Saturday, June 20, 2015
Raking fresh mown grass
things best left undone
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
The Way of Jazz
The Jazz you can play
isn't the real Jazz.
The Jazz you can sing
isn't the real Jazz.
Horn & Ivory
begin in No-Jazz:
Jazz is the mother
of the American Songbook.
Jazz is empty,
used, but not used up.
Deep, yes ancestral
to the American Songbook.
Horn & Ivory aren't humane.
To them the American Songbook
is a straw dog.
Wise souls aren't humane.
To them Fats & Miles
are straw dogs.
Horn & Ivory
act as a bellows:
Empty yet structured,
they move, inexhaustibly giving.
Horn will last,
Ivroy will endure.
How can they last so long?
They don't exist for themselves
and so can go on and on.
is like water.
It goes right
to the low loathsome places
and so finds a way.
Once upon a time
people who knew Jazz
were subtle, spiritual, mysterious, penetrating
To follow Jazz
is not to need fulfillment.
Unfulfilled, one may live on
needing no renewal.
Selections from Ursala K. Le Guin's rendering of the
Tao, substituting words as follows:
Jazz: Name, Way
American Songbook: 10,000 things
Fats & Miles: the hundred families
Guin, Ursula K. Lao Tzu: Tao Te Ching : A Book about the Way and the Power of the Way. United States: Shambhala Publications, Incorporated, 2009. 2-24. Print.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
I got the bum's rush from the Dream Café.
OK, I guess that deserves some explanation.
Woke from the edge of a dream around 2 a.m.:
a modest indoor café – nice wooden tables,
no table cloths. I was alone at a table with four chairs.
I was writing.
I think I was writing poetry.
The waiter was familiar. The café was not.
There were several pages around me.
No plates, no service ware, not even a cup of joe;
just sheets of paper, one beneath my right hand,
the rest fanned out in a small arc just above.
I was bent over, consumed in my writing.
I think I was alone in the café.
The tables were good quality wood,
not laminate or Formica.
But – no table cloths, no candles.
I'd guess it was a moderately-priced café.
This dream is almost two-days old,
and the path back is drenched in fog.
The memories are indistinct, and
intermingling with my quotidian road.
The waiter was familiar.
He sheepishly approached me:
“I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave
if you're not going to buy anything.”
That's when I woke up.
With dream fragments
Saturday, May 02, 2015
Poetry Month Scouting Wrap Up
These two questions come from a survey sent by the Found Poetry editors:
- What did you like best about the project? What parts came easy
I appreciated the challenge of the prompts; some were more challenging than others (a couple using websites as resources were especially frustrating). But I felt a sense of accomplishment in over coming these challenges. Any prompt that asked the poet to use the source material as "word banks" were the easiest.
Having a goal of completing at least half the prompts (15 out of 30) was freeing; I felt very successful in completing 28 out of 30.
- What did you like least about the project? What parts were difficult for
I remember three websites that were challenging for me: the one for Haiku Anew, the erasure tool for Redacted, and the diastic tool for Spelling B. I'll admit some of that challenge was likely due to my own time limitations, and concurrent impatience. I knew the "Out and About" prompts would be challenging – and the editors warned us these prompts would challenge our comfort zones. As it turned out, I completed all but two of those "Out and About" prompts (the two which required the highest level of interaction with the public).
I chose to take on this project with two goals: to flex my poetry muscles, and to generate more content for my blog. The prompts have forced me to think of poetry in new ways (e.g., it doesn't necessarily have to tell a coherent story), and have given me some ideas for how to break writer's block in the future. Since I was essentially writing a poem a day, I had to accept that many of these poems would be mediocre at best - some might not even qualify as poems. It was a good way to enforce the William Stafford method of writing a poem a day - I lowered my standards, of necessity.
As for generating content, I've had more posts this month than in some time, through writing about the process of responding to the prompts. The links to the PoMoSco site will remain available to the general public through the end of May; after that point, I'll decide which poems to repost on this blog. Flexing those muscles may inspire me to set myself a modest goal of writing at least one poem a week (or month).
I especially enjoyed the prompts which directed the poet to use text(s) as a word bank. I tend to get stuck on images and words, and this was a good way to break out of that habit.
Friday, May 01, 2015
Short Takes: PoMoSco Update
At the Comic Com was written in response to the All Ears prompt. The directions involved going to a public space and copying down as many snippets of conversation as possible, then converting that to a poem. I picked up a free paper at Jeff's and saw there was a small comic con in town on the same day, and decided to go. One thing that's unique about this poem is that it has embedded PSAs; I'm very pleased the editors let them stand.
Blue Earth People was derived from a page from Desert Notes by Barry Lopez. The Click Trick prompt is an erasure variant using Photoshop (or equivalent) to obscure unwanted words. The resulting poem makes Lopez sound like a cranky misanthropic anthropologist.
Family is a Gift forced me to get some exercise and fresh air by walking in random directions around my neighborhood. I wrote down as many words as possible on this "Chance Walk". I remindend myself that many cars names can serve dual purpose as nouns or verbs (e.g., dart). The poem has an embedded ad for the burger joint down the street from my house (technically, a link to its Twitter feed). The title comes from a sign on the door of an abandoned house.
The As Advertised prompt challenged the poet to use notices on a community bulletin board as word banks. As it turned out, my favorite bookshop (the only locally-owned new bookshop I'm aware of) didn't have many notices up. Their bulletin board is in a small entry way, so I decided it would be simplest to read the notices into an electronic device (in this case, a Samsung Tab). The device "misheard" serveral words (e.g., "yoda" for "yoga" and "sister" for "Sedaris"); I chose to preserve these "mondregreens" for this Earth Day poem.
Listening to Shame was derived from Krista Tippett's On Being interview with Brené Brown. This was in response to the Quiet on Set prompt; my reading of the directions caused me to keep many phrases intact. I received a positive response to one of those phrases; it's not a verbatim quote (which would've been breaking the rules), but it's darn close.
Another poem which seems very beholden to its source material is Rise Up Young Heart, which comes from a meditation by Bp. Steven Charleston. He graciously granted me limited permission to re-purpose his writing. I haven't decided whether to reprint it here; it seems at best an abridged version of his original work. This was done in response to the Cut It Out prompt, where the poet literally cut out the unwanted words and phrases with an exacto knife. I thought the scan of the document would be more interesting if I put a picture behind the page.
Hard Without Glasses was in response to the Best Laid Plan prompt. The text comes from “The Alcoholic Veteran with the Washboard Cranium”, a remembrance by Henry Miller. Not sure this is entirely successful, but it was worthy experiment.
Beautiful Renewal is the last poem written in response to one of the official prompts. Since I was going to miss two prompts, I decided to revisit one of the prompts I'd already completed (one of the Badge Masters did the same thing). I simply revisited Substitute Texter, since my previous attempt had been relatively successful. The substitutions for this poem were chosen at random from words left over from the Cut It Out prompt; inspired by the work of P.F. Anderson, I decided to construct this as a pantoum.
I only had to create one more "found poem" to have written 30 poems in 30 days, so I set my own challenge, which appears immediately below (Psalm 4: Lord of the Exploding Universe). The result is sort of a cross between the Substitute Texter and Interloper prompts, since I exchanged some words from the sermon for words in the psalm.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Psalm 4: Lord of the Exploding Universe
Answer me when I call
Lord of the exploding universe.
My memories live in my body.
You set me free when I was in distress,
for I carry that exploding day in my body.
Be gracious to me now and hear my prayer.
How long, O mortals will you defame my honor:
All is coming apart in this Age of Terror
how long will you love what is worthless and seek after lies?
All is coming apart, all is exploding
Know this, that the Lord has chosen,
has chosen those who are fearful,
has chosen those who are righteous:
I struggle to live with righteousness
but the Lord hears me when I call.
How well we remember.
Will we remember what it means?
Stand in awe; we live in the shadow,
in the shadow of the April 19 Bomb:
commune with your own memories.
My memories dwell in my body.
Offer the sacrifices that are appointed:
The past may be smoke, but it can return in an instant.
Put your trust in the Lord of the expanding universe.
This building of brick has expanded by a foot;
Can our hearts expand as well?
There are many who say,
You weren't there, but you were present
in the shadow of the April Bomb.
Lift up the light of your face on us O Lord.
O Lord of the exploding universe.
But you have put gladness in my heart:
bringing order out of chaos.
The world has shifted.
They may revel in the madness
of mutually assured destruction.
I put my trust in you, O Lord.
The world has shifted, but
I lie down in peace and sleep comes at once:
For O Lord , it is you only
who make memories dwell in my body.
Found poem; Sources:
“Psalm 4.” A New Zealand Prayer Book = He Karakia Mihinare O Aotearoa: The Anglican Church in Aotearoa, New Zealand, and Polynesia. San Francisco: HarperSan Francisco, 1997. 200. Print.
Back, Rt Rev George. “On the 20th Anniversary of April 19, 1995.” St. John's Episcopal Church, Oklahoma City. 19 Apr. 2015. Sermon.
I've completed 28 prompts for the Poetry Scout Month Project; looks like I won't make the last two. So, to have a full 30 poems for the month of April, I've done a repeat of one challenge (see Beautiful Renewal), and created a challenge of my own. This explores the communication between a psalm and a sermon delivered on the same day the psalm was read.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
The Rolling Stone Series
Two poems for the Poetry Scout Month project used the April 23rd issue of Rolling Stone as a resource: Down the Rabbit Hole and A Terrifying Band for Our Children When You Look Back. A friend gave me a subscription to Rolling Stone (prior to the campus rape hub-bub), and this project gave me a chance to put a back issue to good use.
“Down the Rabbit Hole” was in response to the Pinch an Inch prompt. The instructions direct you to select a column inch anywhere on the x-axis of the page. This was interesting to do with a magazine, since all the magazines I have handy (Rolling Stone, Entertainment Weekly, and Outdoor Photographer) are divided into three columns of ~inch each per page. So, all I had to do was decide what article to use, and which of the three pre-determined column inches to select. I thought a music review would be the most likely to have “poetic language”, so I selected the lead review, which was in the far right-hand column. Just to make things interesting, I selected two more reviews on the opposite side of the page - both also in the far-right hand column. The poem takes its title from the third of these reviews.
“A Terrfying Band” was in response to the Picture It prompt. I had a hard time groking the instructions for this badge, until I reviewed what other poets had done in response. I finally decided the easiest method was to simply doodle on the page and black out any words that might mislead the reader. The result still did not reflect my intent, so I typed out the version of the poem I intended. The source text was an interview with Peter Townsend. He's been somewhat on my mind, as I've been obsessively wood-shedding “Pinball Wizard” whenever I wasn't working on this project.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Report on my progress through the Poetry Month Scout Badges continues. “Their Testimony” was written in response to the “Interloper” prompt. The goal was to go to a public speech (preferrably something specialized and unfamiliar to the writer). I fudged a bit by taking notes at my church – during the sermon and during the presentation for adult education. Both presentations were related to the 20th anniversary of the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building on April 19.
Based on the editor's response to others (on Facebook), I suspect they would consider this choice “cheating”. I feel very at home at my church, for one thing, and “April 19” has meaning and familiarity to anyone who has lived in Oklahoma for more than a few years. In fact, there's Reflections of April 19, 1995 linked immediately to your left.
The handbook warned writers many of these prompts would push our comfort level. The thought of being in a strange place, among strangers, was way beyond my comfort level. So, I strove to honor the spirit of the prompt – the words and phrases of the poem come entirely from the two presentations offered at my church on April 12.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
A Riot of Souls
First, the Haiku: I selected a haiku from a collection titled Haiku Mind: 108 Poems to Cultivate Awareness and Open Your Heart by Patricia Donegan. It's a source I dip into every so often, haiku being a sort of stout ale best appreciated in sips. I entered the haiku text (by Hekigodo Kawahigashi) into the recommended on-line discombobulator, which rearranges letters as well as words. It seemed to come up with extra words, so I picked the ones that seemed to work the best. I titled the collection of five haiku Moonlit Riot. The instructions say to create a poem that “fits the haiku structure while still making sense.” At first, I assumed "haiku structure" meant the common 5-7-5 syllabic construction (first line 5 syllables, and so on). In reading other examples, I don't think many other participants have felt bound to this restriction; I think the editors really meant "a poem of three short lines."
This proved to be an interesting exercise, one I might repeat. I think I'd loosen the bonds a bit more, though.
You Who Question Souls was my response to the Interrogator prompt. I still had Leonard Cohen on my mind (he has yet another live album coming out in May), so I pulled out my copy of Book of Mercy. My goal was to gather about two pages worth of questions from the book. These questions were rearranged into a new poem. I'm rather pleased with the end result; with the exception of a couple of lines, one might not guess the source was a modern collection of psalms.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Babel Broke Down
Poetry Month Scouting, continued. My poem “Babel Broke Down” was in response to the “First in Line” prompt. As the referenced page mentions, this type of poem is a cento, a form I've tried once before, using the index of first lines from selected poems of Emily Dickinson.
My first impulse was to use first lines from Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen, which happens to be next to the chair by my writing desk. It also happens to have an index of first lines, which includes the titles of his drawings throughout the book. The index goes on for several pages, and felt too overwhelming. So I picked up a chapbook which also sits near my chair, Lexicography, by my friend Carol Hamilton. Although her chapbook had no index of first lines, it was less intimidating – being a little over 81 pages.
Chapbooks tend to be collections of poems along a common theme, in this case Words, and their meanings. After only a few pages, I was struck by how frequently the first line on the recto page seems to comment on, or reply to, the first line on the opposing page. In a sense, the poem seemed to write itself.
In my mind, it seems to have a plot. As a friend said, “It almost makes sense.” As such, I think it is one of my more successful attempts in this project.
Thursday, April 09, 2015
Poetry Month Scouting
As I mentioned on March 25, I am participating in the Poety Month Scout project, sponsored by the Found Poetry Review. “Found Poetry” is an interesting concept, challenging the writer to create something new out of a pre-existing work. The editors of the Found Poetry Review have crafted 31 prompts intended to be a fun way to introduce poets to this process. I've managed to complete nine prompts, or badges. In effect, I've written a poem a day.
Some of these attempts have been more rewarding, some have been frustrating. For example, the "Redacted" badge required the poet to use an on-line tool to black out words on screen; the remaining words would constitute the "poem". I found the on-line tool very hard to use (especially in Firefox). However, after reading the experiences of other poets, I decided to give it another go, this time using the Chrome browser. I'm happier with this result; the source text is a meditation on the resurrection narrative from the Gospel of John.
“Crumpled is a Verb” is possibly the most popular of my attempts, at least judging from the number of positive comments it has received. To quote from the Scount Badge Handbook:
To earn the “On Demand” badge, start by coming up with an unlikely word combination. You can make up your own, choose words at random from a source text, or use a generator like the one at JimPix to come up with your words. Examples:
- Foolish Ninja
- Calamitous Rock
- Hurry Pork
- Jugular Magnet
Visit Google (http://www.google.com) and do a search on your chosen word combination (no quotes around the terms)..
Google will display a list of pages, as well as short descriptions for each site. Compose a poem using only these page titles and short descriptions — do not click into the sites themselves to grab more text. You can use multiple pages of search results if necessary.
I used the Jim Pix tool, and got "“Crumpled Change” as the word combination.
“Working On Doodles” was in response to the “Spaced Out” prompt. It's possible I didn't select the best source text for this challege: a one-paragraph blurb on “Ally McBeal” from Entertainment Weekly.
The irony in all this, of course, is that I was a wash-out as a scout; never made it past cub. Don't know what the editors would call a person who completes 15 or more of these prompt badges, but I hope it's better than cub. Padre would be amused, if not proud.
Bad weather always looks worse through a window.
— Tom Lehrer, singer-songwriter and mathematician (b. 9 Apr 1928)
Friday, April 03, 2015
Bones of Bashan
Third in the PoMoSco series. The source is Psalm 22, as rendered in the New Zealand Prayer Book.
The guidelines were to select words and phrases by a means of rolling dice. I had done a similar poem using the I Ching. The editor-in-chief of the PoMoSco project gave me permission to use the I Ching for this project as well.
The I Ching didn't give as much variety as I had hoped, and using a method similar to what I did for A Loveless Marriage (linked above) would have been too time-consuming, so I also applied an on-line dice rolling site — using six twelve sided dice. Each die would determine which line I would select; the line of the trigram would determine whether I would select the first half or second half of the line. I think the end product is rather interesting.
This poem also marks the third in my personal “Holy Week” series. The PoMoSco Handbook has a suggested calendar, but I respond to do this prompt out of order. “Roll the Dice” immediately made me think of a line from Ps 22: “they cast lots for my clothing”. “Casting lots” is similar to rolling dice. A connection!
Thursday, April 02, 2015
In remembrance of her
This picture demonstrates the process: I cut out a paragraph from the Passion according to Mark from my church bulletin. I sliced out words and phrases with the Exacto knife, put them in the glass bowl, and shook vigorously. Tiny slips of paper flew everywhere! Being a slow learner, I put them back in the glass bowl and shook more gently. Fewer slips of paper were lost. I painstakingly pulled them out of the bowl and stuck them on the blank page. This was hampered by the fact that just a sliver of Glue Stick was left, and it was almost dried out.
Yet, if you go to the PoMoSco site, you'll see a scan of that same page. Although cut-up is often associated with William S. Burroughs, the PoMoSco Handbook attributes the process to Dada poet Tristan Tzara. Gotta say, I ended up with something like word salad, so I've got to wonder how Burroughs made any sense.
The poem has received a positive comment: “It’s fascinating how the main character becomes female here and the voice of the teller fades into the background. I had to look up the verses to see what was shattered — this is that interesting!”
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