There are fliers and posters promoting community service around every corner on campus. I picked up a few, and am “finding” poems in them. One calls for volunteers to help kids read. I worked two haiku out of this one (went with haiku because of the minimal wording of the flier.) Another advertises a MADD walk. That one has significantly more words printed on it, and some really great word groups (i.e. “gently-used views” and “eliminate participation.”) Am having trouble with how exactly I should connect all these groups… maybe the reader doesn’t need connectors. I certainly didn’t when I was circling the words!
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Found Haiku
In Poetry on March 12, 2011 at 9:55 amVolunteers work with
children on how to commit,
center in service.
Application of
required reading with child
is found on first floor.
Susan & Elizabeth Congratulating Each Other
In Poetry on March 11, 2011 at 1:58 pmMy Dear Elizabeth,
We are down and out
of our minds to
scream and wish
to land behind
each others
eyes in brave
attempts to shield
the storm, then protect
those without
the gift of grace
given freely to me
in place of weaker hearts.
Affectionately,
Susan
My Dear Susan,
We are cut
and sewn together
forever of brutal
beautiful cloth that wherever
we wander and lose
our minds in torment
will bear the weight of
what we meant the world
to know
the time we went
out and injured the hatred
that we knew so much about.
Affectionately,
Elizabeth
Villanelle
In Poetry on March 11, 2011 at 12:44 pm“You’ve been invited, are you able?”
Eve asked Mary, in all earnestness
“I’ve set your place at Heroine’s Table.”
Then Mary looked, saw through the fable
and tried to warn Maggie- “Mind the mess!
You’ve been invited, are you able?”
Then Maggie, she screamed across all the sable
sands of time to Boudica with her orneriness
“I’ve set your place at Heroine’s Table.”
Then on her way in, tucked in a gable,
she found notes from Sappho on the test
“You’ve been invited, are you able?”
Then Alice and Lucy, who were called “unstable,”
“wanna-be men” and all the rest,
took their places at Heroine’s Table.
Then Modern Woman came in on a cable
asks “What right do I have?” after all the best
who were invited and able
to take their places at Heroine’s Table.
Blank Verse on Literature 2
In Poetry on March 11, 2011 at 10:33 amThe father of a prostitute is drunk
and waxing philosophical. He knows
that he cannot redeem the sin he saw
reflected in his daughter’s eyes, he has
this circular and psychic insight, peers
down into mysteries that usually
avoid the stares of men but Marmeladov
is different because he thinks he’s not.
Sofia is his daughter’s name, a whore
the only one, besides his God, who looks
at him with sympathy. It’s not to say
that Marm desires pity, anything
unnecessary to his self-imposed
eternal suffering, but spirits lift
him up and sing. While he is crucified
he passes nails to angel’s hands and hopes
that they are not incapable of love.
Friday, March 11, 2011
In Journal on March 11, 2011 at 10:23 amI got more words, by far, out of the “poems on poems” suggestion (although I substituted literature for poetry) so I am doing that again. This time I’ve chosen a passage from Crime and Punishment to work from. It goes, “This is why I receive them, oh ye wise, this is why I receive them, oh ye of understanding, that not one of them believed himself to be worthy of this.” The character that speaks these words is a minor player in the novel, but I think his approach to humility is vital to the story and I would like to commemorate his contribution.
Blank Verse on Literature
In Poetry on March 10, 2011 at 4:02 pmThe lady Jenny never understands
the awful circumstances God hands down
(to Arthur first because he was the king
that she and Lance betrayed at night, they led
him all the way to places such as lone-
liness and desperate to glorify
his God) on top of Lance’s head that dreams
of ancient men who warn poor Lance of poor
belief and evil faith. The sin of pride
he says to Jenny causes loss of “sweets”
because sometimes he just cannot relate
to her and in a moment such as this
he wishes for some peace in which to sit
and ponder all his victories gone by,
how none of them had ever come this close
to being able to produce profound
emotions like the one he felt the time
the black knight came upon poor Lance and struck
him down with all the force of might and dark
before our Galahad became a man
completely willing to accept defeat
in murky waters near Mortoise and still
remember to say thank you God for my
one, heavenly life-time of adventure.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
In Journal on March 10, 2011 at 3:52 pmFor my next poem I’m going to start from one of my favorite passages in literature, Lancelot speaking to Guenever. “I knelt down in the water of Mortoise, Jenny, where he had knocked me- and I thanked God for the adventure.” from The Once and Future King by T.H. White. Am going to write in blank verse because I want to have the freedom for words that I wouldn’t have if trying to rhyme them. The Mists of Avalon is a book with a unique take on Arthurian legend, told from the perspective of the characters who are usually vilified. This is one of my favorite fiction works. The passage from …King is strangely supportive of the …Avalon world in that, if taken in context, it shows us that Guenever is not capable of deep spirituality, a point the “evil” characters spend quite a lot of time trying to convince Arthur of. Guenever is traditionally revered as a pious Queen, so this passage, hidden in the middle of all that adulation, reveals her to be something more of a simpleton. This tension surrounding “what she’s really like” is exciting for me, therefore…
Post-“Formula”
In Journal on March 10, 2011 at 12:01 amI decided to attempt to keep the Italian sonnet in iambic tetrameter, but I should have done iambic pentameter instead. Four feet per line is not enough space to include: 1. jarring or very touching imagery of any kind (at least in the first several drafts,) 2. recipe-like instructions, and 3. still work within the rhyme scheme. Probably would still have been difficult had I chosen pentameter. I think like the poem says it will take some incubation.
Formula
In Poetry on March 9, 2011 at 11:49 pmRecall the cruelest act you’ve seen-
first knead, then cover and let rise.
Bowl overflows with your surmise
of reasons why things always seem
unfair. Drudge up some broken dream
and torture it until it tries
to dissolve. Mixes well with lies,
and leaves you feeling very keen
On starting over quietly,
stay busy by refusing hate.
Add memories especially
important to what you create.
The pan will burn you pleasantly
sit quietly and incubate.