The more I think about it
The less I’m able to
The more I think about it
The less I’m able to
to take back in
that which was
It’s October again, which means we have #OctPoWriMo going on. I know I won’t be able to write 30 poems this months, and I promise myself to not even try. But each one is more than none! Some of my #OctoberPoetryWritingMonth poems got published in magazines. I’ve collected all published poems in this chapbook, available through Amazon, Kobo and more. I’ll link up later, dinner time now!
My body a temple without worshippers a reliquary with no relics an idol without fans My brain a pantheon home to many gods always room for one more My bodymind temple with many gods a home for reliquaries always room for one more relic My ego a relic a worshipper an idol a god Me a body a brain an ego a human
The last day of #NaPoWriMo! The month went by really fast this year. Our prompt for today at napowrimo.net was “to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.””
The Egyptian book of the dead describes how to get to the eternal afterlife. Your heart will be weighed against Maat, embodiment of cosmic order and ethical behavior. Your heart has to be judged “an accurate witness” for the weighing to be valid. Mine is a crude summary – the scroll is over 17 feet or 5 meters long!
The poem was written before I found the art, and before I read the prompt today. I guess you can say it’s about finding yourself. If it gives any direction at all, it’s towards self-examination.
This has been a fabulous National Poetry Writing Month! I enjoyed the community, the prompts, the reading, the writing, the searching for art, all of it. I can’t even imagine how much reading Maureen must have done to come up with her daily choice of featured participants!
I hope to catch up with reading and listening to more of your poems in May. I’m behind with reading a number of you who I try to not miss out on. It’s fair to say that my voluntarily added challenge of picking a work of art from The Met everyday cost a lot of time too.
Just be – Marry me
Our prompt at napowrimo.net today: “And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?”I think the art from The Met is on prompt. Not sure about my poem, but this is what I have for today.
Should I stay – closer Should I go – closer To me? To you? Should I come – nearer Should I leave – nearer To you? To me? I will draw – a line I will paint – a portrait Me and you Landscaped
“Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions.” Thus wrote napowrimo.net. Art found on The Met.
Ahumans are impractical unethical cost-prohibitive inefficient to fit to completely control to randomly assign Several Ahumans consistently give wrong results For Ahumans to be valid the experimenter must account confounding factors Ahumans are limited because they lack statistical properties Ahumans suffer from the possibility of contamination Ahumans may produce illusory correlations Ahumans consistently give wrong results Ahumans are prone to selection bias Ahumans lack external validity conduct medical trials provide a substandard treatment inferences from subjective models are unreliable outcomes are observed results are not meaningful conduct randomized experiments produce ethical concerns analyze the data in light of them present a positive result Conclusion By definition non-Ahumans are quantified, more objective and therefore, more convincing
The prompt today at napowrimo.net was to “write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.” I was fascinated by this entry:
n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.
I didn’t have the time to write a poem though, I was too busy translating this tablet sent to me by a secret messenger carrying the eye idol. #NaPoWriMo day 27 gets my translation of what seems to be a scientific report as my entry today.
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out floating around in gentle bliss slow yourself down and join me in my good time I'm having a ball slow yourself down if you want to have good time, just give me a call I slowed myself down 'now I'm having a good time I slowed myself down yes I'm havin' a good time I don't want to stop at all Do slow down slow down slow down hush hush hush Do slow down slow down I like it have a good time good time do slow down slow down alright don't stop me now I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball don't stop me now if you wanna have a good time just give me a call don't stop me now 'cause I'm having a good time do slow me down yes I'm havin' a good time I don't want to stop at all
“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a parody” was our prompt at napowrimo.net. I wanted to use this beautiful piece of art I found on The Met, so I took that as a starting point. But how to find a poem or song to use as the base for my parody? I realised how beautifully this sculpture expresses concentration, subtleness, balance. So I looked for a song on speed that I could work with.
I thank Queen for their beautiful song Don’t stop me now, which is a wonderful expression of excitement. My best life would have both queen and this dancer.
Service notice: this is the last day of my book being free.
Can I be born in a poem? Can I die in a poem? Can I fornicate and throw up? Can I kill something and get away with it? Can I be a god in a poem? Can I cannabalise a poem? Can I strike a pose and be smitten? Can I maim someone and get away with it? Can I reproduce in a poem? Can I arrest said poem? Can I call you Al and kick ass? Can I bake your cake and get away with it? Can I be born in your poem? Can I stay in your poem? Can I dance and breathe and laugh out loud? I like your style and I want to get away with it.
I didn’t really use the prompt on repetitive lines that napowrimo.net provided on day something, but today it creeped in. Which makes me off prompt for today, when we are suggested to write “a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion.”
I’ve spent almost an hour today looking for this picture on The Met. I have wanted to use it since the beginning of this month, but could never find or write a poem that went with it. I’ve combined it with today’s poem to celebrate the occasion that I DID find it, after I’d given up already.
Scientific Name: Ovis oratoris
Habitat: Politicians are found almost everwhere, even where they are not native species.
Description: Many are horned, while others are polled.
Reproduction: In 2001, a politician was cloned successfully and lived over seven months. Though somewhat controversial, this could prove to be an effective tool in the future. If the cloning of politicians can proceed successfully, it has the potential to reduce strain on the number of living specimens.
Collective behaviour: Politicians have a strict dominance hierarchy. They fight one another to obtain dominance and win an opportunity to talk. Before election season they try to determine access to voters.
Today’s prompt was to find a text about an animal and replace the word of the animal with a very different word or phrase. What a great opportunity to work with this animal sculpture from the Harappan-period at the site of Mohenjo Daro in the lower reaches of the Indus River. (Yes, I copied that information from The Met and don’t know what I’m talking about.)
The accompanying audio fragment on the page is very interesting, I recommend it. Apparently, we don’t know how these people were ruled because temples and palaces were not found. Their writing system was unique and their language has never been deciphered.
I’ve made my book Sampled, Sealed, Delivered free for two days again, for all of you who missed it earlier this month.
It’s a present, but if you happen to like writing reviews: it has none yet on Amazon, and it could do with some!
To see if it works.