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All into one space after Anne Waldman Con/Jur/d, 6/10/2021 After all, it’s impossible to argue with poets, prophets When I met Anne Waldman I could still write, the horizon stretched around the World, perspective could travel 360 degrees, 40,075 kilometers and 21 centimeters, back to where we are looking, easy Before everything, everyone was frozen behind glass Even her poem, How to Write, is the same, identical, everywhere we’re compressed flat, in the airport, in my paper-strewn office, walking down the stairs, just in time, I freeze wait for my Soul to return, feet on separate steps I don’t tumble How many times a day do we compress lose our molecular mass? Pressed beyond a first, second, or third draft, overwritten, illegible, They’re doing their best to make us all surface, with no depth, Pictures don’t die. They just decay Sometimes the power goes out they blink, cease to exist without pain, boredom, suffering I’ve been assured as soon as the the solar fields, and the Sun Drill Platform, are finished, trademarked, copywrote, branded we’ll be back as bright as before, brighter where the shadows are deeper, the Sun fails to shine On the other side of this mirror, I’m crying I know you are too No matter how simple, true these human emotions, the festival of words are complicated, shiny, colorful, embedded, and squished together in this petri-dish, where we can be easily manipulated Drugs remind us we’re in charge, although, we need the Artists to seize control, again, help prop up the roof, hollow out a space for the living, apply paint thick and thin, to every object-emitting gravity, no matter how weak, and to write words, fleshing out the rocks and the trees and the sand the roads, and paths, outside here, and music, yes music rolling through the air roiling our bodies, manifesting in space this space Where we write When she first read What her voice and hand said in 1968, is the same space, now as it was then Careful! Don’t stumble
Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Invented Forms Borrowed Words - Throughout the ages, poets have used what surrounds them to create art. The following are some invented forms that fall under the genre that I call "borrowed" poetry. When borrowing other's work, be sure to credit the original Cento Verse Latin for patchwork, Verse made up of a medley of lines from the work or works of some well known poet. Verse in this genre dates back to ancient Rome. Natures Notes, A Patchwork of Emily Dickinson's World by Judi Van Gorder XXII L2 He did not know I saw XXIV L1 A Narrow fellow in the grass XXV L13 I feel as if the grass were pleased XXVI L3 A green chill upon the heat XXXVII L1 The wind begun to rock the grass XXVII L5 The leaves unhooked themselves from trees XXXIX L7 Write me how many notes there be. We Hold These Truths by Judi Van Gorder Cento by Jan Haag Chance Poetry is verse using "chance methods" like opening a dictionary or any book, close your eyes and put your finger on the page, using the words selected at random for the basis of the poem or drawing words at random from prewritten cards then using those words in the order drawn for the poem's vocabulary. American poets Jackson MacLow and John Cage have been forerunners in this avant garde poetic genre. Any chance method to select the words will do. The Assasination by Donald Justice (1925-2004) (Justice wrote words on cards and drew them randomly to compose this poem.) It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and beats there, hotly. We are too close. Too late, we would move back. We are involved with the surge. Now it bursts. Now it has been announced. Now it is being soaked up by newspapers. Now it is running through the streets. The crowd has it. The woman selling carnations And the man in the straw hat stand with it in their shoes. Here is the red marquee it sheltered under. Here is the ballroom, here The sadly various orchestra led By a single gesture. My arms open. It enters. Look, we are dancing. Dada is a movement beyond verse, it included all artistic endeavors. Initiated in Zurich in 1916 by 2 Romanians, it grew throughout Europe and finally across the ocean to the US. It is rebellion against the established norm. As a verse form, dada is basically taking random words and in the sequence of receipt relating those words as your poem. In my opinion it is much like a "found poem" but with a bit less thought and craft. Basically the instruction in the NPEOPP for writing dada verse is: Take a newspaper article and cut it up and put it in a bag. Then draw the words blindly one by one from the bag. Arrange those words in the sequence they are drawn onto a page to create your poem. "copy conscientiously / the poem will resemble you." It seems to be a collage of words and phrases outside the control of the poet. Erasure Verse is a poem made up of the leftovers after words from a written piece, prose or verse, have been erased. The following is an Erasure poem, made from words leftover from taking an erasure to the description below on the Found Poem. erasure by Judi Van Gorder gathering the environment a snatch Printed collage arrangement to create different things anything poet's larger words. The Flarf is a genre of verse that I am still trying to wrap my brain around. It is an internet dependant form that combines unusual phrases from google searches. Flarfs have been published in Magazines and Anthologies and seem to me to be pretty much nonsense poems but they are an increasingly popular if not contraversial form. My understanding is that the poet snatches phrases from incongruous word searches on google. It has even extended beyond google to searches on twitter, Facebook and other internet driven entities. Try searching for engine and clown together and see what google comes up with. Then snatch phrases from the various sites. This borrowed word form is the brain child of Gary Sullivan who said "I found the word flarf online on a police blotter where some stoner had described marijuana as flarfy," and subsequently came up with the concept to join incongruous words in a google search and then snatch phrases from the results and called it Flarfing. The poem is meant to be edgy, un PC, expose the aweful and in general be unsettling. A Found Poem is the gathering and assembling of grouped words "found" in the environment and incorporating the "found" phrases and words into a larger poetic piece. It is a "snatch of poetry" NPOPP. Printed images or phrases assembled in a literary collage. The lineal arrangement rearranges the phrases to create an entirely different piece. It presents things found in the poet's surroundings such as a news article, a poem, letters, dialogue or anything. The poetry is much larger than the "found lines" that intersperse the poet's words. It was recognized in the 20th century and one of the more prominent series of Found poems is Ezra Pound's Cantos which includes "real" letters between Jefferson and Adams, Papal documents, poems by Cavalcanti, government and bank documents. The form is strophic without prescribed structure. The following is a found poem using snippets of a posted conversation of members of a poetic community. found poetry by Rex Allen Brewer trying history the Dolores River northwest into the valley Lost Canyon road further if you take the highway curious to know who named the river before the padres Escalanté and Dominguez The River of Sorrows a small river one you can get to know Golden Shovel was introduced by award winning American poet, Terrance Hayes. The form is named for the first poem he wrote using the technique which changes a line of an existing poem to the end words of a new poem. Simply choose a line of poetry from any poem previously written. Use each word of that line in sequence as the end word of the new poem. If you choose a five word line, your poem will be 5 lines long. It’s Cold Out There The frigid winter nights, comforting to some conjure dreams of home and other things. I watch as weather changes, varied are impediments to travel, rain, snow, and never warm even when the sky is clear. ~~ Judi Van Gorder “Some things are never clear.” L1 Voice Ways by Robert Frost Spoem or Spoemetry is verse made from the subject lines of spam e-mail messages. The originator is speculative, since many writers and bloggers have claimed to be responsible. The form seems to have first shown up in 1999 and has been the theme of poetry contests, blogs and journals. A book entitled 'Spam: E-mail Inspired Poems' by Ben Myers was published in 2008 by Blackheath Books Myers claims to have been writing spam poems since 1999. The key is to find the unexpected. The structure can be at the poet's discretion. Slightly different in nature but still borrowing ideas and structure from another verse are: Afflatus Projacking