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Your Poetics Serendipity @ Thursday Thoughts

8:06 a.m. — Atlanta

listening to Gordon Lightfoot sing Steel Rail Blues and life is good

Hello, all. It has been a while and I have missed you despite seeing even more of you than usual during April. I missed you and our regular blog. When I go dark, that’s one thing. I’m expecting the break and I miss you somewhat. This time, I had no plans to not post regular blogs. Silly me.

April is certainly something. I’m already torn about next April. The thing of which I am proudest [closely followed by writing a random-ish poem for NaPoWriMo, every day ] is the Pulitzer Remix, of which you have heard me speak often. Some of you followed me on the journey and I much appreciated the company.

The experience of the Remix was enough of a game-changer in my life that I may come back to it every now and then and beg your indulgence. Should any of you be curious, I now have a tab at the top of the blog: My Pulitzer Remix Poems. There are thirty links which, hopefully, open in separate tabs. You might enjoy a dip.

We have had a slew (Isn’t this a great word? I don’t often get to use it in its meaning of ‘many’. Other meanings, to turn, swing, twist, a swampy place or, killed, just add to the fun) of new people join us this month. Welcome all. Briefly:

On Tuesdays I post a prompt, or exercise, for you to write to. The result never has to be a ‘finished’ draft and can be posted anytime. If you have a blog, that’s where you post, leaving a link in comments. If not, comments is an alternative. I try to remind people to go back after a few days to read. I will always read.

On Thursdays, I post links to places of interest to us as poets or, more generally, as writers. I will sometimes use the space to discuss an aspect of poetry. Having been through most of what this blog might cover, in the last couple of years, I haven’t done that as often, recently. You, as readers, may always send me a suggestion, question, knotty problem and ask me to take it up on a Thursday post.

On Fridays, I have a selection of sites that give out weekly prompts, and I post them with a general comment on the prompt, so that people can come to one place to check and to see if they wish to go further and visit the prompt site.

Big Poetry Giveaway winners: Renee Emerson (?) you have won a copy of Cati Porter’s new chapbook, The Way Things Move the Dark. Andrew Albert J. Ty, you have won Jee Leong Koh’s Seven Studies for a Self Portrait. Finally, our Barbara, you have won Dave Bonta’s Ode to Tools. Congratulations, everyone! Send me your mailing address and I shall ship them off. margoroby[at]gmail.com

Now for a link to ease us back in:

The article is titled, ‘Slow Down Your Hectic Writing Life With a ‘Pause’ Button’ from the site Write to Done. I thought that sounded perfect for this moment. I don’t think I even need to add commentary, except to say nothing is new, but we still need reminding.

Happy writing, all.

 
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Posted by on 02/05/2013 in poetry

 

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NaPoWriMo: 30 and About Damn Time

I’m staring at the keyboard. Not a whole lot of thinking happening. Two writing projects end today. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall feel odd, sad, maybe a little lost. Then, I’ll remember, You’re all still there!

No prompt. My mind wouldn’t consent to thinking about even a simple acrostic, maybe a haiku. I shall link to Miz Q for the final time. I have enjoyed having her corner during this month.

Dear God! Look
at the time…

I mean,

Dear God,

The day is closing fast
and I have no poem, no
thought. My mind –
that most elusive of things –
wanders and blanks, blanks
and dreams, wanders.

Elizabeth wrote to The Poem
Fairy, and Brenda pulled
a Hail Mary haiku — well,
so did I, thanks to Cati
and Picasso — This time,
I thought I had better
go straight to you.

Grant me no serenity,
please, not yet, but ideas
hard and bright.

Yours Faithfully,

m

I shall see you Thursday for Your Poetics Serendipity; Friday for the roundup of the week’s prompts; and next Tuesday for a Shake it Out prompt. You do not know how I have missed writing that at the end of each post.

I shall also announce the winners of the Poetry Giveaway on Thursday.

Happy writing, everyone.

 
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Posted by on 30/04/2013 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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NaPoWriMo: I Have a Line on 29

I know: I’m early. Such is the working of the poetic brain. Miz Q’s prompt asks for a change of name [a something I ignored] and a wish from the newly named person. The third name to pop into my head was Cassandra (I have no idea) and I was off.

Greek Tragedy Past and Present

Cassandra’s foresight
her curse, no one believed her.
Epic tragedy.

Not for the first time, Cassandra wished her parents
had named her Anne, or Jane, or even Rainbow. No
one asked about names like Rainbow, any more. Instead,
they named her after some British thriller disaster
movie (even if it did star Martin Sheen, much younger
and dishier). People always asked. Epic tragedy.

 
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Posted by on 29/04/2013 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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NaPoWriMo: Almost Late With 28

I was waiting for inspiration… and waiting… I have had to resort to my wrote it a couple of days ago from something Hannah G said poem. I was holding onto it for emergencies like jelly brain. Thank you, Hannah :-) .

Dissect an image
capture its essence in words
pin it to a poem.

 
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Posted by on 28/04/2013 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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NaPoWriMo: Selling 27

I had altogether too much fun with Miz Q’s prompt to write a poem to do with some aspect of salesmanship. My auto-pilot brain leapt to the spam box that comes with my blog, a place where I go for a laugh before deleting. I remixed some of the pitches and, because they are different pitches, separated them by margin alignment. Poetic? mmm…; a laugh? yes.

mq pitch crop 27

 
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Posted by on 27/04/2013 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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NaPoWriMo: Erasing 26

Posting later than usual. I’ll leave a link at Miz Q’s. The NaPoWriMo site asks for an erasure, today. I have never done an erasure, but I have just spent a month with a group of highly creative people who have. NaPoWriMo suggests Ginsberg’s Howl as a source text, among others.

I looked at Howl with some trepidation and then my eyes began to see the path. I would like to dedicate the erasure to my fellow Pulitzer Remixers (this includes you Jenni Baker!), for the help, the support, the camaraderie, and the shared experience. Some of the lines seem particularly apt to how our brains must feel as we crawl towards the finish. The phrase ‘my generation’ is as close as I can find for us.

npwm howl crop

 

 
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Posted by on 26/04/2013 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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NaPoWriMo: Yes, She’s Alive @ 25

Five, people, five more poems. If we write a couplet a day we can do it. I’m an English teacher, so I’m not going to pre-cheer. We English teachers know all about Fate.

I have a strange, rather long, definitely whimsical ‘poem’. If I were to try and hang this on someone’s prompt, this is closest to Poets & Writers: Write a letter to a landscape or scene you pass through today.

Did you know that the San Francisco fog has a twitter stream: @KarlTheFog? So does Ocean Beach, the Golden Gate Bridge, and the SF Bay Tide. I have remixed [I warned you it would be a while before weaning is successful, if ever] a few of their tweets and blended them into a conversation.

When the Elements Meet & Tweet

Ocean Beach: There’s a poetic beauty to a couple
picnicking in the dunes in 20mph winds.

To the couple slow dancing in the shallows
to the sound of the breaking waves:
that’s what I’m talking about.

SF fog: April fog brings May fog. [Remember]
That time we skipped May and fast forwarded to June.

SF Bay Tide: Welcome back, @KarlTheFog!
Good to see you, buddy.

SF fog: It’s “Take Your Fog to Work Day”
so I’m hanging out with Mom. Except
she’s retired so we’re watching
reruns of “Empty Nest.”

(SF Bay Tide: I visited him at low tide. @KarlTheFog
was hanging out beyond @GGBridge, being aloof. )

SF fog: I just ate the Marina. It tastes
like golf clubs & sorority t-shirts.
Santa Cruz tastes delicious.

Ocean Beach: Look: Driftwood that looks
remarkably similar to the state of Nevada.
Still waiting for driftwood that looks like Jesus.

There are a lot of people playing football
very poorly on the beach right now.

SF Bay Tide: Tide predictions for SF:
Ebb, surge, ebb, surge. Surge if it’s time
to surge, ebb if it’s time to ebb,
and know the difference. ‘Know when
to hold them, know when to fold them…’

SF fog: I always felt different from
the other clouds I grew up with.

SF Bay Tide:I’m feeling a bit low, but
that’s all right. It’s only natural.

How did you celebrate #earthday?
I ebbed and surged as I have for millennia.

Ocean Beach: There are giant dudes with kilts
and beards throwing heavy objects around the beach.

Oh: You’ve discovered my greatest weakness:
sea glass.

SF fog: @you You’ve spent the day bragging
about the heat but now you’re sweating
profusely in your apartment? I’m SO sorry.

Yesterday you got sunburned.
Tonight you’re sleeping under 3 blankets.
Welcome to San Francisco.

Ocean Beach: The Marines do an amphibious
landing at the beach, and then the fog and wind
come back. Thanks, Military Industrial Complex.

SF Bay Tide: @Waves_SF: @SFBayTide
I’ll give you a shove back to the far
corners of the bay! :D ” // Wheeeee!!!!

SF fog:And that concludes summer in San
Francisco. See you again in October.

You know, Nancy always knew
she wanted to be a hurricane.

 
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Posted by on 25/04/2013 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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