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Posts tagged with 'Poetry'
Goal Setting
What on earth am I doing here?
There is no theme and no particular goal in this blog and I know that I need one.
I have a book of poetic forms. It’s called “An Exaltation of Forms.” It is nothing so famous as “Mastering the Art of French Cooking,” but it is a steady and reliable tome that makes an entertaining and educational read and covers the gamut of formal poetry. There are fifty-two chapters, which tells me that I could work out a one year program. That could be good.
I could work in sync with GrayCub on her 101/1001 project. She’s focusing her personal studies and financial situation, so it can’t be perfectly congruent, but she’s got about a year left and that does line up nicely.
I’ll begin my official check-ins on Thursday, April 1. No fooling!
Keep up with us, OK?
Flashback
Wow. In the transcription project, I just did a bunch of old poems from my teenage years. Crap. Crap. CRAP. Crap. And then this one with a little bit of potential that I wrote when my crush/girlfriend/”it’s complicated” started dating my brother. I may actually have to rework that into something I’m not ashamed of.
Favorite Lines of the Day 4 “M.C.”
…Eloquent outbursts against character
Salve the blisters around him but
Only take the edge off
Before the blind hot id blasts away superego
In pelvic-shaking, beard-scratching
Air-groping breast obsession…
Favorite Lines of the Day 3 “Headache: Drug Change”
…It was born from a bad day and
A good drug and it swears to me
In a voice like bees in the blender
It will die when I’m over them both.
Favorite Lines of the Day 2 “Depression: Exhaustion”
…Posters advertising bands I once cared about
Peel themselves slowly from the stained walls
Seeming to sag inward and downward
I curl on the floor
Cushioned by filthy ripped towels
And shockingly white dishrags. The click-thud
Of denim in the dryer lulls me away…
Favorite Lines of the Day “Memory”
…This is a memory of my first love.
She was sweet, and soft, and fiery red,
and denied me thrice before dinner
when her parents came home early…
To Do Today:
Today I’m going to start the transcription process for all of the poetry that has built up over the past 6 months in my office. For unknown reasons my poetic work happens in two very different way: at the computer in Word ‘03, or in pen/pencil on paper either in my journal or my day planner. I’ve also been know to use whatever notebook, receipt, or bit of flesh is handy at the time and this had resulting in a filing system for my hard copy poetry that bears some resemblance to a dry compost heap.
As your reward for my hard work (how does that add up again?) I’ll post some of my favorite lines of the day as I stumble into them.
Oh, Yeah, and I’m Writing Again
I’ve started a series of poems about going to the public clinic. The first is about the psych clinic upstairs. To follow, I’m thinking of writing something about the main clinic downstairs, and another about the waiting rooms.
The depressing stained drop ceiling drools sallow light onto the wretched.A haze of body heat and unwashed clothes swirls each time a patient shifts on a wobbled-legged chairs
or cross in a shamble to enter the segregated place where the doctors keep to themselves.
The name called in a cough by the green-draped nurse is mine.
Hers is the only voice here, unless you count bits of internal monologue that burst loose in smoky whispers or momentary shouts, before the owners of the voices realize that the damper slipped.
Learning
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
~~Richard Brautigan
Nothing like discovering lovely modern poetry while shopping. (I’d like the “Strength from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot” bag, please.>
