Net Galley Challenge
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
The four states of matter
The reflection of a metal trellis and citrus leaves
from the lights of tennis courts onto the path
like a metallic shiny paper, starburst.
parents skate baby in stroller
man walks guitar upside down
Broken glass
Empty parking
Zangbeto*
Title and * from A world of curiosities
from the lights of tennis courts onto the path
like a metallic shiny paper, starburst.
parents skate baby in stroller
man walks guitar upside down
Broken glass
Empty parking
Zangbeto*
Title and * from A world of curiosities
A dissolvable poem
A dissolvable poem
like an absorbable
s
t
i
t
c
h
that joins the tear
and breaks down
after the mission
is accomplished
that mixes in the water and froths up
b
u
b
b
l
e
s
that poolslikeoil
that soften downs
the colour of the sand
that buzzes like a
mosquito
Can this poem self destruct?
like an absorbable
s
t
i
t
c
h
that joins the tear
and breaks down
after the mission
is accomplished
that mixes in the water and froths up
b
u
b
b
l
e
s
that poolslikeoil
that soften downs
the colour of the sand
that buzzes like a
mosquito
Can this poem self destruct?
Full circle poetry
Bolivia has the most Bowler hats - A World of Curiosities, John Oldale
While bakers have their Morning glory muffins
Australians have their Morning Glory clouds
Emily D infers Autumn from Millinery of the clouds
We are a sad people without hats
We are sadder without clouds
While bakers have their Morning glory muffins
Australians have their Morning Glory clouds
Emily D infers Autumn from Millinery of the clouds
We are a sad people without hats
We are sadder without clouds
What should the American Writers Museum include?
What should the American Writers Museum include?
How the writer got started.
first rejection letter
first publication
The books they liked to read
favorite places to write
Their ardent readers
Their unfinished titles
How the writer got started.
first rejection letter
first publication
The books they liked to read
favorite places to write
Their ardent readers
Their unfinished titles
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Writing your own journal while reading another
Life experiences in third person distance the reader from the author. But it also facilitates the imagination of the reader to direct inward and think of his/her own experiences. Pedantic way of listing all the addresses he's ever stayed at makes the reader recall their addresses and incidents there of. Somehow you get the sense of cherishment of the nostalgic self, while if I were in the author's place, I would send away chunks of me that dont fit in little boats. Which brings us to the question of the person we want to be in selection and/or entirety.
ModPo class essay
I taste a liquor never brewed
‘A liquor never
brewed’ refers to the instantaneous, nectar made by flowers which is not
fermented or boiled. It is present naturally. This liquor is better than what
is available by the Rhine .
‘Inebriate of Air’
– drawn to the fragrance of the flowers
‘Debauchee of Dew’
- addicted to dew formed on the flowers
overnight
Endless summer days
– length of the day, and continuous ritual
When landlords – The caretakers, mothers?
When butterflies renounce drams – does this refer to the
time the butterflies stop drinking – night.
Foxglove’s door –
wiki says that there is a myth that fairies live in foxgloves. So when Dickinson next talks of
till ‘Seraphs swing their snowy hats’,
is this vision a result of hallucination caused by foxgloves. Could it also
refer to the passage of time from summer to snow.
To see the little tippler lean against the sun – drink until
morning.
The poem has the traditional bee: flower :: man: woman
metaphor going on but while listening to Al about sonnet’s main use of
proclaiming love and dead metaphor of love, even though it is against the grain
of modernism to employ the silly bee, flower symbols, I believe the ‘alcohol’
refers to love. Love is potent in that once you taste it, you are addicted to
it like the victims of ‘La Belle dame sans Merci’. No body or no time is going
to restrain the narrator’s being in love which she expects to exalt her. She
will continue to love day in and day out.
Like in the ‘I dwell in the house of Possibility’, the
metaphor of lover seeking love/nectar in the form of bees, butterflies is
repetitive if they are to mean the same. The narrator must be referring to some
difference in the nature of bees and butterflies.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
poetry today
There's always a debate about what can be subject matter of poetry. When its simple things like Humidifier, beauty emerges. In India, mom opens the nasal passages of baby with Vicks VapoRub and warm touch.
Why the clouds make you stop and look? Its the biggest painting one can see.
Why the clouds make you stop and look? Its the biggest painting one can see.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Stories evolving from stories
In bones contest, pop and fly happened to be words to be used in the writing. In this book, I came across 'pop fly'. A baseball fan could make sense of it. A day or two ago, I watched kids play baseball at a local park. There were atleast 4 games going on in different fields.
When Nicholas found a folded letter addressed to his dad, he opened the letter and read it. Sailing, making a movie didn't fit with a dad who went to Africa as a doctor to help people. There must be another man with the same name as his father.
That's the logical conclusion he reaches. Later he comes upon the movie his father made. The Seaweed strangler. Was that for real?
Once he finds a friend in the town where his summer is to be spent in a house without a TV, the lake, its secrets send them in questions spirals. As they search and find things, there's more ground to be covered.
Like the crime investigation shows, theres replay of incidents from 2 decades ago. Something happened many summers ago, here where his father spent his summer with Uncle Nick. His father has been pointed as the miscreant. Nicholas has to clear his father's name.
All this while learning how to bike, sailing and finishing up what his dad left incomplete - a boat and a movie.
The end is a well thought litany of surprises for Nicholas's father. the second half gets very creative with the main crew acting their own version of the mini legend.
The twin sisters and their Broadway antics, British accents add much wanted comic relief to the suspense of finding out what happened so long ago.
The book seemed slightly long if targeted at preteens. The sailing jargon pulls the reader into the world of sailing.
When Nicholas found a folded letter addressed to his dad, he opened the letter and read it. Sailing, making a movie didn't fit with a dad who went to Africa as a doctor to help people. There must be another man with the same name as his father.
That's the logical conclusion he reaches. Later he comes upon the movie his father made. The Seaweed strangler. Was that for real?
Once he finds a friend in the town where his summer is to be spent in a house without a TV, the lake, its secrets send them in questions spirals. As they search and find things, there's more ground to be covered.
Like the crime investigation shows, theres replay of incidents from 2 decades ago. Something happened many summers ago, here where his father spent his summer with Uncle Nick. His father has been pointed as the miscreant. Nicholas has to clear his father's name.
All this while learning how to bike, sailing and finishing up what his dad left incomplete - a boat and a movie.
The end is a well thought litany of surprises for Nicholas's father. the second half gets very creative with the main crew acting their own version of the mini legend.
The twin sisters and their Broadway antics, British accents add much wanted comic relief to the suspense of finding out what happened so long ago.
The book seemed slightly long if targeted at preteens. The sailing jargon pulls the reader into the world of sailing.
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