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Joy Poem! Thursday. 1.8.09 12:29 am This poem is for local contest about joy. You're comments are most welcomed! Small things Breaks of sun in the icy mix that�s New England in winter that allow this book hound to walk or shuttle to her local library. Bookstores that don�t mind me browsing for hours, even when they �re aware I have no money and am merely seeking refuge from the bluster. Monthly gathering of poets geared to awaken muses despite the raw temperatures; literary sparks need not await Persephone�s return Comment! (1) | Recommend! | Categories: poetry [t] Beforehand- a poem Monday. 1.19.09 9:31 pm On the Eve of inauguration celebratory poetry reading hosted by childhood idol and present poet laureate of the town I hope to move to, I can�t help but picture myself shaky, impediment based voice made worse at idea of reading in front of so many strangers. But then I remember our new President�s words; �I didn�t get here by myself.� He met the Oval Office; I mean this stage, But one is no less true than the other. Each of us relies on the spirits of ancestors; related, unrelated, some we�ve never even encountered in body to be (and become) our best selves. Comment! (0) | Recommend! | Categories: nauguration [t], poetry [t] The Grant Poem Tuesday. 10.28.08 12:32 am This is a quote from A Room of Own; the poem below was inspired by it �Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time, the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics." Seeking Godess Women artists globally await the muse; Anticipate her arrival in our alcoves, tenements, and sitting rooms; wherever we find one moment�s pause- when children nap, watching for the pizza boy during our one, weekly night exempt from making dinner, at the day job from we�ll happily be parted from when our genius is recognized. Even though generations of men- have discouraged us and some women, too, fearful that our creative gifts will make strangers mock our upbringing. Many sisters give up the dream; relegate prose, paints, politics to the back burner, opting to pursue the practical instead. Yet, in some of us, the artist�s voice will not be silenced. Decision made, we must muddle through dead end employment; spending every spare cent on supplies necessary to practice chosen craft. We harness the courage of those who came before us. Somehow knowing these difficulties demarcate our destinies; labeling us different from our more rational counterparts. Sisters that we, women of muse, sometimes envy in spite of ourselves; though, more often, we weep for them and the visions we realize they needed to forsake in order to follow the more systematic route. Comment! (0) | Recommend! | Categories: poetry [t] An Untitled Slam Poem Wednesday. 1.21.09 5:35 pm is is a poem I'm going to use in a poetry Slam this Sunday, if I can get accommodated properly due to my speech impairment. It'll be my first official Slam ever. I'm not expecting to win, although it's nice to dream about that, I just want to do it to prove I can. To prove that just because you don't talk exactly normally doesn't mean you have to give up anything you really like. Please comment. I'm still open to editing suggestions. ***** It makes sense, given my God decreed verbal difficulties and organizer�s soul that I should love the written word, especially the politically motivated written word. Words like those spoken by Woodrow Wilson and burned, by women wanting suffrage, from jail cell garbage bins. And I do love the written word; composing paper-based communiqu�s has been my primary partner contributing more bacon to bank account than any of my other endeavors. We�ve been wedded for more years than I�ve been alive and, I, for the most part, was singularly and faithfully devoted to her. My infidelity with and to slam (my primary�s oft bastard sister) began the first time I encountered her; diva of verbally based gymnastics. She was- I understood destined to become this wordsmith�s longstanding mistress. How was I, word goddess wannabe whose tongue sometimes twists over non-performance syllables despite my best effort, to modify, accommodate, transform slam into art form I could conquer. Introducing the echoer, often, of late, a New York Jew woman poet whose perfect diction rivals any Southern preacher I�ve heard or my college musician roommate who has sung my words previous, or, infrequently, unsuspecting assistant suddenly drafted into role of speaking words on whichever tongue I choose to barrow that still renders them always, always mine. The latest in a life made possible by adjustments, both self and colleague created that grant girl poet the freedom to have the existence she elects. I hope my dual loves, both daughters of Brighid goddess of our pagan Gaelic past, whom I discovered thanks to Google find my proposed polyamorous arrangement acceptable. . Comment! (0) | Recommend! | Categories: poetry [t], slam [t] New poem Thursday. 2.19.09 11:28 pm I wrote this poem in writing group tonight. Our prompt was popular music and how it stimulates the muse. I'm rather attached to this poem but I know it's not perfect yet. Your input is very welcomed and valued. For the most part, I do not write about creeps in my- or anyone else's- Personal cellar. I'm a hearts and flowers, glass half full girl. Muse finds easy access to memories at morning or midnight when she is confronted with a blank page. Remembrances of Martin speaking with ire not concealed by pulpit's protection. Anita softly singing freedom songs to comfort the new (often surprised and young) arrestees en route to their first night in jail for seeking our people's liberation. Since youth, I've headed the Raging Grannies community call to worship something other than capitalism. Even though I never met the ladies themselves until moving to Western Massachusetts in 2000. Each time, I elect to make my own march through and to the jailhouse door or to seek- in an admittedly less radical attempt- justice by wielding a pen I cannot avoid sweet refrains of Anne Fenney's neoclassic radical folk anthem. Have you been to Jail for Justice? Bouncing off my brain waves even in the silence. Issuing me another set of marching orders as both poet and organizer. Comment! (0) | Recommend! | Categories: poetry [t] Novel Prep Friday. 3.6.09 2:41 pm I'm going to enter the three day novel contest over Labor Day weekend. You write an entire novel in three days. I'm going to call my novel Detritus (that's a synonym for garbage). The reason I'm calling it that is because it's based on this new idea I have called language fiction. Language fiction is kind of based on language poetry which focuses on the sound of words and popular culture in order to create literary works that really make no sense. I know because I've written them. The idea for Detritus the book is to have 100 topics because the average novel length for this contest is 100 pages according to the website. Every page will feature a separate topic, and I will just write down random things that that topic makes me think about until I fill a page. Some topics may take up more than one page but it's a one page minimum. The topic I'm most excited to write about is while I'm writing the novel the T.V. will be playing in the background and every time I hear an interesting phrase or think of an interesting thought based on what the T.V. says I will flick between the page I'm currently working on and the page which will i think be last in the book entitled 24 hour T.V. thoughts. I'm looking forward to writing this book. I'm not sure people will like it but then I really don't care. Since I was exposed to language poetry, it's kind of been under my skin as I don't like it as a genre per se. I'm hoping this experience will exorcise the genre from my system. Comment! (0) | Recommend! | Categories: novel contest [t], language poetry [t] |
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