants a light weight approach. I agree, the world IS burning. Time for weightier writing; (just, let's not call it "the new sincerity.") Chris nondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Tue, 22 Feb 2011 10:18:11 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8164,from=rss#post8164https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8164,from=rss#post8164Wow, Tere, thanks for following some of the links. That's above and beyond the call of duty. I think you are right about tackling bigger topics. I was thinking that myself last night. This was fun to write, but it is light weight stuff. I feel like I'm fiddle-faddling while the whole world is burning. And guess what? I learned yesterday that some flarfists are "Preparing for a post-Flarf world": http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2011/02/preparing-for-a-post-flarf-world/ It figures. No matter what I do, it seems I can't help but be retro. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 22 Feb 2011 09:08:21 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8161,from=rss#post8161https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8161,from=rss#post8161Kat, the poem is nonsense. And I will guess you know it is nonsense, since, I took the time to read the several links, exchanges, that incited the poem. The only problem I have with the poem is this: it makes sense. How dare you assault flarf in this way? Sarcasm aside, maybe I get what you are doing. One of these days you are going to take this knack of yours and turn it on bigger things. In the mean time I am loving the insouciance. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Tue, 22 Feb 2011 00:03:21 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8158,from=rss#post8158https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8158,from=rss#post8158Last night, up late in anticipation of a snowy, holiday morning, googling around the poetry web, I came across a poem, "Weclome Back" by the Rejection Group: http://jjgallaher.blogspot.com/2010/11/rejection-group-welcome-back.html and the ensuing brouhaha: http://jjgallaher.blogspot.com/2010/11/whatever-happened-to-new-sincerity.html One thought led to another, and today I wrote a poem about my reaction to my meandering midnight maunderings. I realize it probably doesn't make sense to anyone but me, but as big-gavel-wielding Speaker of the House recently opined, "Read my. . ." No, nono: "So be it." The Rejection Group high jinx & hi jax an(d) on (&on) I miss the collective miss guided perspective lordy oh lordy not another Kent Johnson vs. the avant garde kerfluffle 2 kerchiefs and a hanky but no puckish panky psst! pissants & vinegar grrrrr flarf it off who could resist (maybe gunga din): effects of peer group rejection, group membership and the impact of group norms on sex roles (hypothetical, conceptual) impressively larger numbers of boys were nominated La Dolce VIDA! ~The Count 2010*~ (conclusion: we need a few more flarfer fluffers) who knows the whole story )footnotes on a gnat’s eyelash( slash & burn baby crosshatch & spurn/sperm like a hunka hunka burning man of la mancha you peeps are funny now hand over the @*#$ shot like you know yesterday when all our troubles seemed like ground hog’s day anyhoo welcome back your schemes were your ticket out welcome back welcome back welcome back * http://vidaweb.org/the-count-2010 nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Mon, 21 Feb 2011 18:50:40 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8108,from=rss#post8108https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8108,from=rss#post8108"Praise Yah" by Eliot Weinberger: a review of The Book of Psalms: A Translation with Commentary by Robert Alter http://www.lrb.co.uk/v30/n02/eliot-weinberger/praise-yah I'm posting the link to Weinberger's review here as future inspiration potential. The review, which is both laugh aloud funny and unpretentiously scholarly, makes for a good read. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Wed, 16 Feb 2011 14:10:37 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8043,from=rss#post8043https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8043,from=rss#post8043Hey Tere, Turns out that 400th anniversary of the publication of the King James Bible is upon us. To "celebrate" the occasion The Guardian's poem of the week is Psalm 23: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2011/feb/07/poem-of-the-week-psalm-23 Decided to revisit and tweak my little poem which plays off that psalm. Came across your post. Yes, vanity, vanity, all is vanity. But bonfire of the vanities not so much. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Mon, 07 Feb 2011 15:46:08 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7865,from=rss#post7865https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7865,from=rss#post7865Good note with a light touch on all the world's vanity fairs and ship of fools. I confess I prefer the Buddha's alternative to that of Savonarola. And it is all good. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 08 Jan 2011 13:08:16 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7853,from=rss#post7853https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7853,from=rss#post7853Hey Chris, The ending is my favorite part of the poem too. Meant as leavening but, now that you mention it, could be the prelude to levity. Thanks for taking a look-see. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:59:26 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7846,from=rss#post7846https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7846,from=rss#post7846A rare treat to see one of your poems, Kat. I love ending on "Ahem." Makes me feel hilarity coming on. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Wed, 05 Jan 2011 15:22:56 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7844,from=rss#post7844https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p7844,from=rss#post7844Psalm of Ourselves All life is suffering, the Buddha said when he escaped from a prison of privilege. How hard we work to dwell in that cell. If not forever, then for all the days of now. As if all is always now. As if until there is no then/m. Ahem. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Wed, 05 Jan 2011 14:35:11 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6402,from=rss#post6402https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6402,from=rss#post6402Hi Chris, Although I like it, that Frost poem has bugged me for years. It was fun and cathartic to finally voice my resistance in verse form. Hi Auto, Thanks for stopping by and for your kind words. Each of these poems worked well for improv and were fun to do because they were like different kind of word puzzles I had to figure out. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 08 Jun 2010 08:33:54 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6366,from=rss#post6366https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6366,from=rss#post6366Hi, Katlin, How diverse the 3 poem groups in this thread are! And all of them very enjoyable and readable. I think my favorite is the second one where you take on Frost and the word "lustful" just shines. The 3d one is cool with wordplay, and the first group feels classic, like you have recognized from your source the possibilities of the structure, and you make the most of the turnabouts. Thanks for the postings, Autonondisclosed_email@example.com (pjouissance)Fri, 28 May 2010 18:40:01 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6314,from=rss#post6314https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6314,from=rss#post6314hi Kat, I wasn't familiar with Frost's poem. Your response is clever and lovely in its' own right. This author is far from dead. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Wed, 19 May 2010 10:06:33 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5988,from=rss#post5988https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5988,from=rss#post5988Something Sanguine Plays (With Apologies to Mr. Frost) Nature’s first green is red, Despite what Robert said. Her early leaves aren’t flowers But buds with lustful powers. Then buds reprise as blooms. As Eden’s myth exhumes, As yawns give way to praise, Something sanguine plays. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:00:11 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5985,from=rss#post5985https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5985,from=rss#post5985Tere, I was going by memory on Frost's poem, but I just looked it up and realized I had forgotten two pivotal lines: Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. Hmm. Looks like I'll have to try to tweak my poem some more. Hope I can. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sat, 17 Apr 2010 13:49:01 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5982,from=rss#post5982https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5982,from=rss#post5982Well done, Katfriend, and a little surpring. And, yes, the tweak works. Less arch, simpler, more lyrical. I also respond to the truth of the observation. It is true. Spring's first color is not green. And the lusty power of a bud, to me at least, is explosive. Really well done. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 17 Apr 2010 13:10:11 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5969,from=rss#post5969https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5969,from=rss#post5969Hey, thanks, you guys. I've been carrying that first line around in my head for years, and this spring, I finally decided to try to do something with it.nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Fri, 16 Apr 2010 09:57:31 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5966,from=rss#post5966https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5966,from=rss#post5966Agreed! Good one! nondisclosed_email@example.com (GaryBFitzgerald)Thu, 15 Apr 2010 21:02:29 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5960,from=rss#post5960https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5960,from=rss#post5960Very effective tweaking, Kat. I thought it was good, now it's better. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Thu, 15 Apr 2010 14:05:05 +0000 Re: Kat's Scratch Padhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5918,from=rss#post5918https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p5918,from=rss#post5918Something Sanguine Plays (With Apologies to Mr. Frost) Nature’s first green is red Despite what Bobby said. Her early leaf’s no flower But bud with lusty power. As yawns give way to daze, Something sanguine plays. tweaking: Something Sanguine Plays (With Apologies to Mr. Frost) Nature’s first green is red Despite what Robert said. Her early leaves aren’t flowers But buds with lustful powers. As yawns give way to praise, Something sanguine plays. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sun, 11 Apr 2010 15:37:56 +0000