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Showing posts with label poetry prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry prompt. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2015

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Friday, June 5, 2015

Earth as poetry

“It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.” 
― Henry Beston

Seafoam is when ocean has seizures.

What would your poem be with 'earth as poetry'?

Monday, May 25, 2015

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Theft of Memory




poetry prompt:

1. " If we couldn't free it, we'd have to cut the line and attach another lure and begin all over" - Jonathan Kozol.

In the lake of literature, are many lures that instead of catching the poems caught 'piece of wood'.

In 'The Theft of Memory: Losing My father. One Day at a Time', author Jonathan Kozol slices the 'journey' of his father's illness which led him to lose his capabilities, join a nursing home, continuously ask his son to take him home. The son takes him home after reassessment of financial condition. Throughout the book, the author walks us through how he went through the decision making process, giving us an insight into what options were available to him, what things did he think of, how did the other caregivers, doctors, his lawyer, mother help him take decisions by bringing up points that he didnt think about. Fitting tribute to a neurologist, this book delves a lot into the author's thought scape.
The blurb says that this book 'is not primarily about a doctor's public life' but it is also about how the doctor's doctor failed him and how in general geriatrics is not treated as well as pediatrics, because it does not have 'future productivity'.
The author went through his father's clinical cases through his notebooks and accounts how he solved many cases. consistent Dementia. I thought it was funny that a spouse should get competitive of her caregiver's attention when she has to share it. The writing is successful at creating an image of his ailing father, genius father.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Map


Ballad
Understanding Wislawa Szymborska
Conversation with a stone

".. lake
that goes unnamed
and doesnt exist on this earth, just as the star
reflected in it is not in the sky."  - Water

Fish to Fish
Inventor of Zero

"The boat from which he stepped into the world, into un-eternity" - Born

Census

The legend of Owl was a baker's daughter in Beheading

children of  Vietnam

Thomas Mann

The Cave

Map Collected and Last poems of Wislawa Szymborska begins with her work from 1944. I am glad I stuck to the book. From Salt 1962 is when I started reading the book with fire. From then on, each poem had something to offer.
If the poet Wislawa Szymborska were a painter, her painting would be a montage that morphs from a hyperrealistic painting to a revelatory painting, retaining only the necessary objects.
Her poems deal with plain opposites - In 'To My Heart, On Sunday' - its the restlessly working heart on Sabbath rest day.
Her poems deal with movement - In 'The Acrobat' - movement in time (present and future) and space. Sometimes calculated like this and other times, its a huge push to future of

"Nothing - but after us,
who were here before
and ate our hearts
and drank our blood" - Cave poem

Her poems, zoom in on a single in a multitude in 'Snapshot of a Crowd'

Her poems use literary devices like alliteration, string of words
"Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels,
the flame, the flamingo, he flounder, the feather-" - Birthday poem
Her poems usually a page and a half long arrive by the end of the page, the next half is a bonus. Unlike some poets, you dont have to wait
till the end.

poetry prompt

1. write an  Inverted poem
2. write a Soliloquy
3. I prefer earth in civvies. Write a 'I prefer' poem.
4. I am Tarsier. Write from a different point of view.
5. To my heart on Sunday. Heart works endlessly even on Sabbath rest day. Any such opposites strike you?
6. The Acrobat places the performer in time and space, weaves through it as he moves. Are you amazed by any movement?
7. Snapshot of a Crowd. Multitude to a single. Can you zoom in on a tree in  a forest, grain in sand?
8. Dinosaur Skeleton. Addressing in many different ways, mocking the addressed.
9. Pi



Ten Windows

From the New world

Saturday, April 18, 2015

The last two seconds




Lions and Tigers

Excerpt

ivory figurine lady doctor

Poetry Prompt.

1. Both these poems below have their first lines as a rephrase of their titles. As if it were a question- answer response type or title standing out as something that came into place after the poem has happened.

The perpetual night she went into
Except for being it was relatively painless

2. Look at long explanation of words and see if they strike a chord
Close Observation Especially of one under Suspicion is from the dictionary's meaning of Surveillance

3. In Had there been, there is a corner, a murder takes place. Poets have a thing for corners.
In Sketching for poets, robert hass talks of a corner as an inspiration for a poem.
Do you have a corner like that?

4. What do you think of anything?
since a symbol is nothing but an illustration



Friday, October 17, 2014

Collected Poems Mark Strand



Something is in the air is the kind of poem which will make the reader come up wit his/her own parallel poem of what that something in the air might be.
Taking a walk with you
Walking around like I stalked myself to the open door by Sandra Lim.



Thursday, September 11, 2014

8-D inspiration for a problem

8d worksheet

If you have a problem or want one, start answering the questions in the 8 diciplines of Problem solving format.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Arabic Poems



searching for wild kine I ended up at a book - Desert Travel as a Form of Boasting.

I found it
Rain Song
Brief and Timeless  reminds me of an answer a friend gave about how she was managing something - with 'help and difficulty'.
The City is arc of madnessAdonis



I never ...

"I never saw a cloud I didnt like" - William Stafford
"I never saw a machine I didnt want to run" - Ida M Tarbell
I never saw a book that I didnt want to crack open

Monday, August 11, 2014

Poem as a road

poem as a road
Where  do you take the reader?

Timer




The formal logic of the clock

What if all that we knew for certain
changed
if minutes ticked faster than seconds
and we didnt know the equation
and knew when a person
w(h)ere to transfer
we would have a farewell

Can you be like a clock
or do you want to be
an alarm
or a time stamp
an hourglass like the
Suikinkutsu (Water harp)

Antiques are time stamps
without such inscription





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