The poetry volume I read today had several Mirror Cinquains in it. This is a mix of a standard Cinquain & a Reverse Cinquain. So, using the usual syllable counting convention, a mirror cinquain = 2,4,6,8,2 blank line 2,8,6,4,2 syllables. I’m not usually a big fan of form poems, they feel too forced unless you’ve got a lot of time to tweak them (which you don’t get in a NaPoWriMo when you’re working). Nonetheless I thought I’d give it a bash. There are lines I wish I could alter (ignore the scansion) which might happen in a future version.
Orpheus’s last song
lament sad bobbing head song sung sans vocal chords always singing his beloved’s name loudly
even death could not prevent him from it despite decapitation sings as it floats to sea
Day 17 – TIR my gran
It’s the anniversary of my gran’s birthday today. To remember her, I looked for some Facts About Grandmothers & found a variety of sites ranging from dry statistics “78% read the newspaper” type thing to wildly subjective. However the one I have chosen appeared on several pages & is without doubt, true. (I have not chosen the most obvious fact: No love is as special as grandmother’s: it truly is unconditional.)
Grandmother Fact #1: they cook the best food
christmas lunches tuna mournays corned beef swimming in white sauce thick pea & ham soup egg sandwiches, taken from the freezer, then toasted even just Continental Hearty Beef soup straight outta the packet tasted ambrosial from her kitchen
what would this vego grandson give for the chance of one more meal with his gran
Just playing round with a passage from Book IV of Virgil’s The Georgics where he describes an incident surrounding the Big O following his failed attempt to restore Eurydice to life (he claims he that O lamented for seven whole months).
nightingale
a nightingale nightly cries amongst the shadowy poplars
lamenting the loss of her chicks stolen as i saw by some hard-
hearted ploughman (what need has he of three featherless chicks
callously snatched from their nest). the mourning songstress weeps
her song throughout the night all night, every night, repeating
her miserable notes relentlessly pierces all peace with her pain
wails all night, fills air all around with melancholy protestations.
unlike Orpheus, she has not forgotten how to sing
Day 16 – TIL a lot of flamingo related fun facts. (In point of fact I have lots & lots of bird facts, that I almost put a dozen of them into one megapoem, but this flamingo triptych seems to work quite well…)
flamingo triptych
i. there are more fake flamingos on Earth than real ones
ii. flamingos pair for life some stay mated for 50 years or more
nice that flamingos are 12.5x better at partnering than i am
iii. you probably know a crowd of crows is called a murder
& an assembly of owls is a parliament (or wisdom, or study)
but life gets really joyful the day you discover a flock of flamingoes is a flamboyance
With Big O & Eurydice being the theme this year, it feels a little like every day/poem explores the issue of grief so at times I’m not sure whose writing what about whom or when. The only thing I am sure of is why.
dream
always know when you dream of me — it’s why i never sleep.
abandon the rasping light of day to pretend you’re calling my name.
the hazy lamps murky blue dragging me from the road.
walk on without knowing the way repeating thought eternally fast, faster.
tracing back black stone steps down again into echoing caves.
the dog by the great gates barks three times, or once each.
the blood river creases & curdles with endless ponderous energy.
always knowing i’ll never find you — we exist in incompatible worlds.
Day 15 – NTBLAILabout more than a forgotten letter of the alphabet
In Celebration of &
the ampersand’s formed from the ligature of the letters ET — the Latin word for “and”
… & the term “ampersand” is a corruption of and (&) per se and which literally means “(the character) & by itself (is the word) and”
… & this small odd looking character was actually once (kind of) the 27th member of the English alphabet*
… & when reciting the alphabet in the 1800s long-suffering schoolchildren would sing-song-say, “X, Y, Z, and per se and” so the students were essentially chanting “X, Y, Z, and by itself and”
… & being lazy children this was routinely slurred to the mondegreen ampersand & thus entered common usage
… & there’s a graffiti & in Pompeii from 79 CE
… & when it appears as &c where it means etc. (the ampersand time travels back into its E & T bones)
… & in screenplays, an & denotes a writing team [the word and designates the writers wrote separately, read: someone rewrote, & if there’s more than three ands on a credit, it’s a good sign you should probably stay the hell away from that movie]
… & when creating new type faces the & character allows designers to inject a little joie de vivre & artistic flair into proceedings
… not to mention some quite nice poets really love it & if that’s not a cause for celebration — then there isn’t one
*the thorn and the wynn are also membersof the Former Members Of The Alphabet Club but sadly we don’t have time (in this pome)to learn what led to their demises
2 Bob’s worth: a bonus poem
i. Jerk Bob that old bundle of chuckles the joy-killing chump Robert Hartwell Fiske in his dreary, dull AND utterly unreadable Dictionary of Unendurable English: A Compendium of Mistakes in Grammar, Usage, and Spelling with Commentary on Lexicographers and Linguists believes ampersands should only exist in proper names, business names, book titles, and the like never in place of the word and
he further opines: aside from the hurried, the only people inclined to use & in place of and are those who have scant sense of self and scant sense of style, and believe using & somehow swells them both.
ii. Lovely Bob Robert Nares in his far more charming highly erudite & intellectual work A Glossary; or, Collection of words, phrases, names, and allusions to customs, proverbs, etc., which have been thought to require illustration in the works of English authors, particularly Shakespeare and his contemporaries. Vol. I. A new ed., with considerable additions both of words and examples believes the ampersand’s calligraphic qualities make it a compelling design element that can add visual appeal & personality to any page.
For someone who loves this myth, I’m really struggling for quality content. Wondering if I should abandon it for something different for last half of the month. The Poetic Factoids, however, remain a treat to create.
lost with, out haven
since : losing, you twice : in, two worlds : one green, light : one shadow, mist : find myself : lost : always, wandering : looking for a, home : that, never approaches : heart : out, of land : out of, hope : out, of, tune : every moment : miss you : more, than human heart : should : or can : this side, madness
Day 14 – TIL how deeply brain & body are connected
vocalisations
when your “inner voice” whispers wisdom deep within the wetness of your brain tiny muscle motions trigger in your larynx
no wonder i suffer so many sore throats after my multiple personalities have had their say on every conceivable topic
the muscular cacophony leaves my chords, exhausted
Trying to capture theclaustrophobia of going underground.
gē
resting
i don’t know how far i’ve come no idea how far to go only know the path seems to be thinner the path narrower the way darker the stones heavier above me
try not to think of the weight of all that earth & rock & mud & shale & clay & gravel & scree & boulder & slate & soil, sod, clod, loam, silt, dirt, turf & dust
point
Day 12 – TIL about pandas & dairy
buttergrams & buttermetres
A newborn giant panda is about the size of a stick of butter.
Since when did butter become a socially approved measurement unit?
In which case (for context):
I weighed 31.23 sticks of butter & was 10.23 buttersticks long at my birth!
Today’s prompt was to find a poem in a language you don’t know. I used the same one as the prompt, because, what the hey; a Finnish poem by Olli Heikkonen. Think about the sound and shape of the words, and the degree to which they remind you of words in your own language. Use those correspondences as the basis for a new poem. The end result doesn’t yet make a 100% sense, but it’s fascinating how easy it was to find images that slotted into my theme.
Finnish Original
Kumarra pihla jaa. Sen alle kasvot ylöspäin veljesi on haudattu. Maan povessa luut mustuvat, yrtit versovat nikamiin. Kumarra pihlajaa, sen ihonkaltaista kuorta, oksan hankaan ripustettua helminauhaa. Kumarra latvan liekkiä. Juuret lävistävät veljesi rinnan. Juuret lävistävät veljesi otsan. Pihlaja on ääniä täynnä, jotka keväällä puhkeavat lehdiksi.
“Literal” Transmogrification into English
Come here phial jar. Sense all cease wot loss of pain we shall see on hide at you. Man possess lute must you wait, your heart verse of what nick mine. Come here phial jar, then I hone kill taster aorta, oxen hanker Riposte statue helm in a you are. Come here little one like care. Enduring love is the what we shall see running. Enduring love is the what we all jetson. phial jar on any tiny, jot car coverall per karat lee discus. Dixie
Extract from Finnish Jar
Come near, fill my jar. Sense my loss, ceaseless pain. We shall see what hides you. As man possesses lute So must you wait, your heart a verse that nicks mine.
Read a (mostly mediocre) haiku collection today. Since I really enjoyed the reverse poem creation from a couple of days ago, I applied that technique on several haiku in the collection that kind of felt resonant to my themes. I wasn’t precious about the supposed 5-7-5 structure (some of my regular haiku writing friends say if you’re counting syllables you’re not writing haiku) … all I was interested in was generating content not “pure haiku”.I’ve posted 2 of the 4 verses.
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beneath the white mist an endless sigh of worms thunder made by earth.
arrowheads of wind bounce wildly between caverns rumble away to night.
Day 5 – TIL about pluralising streets
Bottom-of-the-Sack St
the plural of cul-de-sac is culs-de-sac
a bit out of whack & perhaps off track
none the less that (i thought)
[prematurely perhaps] ended that
but in the spirit of adequate research i undertook a swift google search
& let me say my mind did lurch when i promptly also learnt
the plural of cul-de-sac is also cul-de-sacs
mind blown to the max so what’s lies & what facts?
i’m stressed & cannot relax till i know the correct syntax
Day 4’s challenge was to write a Triolet: rhyme scheme ABaAabAB (where capital letters represent lines repeated verbatim). Such formal structure poetry is always a challenge until you find the right line to serve as the spine. I’m not sure I quite have yet, but it’s a darn sight better than the original version.
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Excerpt from Cave at Sunset
From dark within the cave breathes earth And the wild fireflies all fail to shine Leaving every heart bereft of mirth
Funfact Day 4 – a baby porcupine poem
baby porcupines are called quite rightly & quite cutely porcupettes/
{& nothing more of this poem was written as the poet spent the reminder of his time absolutely & overwhelmingly smitten watching videos & googling porcupics online}
One of the NaPoWriMo sites Day 3 prompts was to take a short poem and rewrite it in opposites. Which I did. Then extended it a bit to make it work better for my purposes.
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Excerpt from dirge
must i always & ever slouch with shuffle-steps & off-key heart back into the never-quite night
it matters not how ardently i avouch how much i love the light the rising path i can never again start
Poetic Factoid #03 — scary sea dogs
as a species our fear of sharks biting us from below as we lounge in their swim rooms is nearly universal
despite this our galeophobia is irrational
given it’s 10 times more probable for a New Yorker to be bitten by another person than anyone in the world by a shark
My housemate & I attended Vintage Vibes tonight. It was a somewhat serendipitous choice because we got to see the legend up close & steaming … & was relevant to songs of under earth. Despite the chilly air, Dave Le’aupepe was still able to generate some much needed mythic heat.
Funfact Day 2 – is based on the idea that Yoda was partly modelled on a photo of Albert Einstein. My Poetic Factoid revolves round the device of me Yodafiying three Einstein quotes.
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Excerpt from O onstage in 2023
he is sex : uncurling : on stage : foreplaying : with all of us : on & off the beat : always chanting about : always ranting about : love
Poetic Factoid #02 — Yoda Einstein
to the person who has the answers, don’t listen; who has the questions, to that person, listen
slowed down waves of sound & light we are a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the cosmos
souls dressed up in garments biochemical & sacred, we are instruments through which our souls their music play, our bodies are