9:30 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Kipikoa by the Cazimero Brothers (contemporary Hawaiian music)
When did I start with the rhyming thing in the title? Too much pressure. Last day for that! Hello all. I don’t know about you, but I will be glad to get my blog back and my regular routine.
I am going to set today’s poems before you and assume, by now, you have all the April prompt places bookmarked. If not, give me a shout in comments.
The first poem is in response to Miz Quickly’s prompt to Choose one of the poems you’ve written this month and play with it. She gives us a number of alternatives. I chose the cut-up and liked the result, so different from my usual contained style, that I did very little outside of line breaks and removing a couple of words. I also played with spacing, something one of my fellow remixers, Mary Bast, does particularly well. If you check out her poem, you want the version below the collage; note the effect having and not having the extra spaces has on reading. It works differently from commas and dashes. I’m not sure why.
My poem is a mix of parts of three that I have posted so far, this month. I am ridiculously happy with the playing!
gnawing that spined Lobster scissors
spreads spreads Cat on Lobster
balancing on glides prey looking
spreads scissors black glides sky terror-born,
for swallowtail blades small garde!
Her her black gnawing through blades unsheath
the spined kite even outstretched wings
outstretched spreads swallowtail blades
The second I probably would not post on its own. But, as long as we are playing. It’s an oulipo, in response to Poets & Writers April 10 prompt. Check it for a lucid explanation. My apologies to Karl Shapiro and his poem, ‘Manhole Covers‘.
The beauty of maniac cows–what of that?
Like medians struck by a great savage kick-off,
like Mayan californium stoppers, unliftable, indecipherable,
not like the old elephant, chased and scored,
mottoed and sculptured to a turnip,
but notched and whelked and pocked and smashed
with the great compass nanny-goats
(Gentle Better, smiling United Station).
This rustproof artiste of my stress,
long after roadways are melted away will lie
sidewise in the gravitation of the iron-ware worm,
bitten at the edits,
strong with its cryptic Amino acid,
its dated becoming.
Mm Hmm. I can cross oulipos off my list of forms to try someday. To read one, that I think works, check Joseph Harker’s at Naming Constellations.
You will have noticed, I’m sure, that I have links to three prompts, cleverly embedded [okay, you have to walk a little to get to Joseph’s but what a fun walk].
Happy writing, all.