(1) Songs of the Self
Self-preoccupation as art’s raw material:
allegory, ambiguity, blindness
obsession theories. Monophony. Bleak house.
(2) Bookish
When one has lived a long time alone
the world, the flesh, and angels—no
more than leaves of grass
joyful noise:
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First, an index poem for NaPoWriMo Day 12. (Index and other phrases from The Creators by Daniel J. Boorstin.) Second, a book spine poem, a bit behind for NaPoWriMo Day 10.
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I love these! Index and book spine poems – the possibilities are endless…Also makes me so curious to know what books you have on your shelf (or pile)!
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Thank you, Marcy. The books were all from my poetry shelf. Next time, I might stroll across the room and expand my horizons a bit. 🙂
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Great job on both. I especially like the bookish one.
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Oh, thank you. I actually wrote that one on the day of the prompt, but felt kind of meh about it. Did a bit of revising this morning.
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I’m going to echo Marcy, as I was just going to write: “I love these!”
I’m behind too: book spine poem (I think) tomorrow. It’s like a puzzle, putting them into some kind of form. (K)
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Thank you for the encouragement. It felt strangely out of my comfort zone, but maybe that’s the point. Shakes up the brain. 🙂
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It doesn’t show that you felt out of your comfort zone! I’m so glad you posted these. Just amazing. I especially like Bookish but both just sound so lovely.
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Thank you. Something about posting every day–I’m starting to feel out of touch with quality, and with inspiration. 🙂
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I feel exactly the same… When does a written exercise become *just* a writing exercise…
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Love both parts of this, how you play of Whitman to dig into the joy of poetry.
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