get your poem on #99
by Andre Tan
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March 17, 2010 | 11:37 am“The new math of poetry is driven not by reader demand for great or even good poetry but by the demand of myriads of aspiring poets to experience the thrill of ‘publication.’ “
So says David Alpaugh (along with a lot of other thoughtful things) in “The New Math of Poetry,” published last month in The Chronicle of Higher Education.
Read the article and let us talk. What say you?
- it’s a wrap: last stop on our (virtual) tour of molly gaudry’s ‘anatomy for the artist’
March 15, 2010 | 3:28 pm“I was physically drained by this poem. I understood it on my terms. If a poet’s innovative craftsmanship with form, word, sound, imagery, metaphor, can show me my own bones, then I want to read more of that poet’s work.”
Just a snippet from Wanda McCollar’s response to Molly Gaudry’s electronic chapbook, “Anatomy for the Artist.” Look for the entire post on Synecdochic Stuff and find the rest of our tour, below.
The first stop was Donna Vorreyer at her blog. Next up was Catherine Fitchett at Poetry Chook, Lawrence Gladeview at Righteous Rightings and Ren Powell at More Babel.
You can find complete information about this chapbook and tour here, including a link to where to find it and read it for yourself, online.
Next month’s tour will start mid-April. Don’t miss it!
- the (very) latest on our (virtual) tour of molly gaudry’s ‘anatomy for the artist’
March 11, 2010 | 2:25 pmRen Powell has just posted her take on Molly Gaudry’s electronic chapbook, “Anatomy for the Artist.” Find the post at More Babel.
And, in case you missed it, the first stop was Donna Vorreyer’s, at her blog. Next up was Catherine Fitchett at Poetry Chook and then Lawrence Gladeview at Righteous Rightings.
You can find information about this chapbook and tour here, including a link to where to find it and read it for yourself, online.
- a new poem every day in april (requires reading, not writing)
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My poem this week is titled:
“STILL LIFE WITH YAEL AND SISERA“
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My lowly attempt: Graffiti (Samhain III)
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I really must stop leaving these until the last day! Nice prompt, by the way. Dear Soul
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A scene, a voice-over, a poem.
it takes two
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Mine was…experimental? This week. But I liked it. Did it satisfy the prompt? I don’t know. Once broke the void.
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Read Write Poem #99
Sleeping With The Enemy
http://rallentanda.blogspot.com
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Here is my offering:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2009/11/scrawled-sheet-of-paper.html
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Here’s my contribution.
http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/destiny.html
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Here’s mine, kind of a scene within a scene…Florence
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Winter is not welcome
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I liked this prompt: it led me to ‘the water of things’ –
http://therer2doors.wordpress.com/2009/11/01/the-water-of-things/
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Here’s my entry (she said in a trembling voice).
SIBLINGS
http://makeda42.livejournal.com/46195.html
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“Morning News 1915″ is inspired by the scene in a painting.
http://theresebroderick.wordpress.com
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Here is where you will find my depressing little piece…it you reel like it, let me know in a comment what your “take” is on what has happened in my scene
http://cynthiashort.blogspot.com
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Cynthia Short replied:
November 5th, 2009 at 7:10 am
I need to make a rule to NOT type early in the morning…in the above I meant “FEEL” on “reel” of course!
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Cynthia Short replied:
November 5th, 2009 at 7:11 am
See, I did it again! Geez…
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http://poemsotherwise.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday.html
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I think I did this one totally wrong (gave the whole story, didn’t read that we didn’t need to use the broken glass example until after, etc.) but I still like how it turned out: Fumble.
Maybe I’ll try this prompt again sometimes, after I see what other people came up with.
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My contribution:
Her Pen Waits:
http://juliejordanscott.typepad.com/jjspoetry/2009/11/her-pen-waits-readwritepoemorg-get-your-poem-on-99.html
Thanks for a great prompt, Andre!
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This week I used the RWP prompt in crafting my weekly Torah poem, and here it is:
Aftermath
http://velveteenrabbi.blogs.com/blog/2009/11/this-weeks-portion-aftermath.html
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Here’s mine this week:
http://ravenswingpoetry.com/2009/11/02/truancy/
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well, since my first term finals are done, here it is:
Anaïs: Readwritepoem #99 -a letter to Liraz*-
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“Scenes froma Pizz Joint”, my attempt is here: http://deowriter.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/scenes-from-a-pizza-joint/
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My “Chance Encounter” is here:
http://zouxzoux.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/rwp-chance-encounter/
Looking forward to reading everyone!
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A Departure
The airport at Palm Springs, its mixture
High fashion and casual, undocumented
Workers and the beautiful people – both
Groups relaxed in the knowledge that they
Were secure from any disruption. On that
Late spring morning in the mid 1990’s two
Women entered the terminal, one with the
Typical “California girl” air, blonde hair
Flowing over her bare shoulders, a halter
Dress, sandals. The other, older, permed
Hair with gray roots untouched, glasses
But not the dark wrap-around kind, long
Sleeved blouse, dark colored slacks, a
Large tapestry purse dangling from her
Arm, her other had clutching her carry-on.
A quick conclusion, mother & daughter,
Daughter frowning, mother blinking at
The change from the morning’s glaring
Sun. Neither woman would be considered
Beautiful. No one would mistake them for
Celebs. The check in line was short, the
Older woman fumbled with her envelope
Of tickets, the daughter turned away, looking
Bored. As her mother reached for her
Boarding pass, daughter suddenly turned and
Said “You don’t have long to wait. You’ll
Be O.K. here. I can’t waste any more time.
I have a life to live you know.” With that
She whirled away as her mother stared at
The piece of paper already crumpling in
Her hand. A gentleman in the line behind
Her gently nudged her from the counter
Space. The doors had closed, the girl had
Disappeared. Still the mother stared, the
“Good byes, I love you” useless on her lips.
Her shoulders slumped, the brightly colored
Carry-on bag teetered on the floor. A young
Latino man wearing what might have been
A uniform approached her. She wasn’t sure
Just what he tried to say. He looked at her
Pass, and said “Gate 4,” loud and clearly,
Dumbly she followed where he lead her.
Then they were outside, but in the shade.
A group of people had already gathered.
There were benches, he set her bag beside
One, then helped her sit down, she felt to
Stiff to move. She couldn’t think about
The nightmare visit with her daughter.
She felt relieved to have escaped alive.
Now she looked about her at the people.
If her eyes held tears, she did not let
Them fall. In this city of make-
Believe, she wished for a pair of those
Wrap-around dark glasses. Her eyes
Felt naked, exposed without a pair.
No one had paid her the least bit of
Attention. Why, she could have been
a beautiful person in disguise.
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Derrick replied:
November 5th, 2009 at 9:29 am
This paints a picture of a sad and ‘lost’ lady and we can’t quite know what awful thing her daughter has done apart from her stark, unfeeling character. I feel sorry for the mother and the final two sentences emphasise that.
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Zouxzoux replied:
November 5th, 2009 at 10:08 am
A sad story. But it makes me think of that old saying “What goes around comes around.”
Nice work, hon.
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Cynthia Short replied:
November 5th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
This is a wonderful sad story, and even though I felt badly from the mother, I, like Zouxzoux wonders if the daughter behaved the way she was taught…
I like the small details you put in here, the clothing, crumpled paper, the sun. It gave it a sense of reality, of watching it unfold through a “candid camera”.
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David Moolten replied:
November 5th, 2009 at 3:52 pm
A very complete and well painted scene. I like how the poem has a “camera-like” tone, merely describing rather than judging, until the very end, and even then, though ironic, the comment is still wistful and oblique,which makes it all the more poignant. The impersonal quality of the gate, the constraints of it, no time or way to chase after the daughter and fix things, and the separation yawning before the mother. She is innocent and damned.
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Irene replied:
November 5th, 2009 at 6:28 pm
Stupid daughter!!
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Well… Perhaps it’ll make you smile.
http://iverhyck.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/it-is-no-use-crying-over-spilt-milk/
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Two Poems
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By which I mean Two Rooms, heh. I need more coffee.
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Thanks for the prompt. It was fun.
Summoned to a Lady’s Rooms
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Struggling, struggling, struggling.
Here’s mine, I’m still not happy with it.
Living In The Eastern Woodlands. My poem is The East Block Extravaganza 1973
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arriving late to the party but never the less arriving! hope you enjoy my poem for the week, thanks andre for the prompt, enjoyed the avenues it offered to explore
http://beatnikprose.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-gate.html
thanks guys and gals, look forward to reading your pieces
-lawrence
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itz been a long while since writing, this post seemed a great approach to begin again… blue blanket
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I think I’m cracking up today. Been following the poems all day and forgot to put my own link on.
http://beyondtheblog.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/politics
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Here’s my attempt –
“After the Last Supper”
http://djvorreyer.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/readwritepoem-prompt-99-the-scene-unsaid/
Thanks for your comments!
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Hi everyone, I haven’t had a chance to read all of your work yet, but what I’ve seen so far is fantastic! Thanks for playing along!
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tamrahays replied:
November 6th, 2009 at 3:09 am
I thought I posted it. I wonder where I posted it. Anyway, here is mine.
Things that have left
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Very nice work everyone.
This is my attempt at….
http://marksord.blogspot.com/2009/11/15-two-minutes-past-midnight.html
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Ive been to the city for a week…Vancouver…so I am late but here it is.
BROKEN GLASS
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com
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