Kat's NaPoMo 2011 and Beyond https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t1255 Runboard| Kat's NaPoMo 2011 and Beyond en-us Thu, 28 Mar 2024 13:30:19 +0000 Thu, 28 Mar 2024 13:30:19 +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 NaPoMo and Beyondhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9028,from=rss#post9028https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9028,from=rss#post9028yes! it was really cool to read the different takes & then jot down the image. nondisclosed_email@example.com (culdesac101)Tue, 07 Jun 2011 20:00:25 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo and Beyondhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9011,from=rss#post9011https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9011,from=rss#post9011Hey Arka, I love what you did with the poem! Your take is clean and original and yet captures the scene so well. Trying your hand at translating is fun, isn't it?nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Mon, 06 Jun 2011 12:38:02 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo and Beyondhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9007,from=rss#post9007https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9007,from=rss#post9007barging into Kat's NaPoMo sleeves of a house long courtyards leaves hoarse with silk leaves piled against the doors but she refuses to come this spring. edit sleeves of a house long courtyards leaves hoarse with silk strain with ears flat against the doors this Spring she refuses to arrive nondisclosed_email@example.com (culdesac101)Mon, 06 Jun 2011 09:08:09 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo and Beyondhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8712,from=rss#post8712https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8712,from=rss#post8712Tere, "the pendulum moment": I like that phrase. I'm glad you think I captured the proper tone in my translation. My motive of operation was pretty much as Chris indicated: Go for simplicity and clarity. I enjoyed hearing Foster read "The River-Merchant's Wife." Lovely. Thanks for the link. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sun, 08 May 2011 07:55:08 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo and Beyondhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8710,from=rss#post8710https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8710,from=rss#post8710Kat, I've posted this elsewhere I think. But here is a gift for you. And for all. Tere http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ob3Z_5lKWo nondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 07 May 2011 13:44:59 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo and Beyondhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8708,from=rss#post8708https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8708,from=rss#post8708Kat, you got it right. I know the "Classic Anthology as defined by Confucius." Pound's translation. Have read most of it. The elegies, the larger odes, and the smaller odes. You got it. You have the over-arching tone of the collection exactly right. The changing of seasons runs like a leit motif through the collection meant to express what you express well, the pendulum moment. Always the pendulum moment. I've mentioned this elsewhere. About the Anthology (of 300 poems) Confucius said that it can be summed up in one statement: "Have no twisty thoughts." Perhaps this is what incited you? Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 07 May 2011 13:21:43 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo and Beyondhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8706,from=rss#post8706https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8706,from=rss#post8706Thanks, Chris. This was fun to do. "Is this it?" it is. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sat, 07 May 2011 01:26:57 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8705,from=rss#post8705https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8705,from=rss#post8705This is inspired, Kat. I've read the others and don't think there's a 'jade pavilion' in any of them; it's perfect. Much prefer "Is this it?" to "So this is it?." "Summer's leaves pile up/against the door..." is simple and strong. Last two lines are devastating. Chris nondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Thu, 05 May 2011 09:19:42 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8697,from=rss#post8697https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8697,from=rss#post8697Thank you all for stopping by and for your kind words. April is over, but I hope to add to this thread from time to time. I was reading various versions of a poem from the Chinese by Pound, Giles, Waley and Lowell (see: http://isola-di-rifiuti.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-glob.html), and I decided to attempt my own version: Liu Ch’e The murmur of her silk dressing gown is quiet now. Dust coats the marble walks of the jade pavilion. In her rooms no footsteps echo. Summer’s leaves pile up against the door. Is this it?* No turning back, love, no going forward. *Or: So this is it? nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Wed, 04 May 2011 15:48:00 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8630,from=rss#post8630https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8630,from=rss#post8630love the birthday gift!nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Sat, 23 Apr 2011 14:06:45 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8628,from=rss#post8628https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8628,from=rss#post8628Kat, I read both of these when you posted them and made a note to return when I had comments that were up to the caliber of these two poems... Well that hasn't happened yet. This is such fine writing, thanks. Chris nondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Sat, 23 Apr 2011 13:59:55 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8626,from=rss#post8626https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8626,from=rss#post8626What a good poem, your Bon Voyage. I am curious to know how much of it got reworked as a result of the prompts. Not that it matters, of course. Just curious. Ending is exquisite, Kat. A kind of rhythmic indifference of the universe poised in a very intimate image. That is how I read it. Not to intrude, but I got one lover in my life whom I've not seen in over 25 years. Some weeks ago her face came to me in a dream. I immediately woke up in shock and panic, eyes wide open. Clearly lacking your sense of rhythmic indifference. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 23 Apr 2011 13:24:27 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8596,from=rss#post8596https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8596,from=rss#post8596This is an old poem that I've posted here before, but I'm posting it again because as I was out driving today, thinking, "Grass!" it came back to me. Happy Birthday Blindfolded by old man winter, you stumble forth, fumbling to pin the tail on the donkey. You've been spun around, but you find the right place exactly. Unmasked you'll see every living thing gift- wrapped in green. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Wed, 20 Apr 2011 19:34:01 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8595,from=rss#post8595https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8595,from=rss#post8595For today's post I am using this prompt and revamping an old poem for the occasion: the remembered never mind you know who I'm talking about. that guy who's been out of your life forever. the one you've successfully put out of your mind, to the benefit of your sanity. write a poem about him. or her. or by him. or her. http://www.criticalpoet.com/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=13460 Bon Voyage It was rainy and cool for early June, and just as unexpectedly there he was in the meat section of my local market. I spied him before he spotted me, but not before the automatic door was whooshing shut behind me. Like someone executing an obligatory social call, I wheeled my cart up next to his beside an open freezer. He talked about his aging cat, a recent trip to Maine, and I felt nothing—the cool largess of emptiness. If he had been there after, at the checkout counter, to put an ear to my breast, he might have heard a minor ebb and flow, a little to and fro, in microcosmic sync, with lulled oceans. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Wed, 20 Apr 2011 19:29:59 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8587,from=rss#post8587https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8587,from=rss#post8587"Run with it, Kat. Think about it later." So true, Tere. I found myself trying to edit the latest piece and realized it was too soon and that I was ruining the intial impulse, draining the real engery and emotion right out of the thing, while the ink wasn't even dry so to speak, by trying to neatening stuff up and playing it safe. I ended up putting back in most of the original material. It is rougher, but this is not yet the time for tweaking. I am needing to be more concerned with process than product as this point. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Wed, 20 Apr 2011 15:31:33 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8584,from=rss#post8584https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8584,from=rss#post8584Run with it, Kat. Think about it later. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Tue, 19 Apr 2011 21:34:52 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8583,from=rss#post8583https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8583,from=rss#post8583Hi you two, Thank you both. I don't really know what I doing with this new (for me) style of combining poetry and prose. I'm using it because I can say somethings I don't think I could say as well otherwise.nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 19 Apr 2011 20:22:56 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8581,from=rss#post8581https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8581,from=rss#post8581Beautiful. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Tue, 19 Apr 2011 20:05:26 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8580,from=rss#post8580https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8580,from=rss#post8580Pretty darn good, Kat. A prose poem vilanelle in its sense. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Tue, 19 Apr 2011 19:51:08 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8578,from=rss#post8578https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8578,from=rss#post8578Here's the prompt I worked on yesterday: The Hereafter Write a poem about what could, by some stretch of the imagination, happen after death. It doesn't matter if it's serious, a spoof, or just a leap into fantasy. http://www.criticalpoet.com/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=13437 Twenty Questions When the Hereafter is here, where will I be? What will I see? Will I be me? When the Hereafter is here, will there be a there? Will you, dearly beloveds, be somewhere, too? Oh fiddle-dee-dee! Can I think about this tomorrow? Will there be a tomorrow or only eternity forever&ever&ever? Will I be in hell, or just so full frontal with the truth it feels like hell? Or heaven? Will I get an answer to all of my questions without exception? What will I lose? What will I gain? What can I keep? * My friend Herman is dying. Yes, we are all dying, as they say, but he really is and knows it. On a recent visit, he gave me some books. “Funny story,” he said, “about these books. Many years ago, I was in a used bookstore, the kind that only sells paperbacks. You know, like that place we used to go to—?” “The Bookworm?” “That’s right, the Bookworm. And I was looking for a book by Ruth Montgomery, but I couldn’t find it. I was about to leave, and as I was walking down the aisle, all of a sudden a hardcover book fell down off the top shelf and landed at my feet. I picked it up, and it was a book by Ruth Montgomery. I looked up and saw a few more of her books up there. I thought, I guess these are meant for me, and I bought ‘em all.” I laughed. “Did that happen?” “Yes, it happened, and now I want you to have them.” “Are you sure? “Yes, I’m sure.” When I got home, I looked more closely at my gifts. Inside one of them, Herman had written: “To my dear friend and a fellow seeker on the path.” I noticed he had embossed them with the seal, “Library of HHB” and written in the date “June 1986.” I randomly opened the inscribed book and began reading: “We are the cocreators with God of what we find for ourselves here,” he insisted. “Ruth, we want you to wake the people up to the importance of this towering truth. They, with their thoughts, are not only creating the patterns of their future lives, but their own heaven or hell.” He, it turns out, was Arthur Ford, a friend of Montgomery’s in life and one of her spirit guides after his death. It seems Art “came back” to dictate some top priority information for her book. Yeah, I couldn’t believe it either, but there you have it. * When the Hereafter is here, will I finally learn the art of letting go? Of love? And forgiveness? Think twice, I say to myself. Think carefully. “I’ll meet you there.” Rumi “Beyond the horizon, across the divide ‘Round about midnight, we’ll be on the same side.” Dylan nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 19 Apr 2011 19:45:48 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8575,from=rss#post8575https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8575,from=rss#post8575The prompt I am using today: Happpy Anniversary For us here in the States, today marks the 150th anniversary of the shelling of Ft. Sumter, which began the American Civil War. So, for today, go pay a visit to wikipedia's page for April 12 here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_12 There, pick an event that happened on this day and write a poem memorializing its anniversary. There's lots to choose from: famous, obscure, significant, or basically pointless. Enjoy! http://www.criticalpoet.com/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=13402 Today is April 19th, but I am posting a found poem that the April 12th prompt reminded me I've been wanting to write up for a long time. April 19th A.D. 1861 Father and mother and brothers I take this oppertunity to inform you that I am getting along fine this morning when I got up the ground was white with snow but it soon went off. war war war war war war is raging i have inlisted to go i am going in a year or to i have no more time I cant come home Sunday but i will come in a wekk E G Footes L. J Footes F. S. Foote J B Foote W R Foote After all T C Foote Jackson summit co Ohio Ohio This is the first letter in a series from the Civil War letters of Thomas C. Foote, 42nd Ohio, Co. F. The letters belong to a friend who is a descendent of the Foote family. She gave the letters to another friend and to myself to research and transcribe. In the 1860 Census, the page the Foote family is listed on is dated July10th. Thomas C. Foote is listed as being 14 years old. Foote’s family includes his father Ebenezer (46), his mother Lydia (36) and three younger brothers, Frank, James and William (ages 13, 9 and 5). nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 19 Apr 2011 18:35:14 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8559,from=rss#post8559https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8559,from=rss#post8559For today's prompt I tweaked an old poem, hoping to make it less sentimental. Here's the prompt I used: I remember childhood, more or less. It wasn't the least bit sentimental. So why are so many childhood poems sentimental? Write about your childhood but wipe off all that nostalgic gook and get real. http://www.criticalpoet.com/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=13410     Goodwill (for my stepfather) Thump-thump. Pudgy on the back porch wants to come in but won't. Stomach crawls across the concrete. “What’s wrong with him?” He shivers and growls, heaves chunks of raw meat and blood, snaps at familiar hands. “Ground glass,” you say, unlocking the gun cabinet. “Go upstairs. Now!” Silence, then a single shot. The world I knew so little of became more like the world that was. * Yesterday I gave away your things, all but one flannel shirt, whisper-thin at the neck and elbows, useless even to the homeless man who rumbles by with his cart on Sunday evenings to fish what he can, water bottles and soda cans, from a big green dumpster. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sun, 17 Apr 2011 10:27:03 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8558,from=rss#post8558https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8558,from=rss#post8558Tere, Yes, I remember you describing that photograph before. Hard to fathom, isn't it? nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sun, 17 Apr 2011 10:00:58 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8554,from=rss#post8554https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8554,from=rss#post8554Thannks, Kat. I forgot to check the link function. There is another photograph of lynchings I've seen and not in the collection posted. I think I mentioned it in the Discussion II post. In the foreground a young mother sits on a blanket in the grass with her children. She has presented a prepared picnic for the occassion. "Prepared" being the operative word. For me the photo fully points to the social nature of those horrible events. I'm always put in mind of the burnings of witches and heretics, what were known as an auto da fe, or the releasing of the soul, and attended upon by large gatherings. Thus the word. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 16 Apr 2011 13:03:52 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8552,from=rss#post8552https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8552,from=rss#post8552Tere, You will see that I have edited your post to make the link clickable. I have also added the link to your thread "A hateful subject: lynching In America" in Dicussion II. "photographs and postcards taken as souvenirs at lynchings throughout America" You call it the communion of evil; I might call it the common life of evil. But I think your phrase is more apt for what happens when evil is civic-sanctioned. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Sat, 16 Apr 2011 07:12:12 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8549,from=rss#post8549https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8549,from=rss#post8549Kat, back to your Shroud of Memory poem. Arendt's banality of evil put you in mind of the nearby neighborliness of evil, yes? Well, you put me in mind of something I might call the communion of evil. http://withoutsanctuary.org/ Tere nondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Fri, 15 Apr 2011 20:10:39 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8548,from=rss#post8548https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8548,from=rss#post8548Hey Chris, You know, some reason the limitations imposed by the prompts are actually helping me. I haven't written a poem a day, but I know I wouldn't have written as many as I have without the pre-determined framework. I remember you and Tere did NaMoPo a few years back without any prompts except the ones you each came up with; I still marvel at folks who can do that. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Fri, 15 Apr 2011 19:17:51 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8539,from=rss#post8539https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8539,from=rss#post8539hi Kat, I'm impressed by the creativity happening within the limitations of the prompts, especially the Fibonacci Poems...I'm guessing the "devil's advocate," was equally challenging. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Fri, 15 Apr 2011 10:44:50 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8533,from=rss#post8533https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8533,from=rss#post8533Another poem from last week: Poem for a Poet Write a poem to the poet or poem that you most admire and makes you want to improve your craft. http://www.criticalpoet.com/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=13382 The Price of Taking By the front door of the round building on the last day of the writing workshop, someone has placed a mounded plate and a stack of papers. “Cookies & Rumi” the sign says. “Take some!” nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Thu, 14 Apr 2011 13:42:18 +0000 Re: Kat's NaPoMo Maybehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8532,from=rss#post8532https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8532,from=rss#post8532I'm a few days behind on posting, so here's a found poem from last week: Your Devil's Advocate (now with Bunnies!) it is said that hate is born out of fear, and fear is born out of misunderstanding. Take something you actively despise ( exs.: a political party; your neighbor's cat; acronyms; Charles Bukowski; weeds) and try to write a sympathetic poem from their viewpoint. Parody and sarcasm welcome. OR if that's too much, write about cute, fuzzy bunnies. http://www.criticalpoet.com/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=13379 Rep. Mike Pence, Team Player “But we’re trying—we’re trying to score a victory for the Republican people, for —for the American— for the Republican people— trying to score a victory for the American people, not for the Republican Party. That victory is going to come in stages here.” http://thinkprogress.org/2011/04/07/pence-republican-people/ nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Thu, 14 Apr 2011 10:56:25 +0000