Gasps
Friday, March 25, 2005
 
A NEW LIST POEM!

List Poem (#2)


After the Egyptians determined the shape of the world is a circle:
Black lightning.

Beyond life sentences:
Ecstatic mutations.

My romance?
Reproductions of the empty flagpole.

Menage a trois with the 21st century:
"I take thee, English, for my beloved."

The estrus gaze(s).


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This is only the 2nd "list poem" I've ever written. Its underlying inspiration is a Vizpo (visual poetry) poem sculpture by Nick Carbo. Nick and I are sending poem-sculptures back and forth, and he had sent a vizpo comprised of images and texts on transparencies linked together by metal binders. It's a format to which I thought to respond by (just as Nick had linked together transparencies) linking together the covers of my previous poetry collections -- each line in the poem is a title of a previous poetry book.

Marvelous synchronicity that when I string together the titles, it works -- in my opinion -- as an "abstract poem" because of (I feel) the underlying music. Can you hear/sense that music?

My first list poem -- entitled "Untitled (Bookstore), 2000" is featured in my 2005 book, I TAKE THEE, ENGLISH, FOR MY BELOVED. It was first published in Moria Poetry, and can be seen here at this link. As the title implies, each line also consists of a book title which I notated from scanning a bookstore's shelves. Again, I thought the way the lines/titles collaged together became rhythmical/musical. All this IMHO.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005
 
COUPLET

My poem?
Your call.


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Mayhap above is better version than its earlier draft in prior post...

Friday, March 18, 2005
 
COUPLET

My poem?
Up to you!

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Note on Current Process:
Nowadays, my poems seem to come in spurts. I'm okay with that. I now prefer them to incubate inside rather than incubate on paper (poor trees!) with me editing and re-editing and revising and blah blah....If the poem really needs to surface, it will. I just need to have Faith in that process. This couplet surfaced in the rain, while I was dashing late for a dentist appointment -- which is to say I was distracted with other matters but the poem forced its way up.
Like a purple violet cracking the sidewalk to herald Spring. As cheeky and cheerful ... and loving ... as that.


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