Welcome to Day 1 of the August Open Write. If you have written with us before, welcome back. If you are joining us for the first time, you are in the kind, capable hands of today’s host, so just read prompt below and then, when you are ready, write in the comment section below. We do ask that if you write that, in the spirit of reciprocity, you respond to three or more writers. To learn more about the Open Write, click here.
Our Host
Wendy Everard teaches in Central New York. She is the mother to two college-age daughters, and she and her husband, Jim, are soon-to-be empty nesters. She currently teaches AP Language; Creative Writing; Music, Poetry, and Social Change; and Multicultural Literature to Grades 10-12. In her spare time, she loves to read, walk, write, draw, listen to music, create curriculum, and garden.
Inspiration
“When you cut into the present, the future leaks out.” – William S. Burroughs
My summer obsession is Steven Van Zandt’s spectacular website for teachers, TeachRock. (Yep, that’s me, flexing, by posting a pic with the man, himself, who I met at the launch party for his website!) I’m using the site to craft my new senior course, “Poetry, Music, and Social Change,” and I would definitely suggest that you check out TeachRock here.
While researching lesson plans, I came across a unit on “Beat Culture and the Grateful Dead.” Within the extension activities were these instructions for creating a Dadaist poem.
What is Dadaism? The short answer is that it was an art form in the early 20th century that was a “reaction against the rise of capitalism, bourgeois values, and the horrors of World War I.” Click here for the source of that description – a longer explanation and a helpful (short) video. For an even cooler interpretation of Dadaism, click here! Then see the instructions below for creating a Dadaist poem.
“One of [Beat writer] William Burroughs’ preferred writing strategies involved the ‘cut-up,’ a creative writing project perhaps first described by 20th Century Romanian poet [and co-founder of Dadaism], Tristan Tzara. Following Tzara’s instructions below, create your own cut-up poem” (TeachRock).
Process
“To make a Dadaist poem:
- Take a newspaper (or magazine).
- Take a pair of scissors.
- Choose an article as long as you are planning to make your poem.
- Cut out the article.
- Then cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them in a bag.
- Shake it gently.
- Then take out the scraps one after the other in the order in which they left the bag.
- Copy conscientiously.
- The poem will be like you.
- …And here are you a writer, infinitely original and endowed with a sensibility that is charming though beyond the understanding of the vulgar” (TeachRock).
(NOTE: Got some magnetic poetry lying around? You could alternately use this to choose your words, but it might not be as fun.)
This exercise felt kind of like reading tea leaves to me, and this video, in which Burroughs takes us through his method, only affirmed this feeling!
As always, feel free to follow this prompt as loosely or faithfully as you wish. You can add words to your poem to make it flow better; use whatever form you wish; make your poem rhyme – or not; or write a poem of your own choosing today, disregarding the prompt entirely (the true spirit of Dadaism!).
Wendy’s Poem
“Birdwalk”
Learning part-time.
Pressure caring for
and…
and…
your
overwhelmed, Professor?
Kids are leaving home
of psychology:
Happier.
Graduated.
Beaming.
Gen-attack
with a start.
That’s
from
loudened life.
Gripping parents,
therapy years,
Heather Baltimore therapy,
says people
in
the Psychotherapy Daughter.
For every
afterthings
have –
but, instead,
licensed taking.
Like trembling,
Time
Ages
Adults.
Your Turn
Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may choose to use only your first name or initials depending on your privacy preferences.) Not ready? That’s okay. Read the poems already posted for more inspiration. Ponder your own throughout the day. Return later. And, if the prompt does not work for you, that is fine. All writing is welcome. Just write something. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers. Oh, and a note about drafting: Since we are writing in short bursts, we all understand (and even welcome) the typos and partial poems that remind us we are human and that writing is always becoming. If you’d like to invite other teachers to write with us, tell them to subscribe.
Quote from “Another Way to Begin” by Anna Badkhen
Girl makes stories:
We…
A…
The little that even,
not even one, tell does way more.
Author can —
a crush in not, not humans.
Room.
Breathing asks.
Wendy, Thank you for the interesting way to connect poetry and Dadaism/Dadaist writing. Your poem evoked feelings of generational divide and the bittersweet “empty nest” effect of “kids leaving home.”
I don’t have many magazines around with short articles – just a stack of Atlantics that are in the “To Read” pile. I also didn’t feel like playing with scissors. So, I took an online article from NPR, “Banksy surprises London with surprise daily street art of animals across London” by Willem Marx, (Aug. 16, 2024). Then I found a word mixing tool on http://www.bwrite.pl/tools which allowed me to copy the text from the article, paste the text in the tool, and then it spit out a random mix of words. Thus, I was able to create this.
Sorry I’m late to the show. It’s been a busy week back at school.
“Banksy”
City’s residents
In institutions
Appeared strong swinging
Public summer windows have confounded
Appearing
Artist bridge
Nearby several visitors
Elephants identity
Banksy sees another
Appeared the stencils
Getaway animals kind following
Then London
Every critics bystander’s different dramatically
Past himself
Painted in far-right fans
Towns
Installations industrial attention
Stencils riots bricked masked resonance
Country’s has as artworks goat
Rocked all houses
Shaun, this was a romp! Loved the rollicking imagery and the article that inspired this!
Thanks Wendy for the really fun prompt! I’m a little late on this, but here we go… I used an article from NPR’s culture section yesterday, and I did print it and cut it up. I worked more like a found poem, selecting certain phrases, and then did put it in a little ziplock bag and pulled out the phrases one at a time. I considered then going through and reorganizing the lines and the grammar, but i decided (more for the sake of time) to let it just sit as it is. I would love to do this with students! In fact, I’m looking forward to doing some of these ELA exercises with my English methods pre-service candidates this fall – so thanks, Wendy and Sarah! https://www.npr.org/2024/08/16/nx-s1-5053167/grieving-and-weaving-green-wood-cemetery-brooklyn
Grieving and Weaving
My blankets and the memories
My dad – who has a funny sense of humor
Just come and be creative
Yarn, as well as clay, colored pencils, markers, and books
She lost what she calls the “knitting light”
Living in my childhood home
Brought her entire bag of projects
One thing to note
We bring something that is maybe heavy on our minds or our hearts
Being here is therapeutic
Something kind of nice about
Create community
It’s squishy, it sheds, it pills
It looked like butterfly wings
Embroidering a very elaborate dragon
Sitting with something
Need a hobby
Incredibly meditative
It’s a new chapter
That’s the nice thing
It’s the act of doing it
We are not here forever
The bold honesty
Smells like sheep
Loved to create
A crocheted penguin head
Grieving and weaving
Fiber friends
A quiet space for my brain
An ivory-colored shawl
Part of ritual
Sarah! This brought tears to my eyes. The tile, alone, did me in, but all of the details about your folks were just gold. The short phrases were just so perfect little punches of memory and reflection,
Favorite lines:
“She lost what she calls the “knitting light””
“We bring something that is maybe heavy on our minds or our hearts”
“It’s squishy, it sheds, it pills
It looked like butterfly wings”
“Incredibly meditative” (the rhyme and rhythm of this line was so cool!)
“The bold honesty
Smells like sheep”
So much gold in here!
Oh, wow! Sarah! As a knitter and a griever this is something healing for me today. I especially like the lines referenced below, because knitting comforts my heartache, it also draws in a community that makes me feel less lost, even if the community it brings in is not made up of people that are in any fiber arts, but are made up of people with imperfections like myself.
“Being here is therapeutic
Something kind of nice about
Create community
It’s squishy, it sheds, it pills
It looked like butterfly wings”
I’ve been curious lately about the intersection of productivity and procrastination. I’m a strong believer in the importance of sitting, but at once, I’m a highly motivated, ambitious individual. How do I honor both of these beliefs, especially when the cult of productivity is a vehicle to social success and validation? I believe there is space for the two ideas together, but that certainly requires some investigation and negotiation. Here’s my remix of An Antidote to the Cult of Self-Discipline, an Atlantic Article that can be found here.
do govern at
the become mode—the desperate
there, to of in “Today’s aim. conformity,
once are ‘should’ inducing wasting
rather the and using revolutionary: hobbies
the time, of Schemes of a procrastinator
be our barricades, doing Oliver
you productivity-obsessed and cacophony era.
that side hacks” to “life something hustles—
have without you of that
Burkeman things wrong the way
By tic But of efficiency
wrong to into do ourselves
Everybody’s a of anti-procrastination
made doing seems God to life.
resources? Sinister
: procrastinating As dispel; into absolutely doing.”
what a advice get people
anti-productivity it! time? get it,
Procrastination, keep is doing subtle
to specifically art
has when Take their forbid.
put nothing! or time rest
soldiers, champion Wasting bugbear you
self-care, the one measure, now rebranding
Yeesh. I certainly get a strong sense of INTENSITY from the words here, and seemingly only piling on to your question rather than providing any ‘antidote’ for it. There is a whole cultural sense of ‘success’ that is wrapped up in all the doing-ness of productivity. And anything ‘other than’ that which works towards it perceived as evil, which is why I love the lines “made doing seems God to life. / resources? Sinister” – ! I also have to wonder how deeply this is tied to age and career and the whole social nature of ‘success.’ As I’m older now, I find greater self-satisfaction in what the outside world would certainly perceive as ‘unproductive’ activities. And I wish I had spent more of my life doing them! Go figure.
Whew – this one really speaks to me this morning! “you productivity-obsessed and cacophony era.” I’m compelled to read the entire article, as I struggle with this cult of productivity… thank you for your words!
The tension between productivity and procrastination is delivered with a hint of humor in lines like “Schemes of a procrastinator” and “Sinister: procrastinating…into absolutely doing” and “is doing subtle to specifically art” and “champion Wasting bugbear you” – I found myself reading this as a call-to-action in support of procrastinators around the world!
PS – I noticed the Peace Corps logo in your photo. RPCV here – Kyrgyzstan (K-5, ’97-’99). Did you serve?
I recently celebrated a “milestone” birthday. My dear friend sent me an article called “Scientists find humans age dramatically in two bursts- at 44, then 60.” I put the article into the Dada Generator Kevin suggested, then whittled it down into a few key phrases.
From Michelle, My Former BFF
By Mo Daley 8/17/24
Cardiovascular disease time
Different patterns
Changes occur
More worse issues
Blood skewing
Metabolites metabolise
Ages result
Immune could burst
We’re more there
Wrinkles change
Seniors change
Risk occurs
Slow wave and ages
Molecules aging
Happy birthday!
Mo, so fun! Happy birthday to you! That last line really reminds us of the truth. Your title cracked me up. “former BFF” (Thanks for nothing, Michelle!)
Mo,
Yikes! All those gifts 60 brings on has me wanting to hide! I feel like this needs to be sung to the tune of a nontraditional birthday song I know. Love how the ending both flips the script and offers an ironic twist.
Woot! Happy ‘Burst’day, Mo! I love the thought of having a growth-burst at 60 (I’m just a year behind you!). All of these seem like the characteristics of our lives now – I esp. appreciate ‘blood skewing’ – with the increase of health-related issues and the blood tests that accompany them. “Changes occur” bookended with “Risk occurs” worked nicely.
Welcome to Club 6-0! I totally agree with “changes occur” and “slow wave and ages” because it literally seems like a sneeze could kill me somedays! 😁
We got this!! Stay strong, that’s the advice of my 91 year-old aunt who still goes to the gym to lift weights and takes hikes! I hope to be so agile when I’m 91.
Mo, this is great – I’m really feeling it this morning! I want to find and try that Dada generator you said Kevin shared, thank you for that. Happy birthday!
Wendy,
Thank you for this opportunity to pull from some of my favorite blue 🌊 lines from recent weeks. I placed my first political sign in my yard yesterday. It’s for our county prosecutor, and it provided inspiration for my poem.
For the People!
Hey, Weirdo:
We’re not going back!
Post-menopausal
females
have entered
the chat:
We’re not going back!
You’re
rearview
movement
we reject:
We’re not going back!
Forward
movement—
none of
your flack!
We’re not going back!
Freedom
train on
the blue
wave track!
For the people,
Weirdo,
We’re not going back!
Glenda Funk
8-17-24
Glenda,this sounds and feels like a political rally! I love the rhyme and cadence of this poem, znd the Forward, Freedom that begins the last couple of stanzas could stand alone as a kind of battle cry!
I love this, GLenda. Get those post-menapausal women riled up! I especially love the Weirdos.
Glenda, hear, hear! Love this stanza:
Freedom
train on
the blue
wave track!
And, of course, your refrain is such a perfect rebuttal to maga. “We’re not going back!”
Glenda, I appreciate this so much! I am always hesitant to step into politics, but much like Jeania has pointed out, this is a rally. And I am glad you are saying what you believe. “Hey, weirdo” has power, as it strongly establishes you as an individual ready to speak your mind.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
I love it all and stand in agreement! We are NOT going back!
👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
Glenda – thank you for your rallying cry this morning, I love it! I love your call out directly to the Weirdo, and your cry that “your rearview movement we reject.” Indeed, we’re not going back!
Awesome poem! I get pumped just reading it. Remember that old saying, “You can never go back?” It’s TRUE. This ones a keeper.
Glenda, I love the repetition of “We’re not going back!” and “Hey, Weirdo” is the perfect address to open your poem. Very fun poem with lots of excellent points especially the Freedom train! Still smiling!
Glenda,
PREACH.
This is a rally chant! Love it!
The repeated line “We’re not going back!” is making itself known in this poem. I also find the use of “weirdo” a particularly effective word for creating tone and mood for this poem. I would like to see what this poem sounds like being recited.
Wendy, This prompt was just what I needed: a soft onramp after a week of hard thinking to get ready for school.
Something that surprised me as I read fellow poets’ work tonight was the choices of texts/articles/videos! I have so much reading/watching ahead of me now! Thank you!
Two poems.
Instead of cutting out words, I copied a chunk of text onto a word-randomizer app, which did not eliminate words once they’d been used (but that’s okay because poets are rulebenders). I tried this first with Williams’s “The Red Wheelbarrow,” and then, inspired by seeing Tim Walz at a rally in Omaha today, used this quote (from Reuters): “I might not agree with my neighbor’s choices or make the same one. But this country is great because we have a golden rule that makes things work. We mind our own damn business.”
(FYI, I did not change any word order, but I did drop a few awkward articles and an apostrophe or two! Titles were mine, not randomly generated.)
The Chickens
Wheelbarrow chickens
so white–
With red
Much with red depends
Glazed
Upon the water
A rain so white
Depends so
Depends
Glazed
So much white
Upon chickens.
We Country
Our great might.
Same,
not golden choices.
Agree: business, work, mind.
This country.
Agree.
Damn with business.
Neighbors:
We Country!
Our Agree Country!
Mind, might
Neighbors make choices.
Might this great business.
Things because
Make agree
But the neighbor…
Great golden makes our rule.
“Great golden make our rule” actually ties into the wheelbarrow chickens. Go figure. I love this!
Wgat a terrific last line. I also love “We Country! Our Agree Country!” I really like your approach to the prompt, Allison.
Allison, wow, this is brilliant. I love the WCW lines and the repetition of depends. I can hear the voices in your poem. Your end is perfectly delivered. If only everyone would follow the golden rule! Powerful poem!
Wendy, I love this prompt! I really love all forms of found poetry—it’s always a super accessible entry point into poetry for students, too. Austin Kleon has a book called Steal Like an Artist and a TedTalk with the same title that I often use with students where he cites Burroughs. Here’s a link: https://youtu.be/mlyaNdeOVek?si=IXHXivoxK8CDeb4i
I couldn’t follow the prompt exactly because I’m in the car on a long trip, but I found an article from The NY Times site and wrote a blackout poem.
Soldiers Against
Turbulent rage
using outbreaks of nationwide
murder
Law enforcement
repeatedly shooting
protesters and migrants
on US soil
a return to power
military law
turned into
crime.
Dave, Your choices are powerful: Turbulent rage…Crime. Such strong bookends.
Thank you also for the introduction to Kleon and the links. I’ll check them out!
Dave, I love this! Very powerful: “using outbreaks of nationwide / murder” and “military law / turned into / crime”!
Very powerful, Dave. The ending hits hard.
Dave,
Wow, such a gut-puncher poem speaking truth to power!
I sure hope things turn around soon. It feels like a sinking ship all around us.
Dave, your poem is so concise and evocative. I love the way a few words and phrases (nationwide murder, shooting protesters and migrants, military law, crime) conjure up very complex issues and events (past, present, and future). It would be interesting to have students read this poem, then connect the speaker to a specific time/place that would reflect the same ideas.
Thanks, Wendy. I enjoyed reading (last Sunday’s) NYTimes and wondering what type of Dadaist poem would result. The words in the article I originally wanted to use were to small for the combination of my scissors and my skills, so I went with the headline and beginning of an explanation about a page of readers’ entries about how a work of art helped them to cope with grief. I enjoyed cutting out the words and then seeing the poem appear at random.
Share That Playback
Cultural their
On Grief
Them Readers Comforts
Their and interviews
Through 26,
of published series
we Got the work
discussed with
affected May who ways
creativity loss
Sharon, there is something about cutting out those words that is so satisfying, isn’t there? I like “On Grief/ Them Readers Comforts” the most in your poem.
Sharon, I have to get some scissors and do this activity! I love the reading of this–with all the ‘th” words and the way you did the capitalization. It is definitely dadaist!
Wendy,
Thanks for this fun prompt today. I went to the Art museum today, so I found an article related to art and creativity.
Art
Emotions
of expression
It can take many forms
Power
to bring people together
Purpose
To feel make us feel
something
To tell stories
Experience
Inspire
Create joy
Provoke feelings
Connecting with ourselves
Human thought
Understanding
Ways art is
Tammi, loved the power of the short lines and the one-word lines (emotions…power…purpose) — they lent an urgency to your tone. And loved the unexpected syntax in the last line. Hope your art museum visit was terrific!
Tammi,
“Power
to bring people together
Purpose
to make us feel”
is a perfect set of lines. I love power and purpose as paired defining elements.
Tammi, your poem strikes a chord with me. I particularly appreciate he power of art and your lines
creat joy
Provoke feelings
connecting with ouselves
ring true for me.
thanks.
I love the punch the words of Power, Purpose, and Provoke give to this. Your last three lines tie it all together.
This was fun, Wendy. I love how your title works with your topic — “Birdwalks” and parents letting go? Who knows if the origins of your words had those themes in mind…I like where yours took me.
Here is mine:
description
never flight
crystalline minute roll
a thought perches, lets out
the water
tree frog turning itself
make feathers, struggling
visible ruffle in the dark
the frog, clear, intermittently
of what the act of
known into stream moth
toward elephant
float Ecaudor’s droplets
belly of crowns
naming is green, was glasswing
leaves there to below
a tiny three chirps
the vapor folds damp
a sound through forest above time
butterflies on the cloud
always rocky
a discovery of a white down
connected to ear
excerpted and re-ordered from “Friend of the Water” Orion Magazine, April 20, 2021
Patricia, this is wonderfully flowing for the style and prompt today! I especially love the last stanza that starts with the tiny chirps and takes us on a journey toward gently hearing. Lovely!
I love all the images that are so enchanting, like “stream moth toward elephant” and “glasswing leaves”.
Patricia,
I love how nature comes alive through the imagery in your poem, especially in this stanza:
“toward elephant
float Ecaudor’s droplets
belly of crowns
naming is green, was glasswing
leaves there to below”
Patricia,
I just loved this! So many soft consonants in the first couple of stanzas that lent such a placid feel to your imagery. And the way those “e”s bounce off of each other in Stanza 3! I feel like it’s not too often that I see alliteration with short “e”s — this stanza had a dreamlike quality to it, and somehow that alliteration underscored it. And loved the “tiny three chirps.” What a great poem!
Patricia, very dadaist, but also so peaceful. “the frog, clear, intermittently” and “butterflies on the cloud” and the rest of that last stanza are so flowing and lovely.
I love the line “a thought perches, lets out” so much because in coordination with the rest of the poem, the thought becomes animalistic and natural. I think that often, humans choose not to think of themselves that way, but if we are not natural, what are we? We’re just as much a part of this space as the living things around us. For me, the line is very grounding.
In true unconformist fashion, I’m using a pre-season football game to craft my poem. Don’t shoot me.
Pocket incomplete
Practice, game, it works!
Pushing behind the back
Superbowl critique
Tough catch
Drive, defended
No place to go.
Jeanie, this was great! And I really felt like the hard consonants appropriately amplified the action of a pre-season game. And I promise not to shoot you as long as you’re rooting for The Bills. 😉
Jeania,
I don’t think poet and conformist are compatible ideas! That’s the beauty of this space. Write what moves you!
Love the movement of your pre-season football poem. I can feel the excitement building in your poem!
I’m impressed that you found a purpose for a preseason football game!
Pocket incomplete and Super Bowl critique are great lines! The light touch of rhyme does some really good work in your poem.
Jeania,
Nothing wrong with being a nonconformist! I love that you wrote a sports poem. I just spent time discussing sports poems w/ my poetry committee. Your poem clips along like a fast play in a game.
The preseason game was on, and I was too lazy to go find an article. The on air descriptions of what was happening in the game just sort of “worked”.
I went down a rabbit hole learning about Dadaism…and then it was time to write my poem. This was a really fun ‘brain-teaser’ – energizing, I think. Thank you, Wendy!
Alexandra Petri wrote a humorous opinion piece in the Washington Post titled “The purpose of the post-menopausal female”
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2024/08/16/vance-post-menopausal-female/
I drew some boundaries with this anarchic prompt – limiting myself to the words in the first two paragraphs of the article; my poem is from the first 17 words randomly pulled…enjoy!
Post-Menopausal Female Meets Dadaism
“Female”!
turn around
eighth-grade
proud
lewd term
sharing
this sentence
confidence
I think
unmistakable
at the end
would
“females”
boy
not normal
humanizing
choice
Love where this went, Maureen…Very strong, attention-grabbing opening and the last three lines. So much in between!
This came out with such a force using the word “Female”. And “humanizing choice” hits me too. Well, yes, of course.
Maureen,
Loved this! And loved the Petri article it was pulled from. The term “mad enough to spit nails” came to mind when I read her piece, and your poem came the topic a totally different, and more empowering, spin — which was really cool.
Maureen,
Wow! Our world feels so Dystopian right now and your poem paints the threat to women well. I agree that last stanza, hits hard. Let’s pray the tide of mysogony shifts.
Maureen, love the final three lines! I always think about who decides what’s normal or not, but we all have to use humanizing approaches and make/respect/accept choices.
Love the title, Maureen.
Too bad the news the article and your poem are based on are not mere dadaism. What a time to be alive!
Maureen,
Your poem title is perfect. Seems we were channeling similar thoughts today! I sure didn’t have that faux hillbilly as the conduit for open conversations about all things female on my 2024 bingo card.
the precision
of the first
joke
(4,000 yrs ago)
involved
a dog
a lion
a sheepfold
and a
leash
__________________________________________
Thank you, Wendy, for your mentor poem, your prompt, and these cool links! Your new senior course sounds awesome, btw. For your prompt, I chose two paragraphs from one of the current books I’m reading, numbered the words (in pencil, since this is a library book, lol) and then found a random number generator online. From the numbers (and, therefore, the words) given, I crafted this poem. I didn’t strictly stay to the “chosen” word order because the poem would have made even less sense than it does now, lol. Here’s “the heart” of the paragraphs that I originally picked:
“[Y]ale University professor of Assyriology Benjamin Foster…nominated this four-thousand-year-old one-liner, which he believed to be as good a candidate as any for the world’s oldest joke: When the lion came to the sheepfold, the dog put on his best leash” (Cassidy 172).
Cassidy, Cody. Who Ate the First Oyster? The Extraordinary People Behind the Greatest
Firsts in History. Penguin, 2020.
(Don’t be alarmed: I don’t know how to do “spaces” here, so I know my MLA entry didn’t have a “hanging indent,” lol.)
Scott!
Happy new school year! I am holding on to the precision of a joke and the paradox of it at the same time how it calls up a sense of utter intention that has run its course, yes?
And thanks for the book recommendation.
Sarah
Scott, your poem was a Dadaist treat, with enough mystery to leave me wondering about it, but enough coherence to make me laugh. Thanks for sharing the original paragraph! (That “oldest joke” struck me as so oddly culturally relevant right now.)
Absolutely wonderful that your random words included “joke” – just so apropos for your humorous poetry … love that parenthetical, too.
I love your process, Scott!
Scott,
A joke involving “a dog/a lion/a sheepfold/and a/leash” has me both laughing and curious.
Scott,
Thanks for the laugh! This may be the oldest “dad joke” as well. I love the “precision” and simplicity. Great idea to use numbers as well.
best known
dynamic
monumental
to take on a similar
that snaked through
a window of
twisting
the probe that
sculptures
work
such as the
skin of metal
that creates
playful
energy
workings of
earlier
respondings
and pervades
unruly
seems
for her
the body
mass
of ducting things
which likes
to get under
Thanks, Wendy, for this wonderfully fun technique. I enjoyed it because I am a cut and paste person.
Susan,
The structure of this poem, short economic lines has my eye trailing down and down, making me think of the lines that have one and the lines that have more than one word, for her, is important to keep together, I think. “of ducting things” after “mass” seems important, too. This form has me super conscious of my meaning-making process. Thanks for this one.
Sarah
Susan,
The imagery here ended up being so wild! The first 12 lines were discomfiting, with words like “snake,” “probe,” “twisting,” and “skin of metal” — then juxtaposed with the “playful energy”… and that ending:
“unruly
seems
for her
the body
mass
of ducting things
which likes
to get under “
was weirdly sensual. Cool poem!
This is so cool, Susan! “That snaked through/a window of/twisting” leading to “playful/energy” and “unruly”…”which likes/to get under” …I think this poem defines the word ‘creativity.’
Susan, it’s sort of cool that your poem echoes our re-piecing together art to find new meaning… It all came together in those last lines in yours!
Susan,
I love these verb choices: snaked, scultpures, creates, pervades, and this imagery — skin of metal the body mass of ducting things.
Susan, your poem reminds me of your artwork. You have such a recreation way of reassembling pieces. Paper and words. I see your work and envy your versatility. Then, I smile. I know her!
.
Very interesting prompt, Wendy. Thanks for sharing all of this. That end though: “Time /
Ages / Adults. Wow. So cool when random things come out perfect.
I took Kim’s idea of using words from cartoons but since I’m a slave to technology these days, I put the words in an online randomizer. What happened reminded me a lot of Jennifer’s Grammatically Ungrammatical prompt from last year! Used some of the first few cartoons from here: https://www.usnews.com/news/cartoons/editorial-cartoons-on-education
No phones mission
A “school” school
Back the unconstitutional
Kids who we school
Loan ten,
That’s lunches
All welcome forgiveness
Free!
That year Oh @#*?!!
Party be crazy
Safety snap back
No guns
Gonna have noise, no, drugs
When students weird
The student needs parents
Commandments
Angie, this poem feels so much like the state I am in right now – a bit chaotic, not sure it’s making full sense as thoughts come flying in and out, but it’s speaking my language, and I’m sure the language of all teachers at the moment when school resumes. The last word seems to sum up all of what’s above it. So interesting.
Angie, this made me laugh out loud at the end:
“When students weird
The student needs parents”
Ain’t that the truth!
And the beginning with the phones motif — loved it. We are living that battle now at our school as we approach the coming school year.
I’m reminded of my own teaching journals from the start of a school year – “no phones mission,” “Kids who we school/loan ten” “all welcome forgiveness” and “Party be crazy”! Really fun poem.
Angie,
I loved the way you’ve captured that feeling of uncertainty and chaos in the first few days of school. “Gonna have noise” — so true!
Angie,
you really capture the energy of the prompt—so many cool word snippets that loosely connect and leave room for interpretation.
“No phones mission” and “when students weird” are my favorites!
Angie, this is so fun. It does remind me of Grammatically Ungrammatical. I wish I would have had more time to play with this prompt. I will definitely come back to it again. “Party be crazy” and “When students weird” are really great lines!
Wendy, thank you for hosting us this first day of Open Write for August. My day is jammed pack so I took a different approach. I read an excerpt, highlighted every 10 or 11 words, then used the ones that worked. I’m attaching the excerpt before my poem. This was fun. I will keep this process to try again with fidelity.
Excerpt from Reading Strategies by Jennifer Serravallo:
An engaged reader is often one who is “motivated to read, strategic in their approaches to comprehending what they read, knowledgeable in their construction of meaning from text, and socially interactive while reading” (Guthrie, Wigfield, and You 2012, 602). This means that classrooms in which independent reading is not always a solo task and kids interact in partnerships and clubs will likely have more engaged readers (see Chapter 12). It also means that teachers need to work to help readers construct meaning (see Chapters 5 through 11) and that an engagement problem may actually be a symptom of something else— a child who is not understanding, for example. To say it another way, sometimes to help readers with the goal of engagement, you actually need to work on comprehension (Ivey and Johnston 2013).
When you’ve ruled out comprehension as the root of an engagement issue and want to focus on engagement itself, you will find that the goal has a few parts. Some may argue that helping children to select books that are a good fit in terms of readability and that will be interesting to them in terms of content should come first (Miller 2009; Von Sprecken, Kim, and Krashen 2000). Kids’ attention and their ability to manipulate that focus and bring it back to the task at hand is also important.
Stamina also comes into play; the amount of time readers can sustain their reading often requires incremental growth over time and strategies to support that increase.
When all of these are in place, readers may attain a condition that Atwell refers to as being “in the reading zone” (2007) or what Csikszentmihalyi calls “How” (2008).
Reading
read banned books
teach strategies
develop comprehension skills
sustain high engagement
reading should be
a good fit
holding students’ attention and
building stamina
disengagement is a symptom
not a diagnosis
find books
with the students’ interests
where they see
themselves
as being valued
and can construct meaning
and joy in the world
©Stacey L. Joy, 8-17-24
Stacy, loved, LOVED this advice! My favorite line:
“disengagement is a symptom
not a diagnosis”
Truth!!
Love your advice here, especially “reading should be/a good fit” – happy new year, Stacey! Very clever and thoughtful poem.
Wendy, to prepare for online teaching this Fall, a friend sent me one of those GREEN BACKGROUND thingies called WEBAROUND so my cluttery office shelves won’t distract my students. I took the instruction pamphlet and rearranged words to reflect what we’re seeing in the news regarding upcoming elections in the USA. Note the picture. The past is watching. (It’s a photo that popped up when I searched “webaround”).
Webaround in Society
Black wide colored
Bring up already coiled
Provided stabilizer in place
Pull back snuggly
Twist and avoid logos
Use medium heat
Meet coiled portion
Adjust if necessary
Integrated stabilizer
Front not back
Colored wide black
Anna,
When I first read this, I knew that you were talking about a product. Then I reread it, pretending that I didn’t know what it was about, and your words took on a whole new connotation. Too cool! (And that Webaround is really cool, too!)
So clever, Anna – and that intro line, “The past is watching.” wow! How I love “Provided stabilizer in place.” Love, too, how your first and last lines are mirror images/inverted words – impressive!
Wendy, thank you. I have enjoyed going to all these valuable links! Wow. I’ve learned so much. Like Sarah, I went to a word cloud generator. I was surprised at how artfully (in more ways than one) the words were situated together, so instead of reaching into the bag, I just went to a corner and found words. I’m off to a day of play, so I’ll be back later to comment.
Prayer
Reclaiming cathedral
Opponents united
Sowing next
Beloved discernment
Answered struggling
Treated America’s
Standing vanquish
Desires bitterness
Accordance wisdom
Civil words faced
Reality important
Faithfully found
Whose people pray
________________________________________
From “My prayer for Donald Trump — and the rest of us” by Colbert I. King at Washington Post. Gift article here.
So many good lines in this, Denise. “Opponents united” great sentiment and loves the alliterative last two lines!
Denise, so many golden nuggets in this poem! I loved:
“Treated America’s
Standing vanquish
Desires bitterness”
(The way that I read — and reread — “treated” and “standing” grammatically impacted the meaning with each rereading. (And loved the original article.)
AMEN, Denise! Such a powerful set of words to walk with in the coming weeks. My favorite is “beloved discernment/answered struggling” — Would that we pause and allow ourselves to struggle to find the right answers…
This sure works, Denise!
Denise,
Your poem is lovely and kind. That said, I read the article, and it makes me wonder: How does the author define civility? Trump whines about being called “weird” while saying the most vile and hateful things about his opponents, even those in his own party. Trump is not a normal political opponent, and I’m all in on humiliating and taunting him if it means defeating him. I often think about Romans 1:1 when I see and hear Trump. He is depraved. There is no reason to pray for someone whose soul is as dark as his. He must be defeated, and we must use all legal tools at our disposal to defeat him. The lives of millions depend on it.
Thanks for this great prompt Wendy. In Honor of National Black Cat Day…. I found an article about black cats. Winks is the name of our all black cat.
”Winks”
The opposite of Albinism
their familiar
color option.
Dominant genes
going gray with time
summer a reddish-dark brown.
Anarchy and witches
invisible in the dark of night
signifies good luck.
Smart mouthing
behavioral patterns
just like any other cat.
Oh, I didn’t know it was Black Cat Day. How clever to seek your inspiration there, Mona.
I love the like “summer a reddish-dark brown” in the phrasing and the unexpected coloring, maybe a transition toward fall, a dying, a new beginning?
Peace,
Sarah
Mona, I love cats! This poem can also be used to describe some of the discrimination people use about other humans…thinking of Salem witch trials and others.
Mona,
Being an inveterate cat person, I loved your poem! And “Winks” has to be one of the cutest names ever. Every stanza resonated with me — loved the dark imagery of the 3rd one and how you turned the superstition on its head. And the synesthesia in your last stanza was really cool. 🙂
Mona,
your third stanza made me smile.
Wendy, your poem is full of vivid imagery. Love the emotion throughout your poem, and I especially enjoyed the simile at the end. Powerful piece!
Wendy, I’m off enjoying a weekend getaway after an especially difficult week, so I was able to find a scissor, but I used a tourist flyer from the hotel lobby for today’s prompt. Anyhoo…what fun and thank you for sharing the links. I did draw after cutting chunks up and this is what I came up with although I kept playing with the formatting.
Somewhere Better Escape
discover
underground temperature
wonder
stroll mounds
lighted
treasure cave
paved
follow walkways
fun
warm gentle
Barb Edler
17 August 2024
Barb, I love it! I love that you are getting away and that you found the tools you needed to write today. I want to stroll the mounds, discover, wonder, and follow walkways. You give me some adventure fever for sure. I also love that you shared your process – finding scissors and using what you had to write. You demonstrate that writing can happen anywhere, everywhere, and be amazing.
Likewise, Barb, I appreciate your ingenuity in finding source material. I’m all for “whatever you’ve got” DIY! I was immediately reminded of a trip we took long ago to the Mammoth Caves. The start word grabbed me, of course, as the reader is also along to “discover” what the poem has to offer. Very mythological and mystical feeling in this, as well as a kind of Gaia-centric tone. I like the end line especially, since caves/internal journeys can be a bit frightening. Trust in the process!
Barb, I just loved the imagery that you build with your words! And the title did a great job of tying the poem together and providing an apt focus. This made me want to be on vacation. <3
A getaway is so needed at times.
I hope you found a lot of
Barb,
love that you used a tourist attraction flyer.
Your poem gives me a sense of adventure—ending in calm with your last line.
I am just TICKLED that you used a brochure from the hotel lobby for your text! I hope your strolls were lighted with wonder, your walkways warm and gentle. <3 Wherever you are, it sounds peaceful. I hope you can rest, friend.
Barb,
This is the perfect poem for a leisurely weekend. I feel as though I’m on a path of discovery reading each line. And I’m wondering where you’re roaming today and wishing I were adventuring, too.
Thanks for sharing this, Wendy. I’m going to give it a try.
Gathered words from an article about sleep deprivation in teens. This is the result…
Raging hormones and biology
prevent the way teens sleep should be.
Teen’s melatonin levels reach a high
when the sun peeks through the sky.
Night owl phone calls, homework and stress
cause teenagers to sleep less.
Fatigue and depression, teens energy stalls,
when sleep deprivation comes to call.
This is a problem we must face.
This is an issue we must erase.
What an interesting topic to focus your poem. I love your word choices that hone into the problems teens face such as fatigue and depression. Sleep deprivation is such a dangerous conundrum for many and to think our own youth suffer like this is so frustrating. Powerful poem! I bet teens would really enjoy this poem.
Rita, you call attention to the rise of this problem and give it a spotlight. I can honestly say that if I were a teenager in today’s world with all that they have to deal with that I didn’t have to face growing up in a different era, I would probably crumble under the pressure. Social media, bullying, and so many other reasons to lose sleep. I applaud your ability to write a poem that moves us to want to take action and create awareness of a growing problem.
Rita, I loved this! And as a mom of teens and a teacher, boy, can I relate. Loved the refrain, with a twist, at the end.
Rita,
Thank you for drawing me back to this (important!) issue through your choice of article and clever poem. I’m with you: stop pounding our night-owl square peg teens into adult workday round holes.
Wendy,
I learned so much from this prompt. I love the entire process. Now, I didn’t follow it. No cutting up here. But I watched the Burroughs video then ended up down the rabbit hole of the openculture website. When my eyes landed on Helen Keller’s names as one of the 300 cultural icons, I knew I was going to write about her. A student came up and said, “Do you have a book about that lady who was deaf and blind but she was fake?” For a few years now, the entire “Helen Keller wasn’t real” comments are one of the few things that can get me really fired up in the classroom.
Helen Keller, Who Was She?
TikTok
conspiracies
there is no way a
deaf
blind
mute
person did all those things
views likes shares
viral
therefore
true
she wrote books
met presidents
was an activist
“flew” a plane
PEOPLE!!!
she had
19 months of
seeing
hearing
babbling
and she had
a
teacher.
a patient, loving
intuitive TEACHER
who helped her
gain language
Gen Z,
cynical
non-trusting.
love conspiracy theories
they don’t trust a body
of knowledge
existing for decades.
TikTok as education
TikTok as source of information
YouTubers as professors
Reddit as Gospel
such little ability to discern,
think critically
yet they think they are
because they aren’t
trusting
and they follow
the breadcrumbs of doubt
thanks, Jeffrey Epstein
such a slap in the face
to those with challenges
who overcome their
disabilities
it
is
maddening
~Susan Ahlbrand
17 August 2024
Susan, your poem is provocative. I love the “TikTok as education/TikTok as source of information”. I can feel the slap in the face and the breadcrumbs of doubt. Your ending says it all!
Geez I didn’t even know this was a thing. I would lose it on someone if they said something like that to me. I read The Miracle Worker with my 10th graders here in Mauritius and you’d be
happy to know they are not disbelievers!
love when you move the poem to
“and she had
a
teacher.”
Susan, agree, agree, agree with your last stanza. And with your assessment about the cynicism of Gen Z. This was a great poem, all the more impactful for its structure .
Ugh! “[B]ut she was fake”: I hate this! I love this poem, though, Susan. There is so much (terrible) truth in this: “TikTok as education / TikTok as source of information / YouTubers as professors / Reddit as Gospel.” It truly “is / maddening.” Thank you for this!
First time here. Like Kim, I found an article (Washington Post Style’s section about Kamala, who was a McDonald’s worker), copied words down on paper and cut apart and placed in baggie (as I get the digital newspaper only). A little sceptical, pulled out words, one by one and added to my paper. This is the poem created:
Debuted as one
her stint in public
to rely on her
family photos as a daughter
is emphasizing the democratic
McDonald’s worker
who grew up
Presidential
Cameras pan middle class
to make the case
appearances
by the candidate
highlighted
lesser-known Golden-Arches
resume
At home
Harris is in same lines
as working moms
bona fide
Oh, Sally! Great to see your image and read your poem here! Welcome.
That final line is everything. “bona fide” on it’s own, no punctuation needed, no capital letters calling attention. Yes. bona fide
Sarah
Sally, I love this! The ending was especially appealing because it shows how much Harris is like a million other women, juggling all the balls and making it work.
Sally, wow, I love how you open this poem and how well it flows to the end. I particularly enjoyed the image of “Cameras pan middle class” and the reference to “Golden-Arches”. Powerful poem!
Sally, I’m so glad you are here! Your poem is riveting – I love all the lines, but especially McDonald’s worker who grew up Presidential and Harris is in same lines as working moms. This really shows the rootedness of investment in working and earning each step forward while also keeping the unentitled perspective that so many leaders lose on their way to the top. I love what you have done here in this poem.
Welcome, Sally! I’m not as much a regular as others but when I do write, I love to see “newbies”! This poem works so well, the McD lines and especially, to me:
“At home
Harris is in same lines
as working moms”
Bravo!
Sally,
This was amazing!! So powerful. The syntax in certain areas made me read — and reread…then nod delightedly when I thought about what you were saying. For example:
“her stint in public
to rely on her
family photos as a daughter
is emphasizing the democratic
McDonald’s worker”
and:
“appearances
by the candidate
highlighted
lesser-known Golden-Arches
resume”
Loved the assonance of “cameras pan…class” and then of “make…case” — arresting use of sound.
Again, great poem! And great topic!
Sally, what a great article and way to do the poem today. I’ll have to try that. (I don’t have a paper newspaper any longer, either.) I love “McDonald’s worker / who grew up / Presidential” Perfect! “bona fide” indeed! Beautiful poem, and I’m so glad you came today! Welcome!
For my process, I randomly selected an article from NPR, pasted it into a word cloud generator and then rearranged those words. I didn’t actually read the article– just borrowed its words. I am also using the same title. I can see this as being a great class activity in physical rearranging and digital. Love it. Thanks, Wendy. https://www.npr.org/2024/08/16/nx-s1-5043678/questions-inflation-interest-rates-prices
Everything you always wanted to know about inflation (but were afraid to ask)
In a market
I am the consumer
of advantage.
This is
cost, price, profit.
Wherever I am
interest charges.
When rates raise
companies inflate
maximize economist
air time says
it’s simple
existence.
We all have
corporate back-
ing as our own
executive
decisions
bear choice.
Sarah, I loved learning your process to write today. The word cloud’s font size is a great way to see and play with words. Your second stanza spoke to me and taught me about the very abstract word of inflation.
Sarah, I love your title and how well you pull in the words that we often hear when listening or reading articles about finance. I particularly liked your last stanza…somehow I feel like we have to “bear” the choice of those in power. I write this as I hear the television reporters speaking about price gouging. Wow, the connection here is so surreal. “cost, price, profit” are the precise words that capture this issue in a nutshell. Love your word image, too!
Sarah, I love the paths that this prompt is taking, from word clouds to poem generators and different ways of approaching the form and then realizing – hey, WE hold the pen on how we deliver it – and taking a form and making it our own spinoff. Your way of showing your process is a wonderful way of showing process, product, and poem. I see so much scaffolding opportunity here for students to be successful no matter where they stand in their writing development.
Sarah, loved this! My favorite part was the first stanza:
“In a market
I am the consumer
of advantage.
This is
cost, price, profit.
Wherever I am
interest charges.”
The clever wordplay had me grinning.
Wendy, what a fun and fascinating process! We touch on Dadaism with e.e. cummings and now I’ve a whole other rabbit hole of possibilities to explore for this unit (I spent far too much time in Teach Rock). I took an NPR article on the end of summer, wrote out and cut up the first paragraph and limited myself to the first 10 lines that materialized. It was additional fun to place the words on lines that changed the meaning in the slightest, not that it makes much sense either way. Thanks for sharing a wealth of fodder today.
Summer’s End
Trees in color
northern been for those
cooler comes shorter
two come change
With getting fall-before weather
Autumn have the days
and official summer next
harvest since
end amongst equinox
Love the interesting arrangement of words here, Jennifer. Your poem’s title is perfect, and I adore those last two lines. I feel the changes coming as we’ve had such strange highs and lows here lately.
Jennifer, you should know that this poem must have been written for all who need for fall to be on the way quick- I was so craving autumn this morning when I got up that I put cinnamon rolls in the oven and ran up to the attic and got three fall decorations to bring down and put out. Oh, and a Christmas candle with pine and lit it. And now this poem, with trees in color and cooler coming and northern been and change and fall and autumn and harvest. Words I want to crawl in a cozy blanket with and feel the cool outside. Thank you! You have made my morning with this read, with the promise that the crisp coolness WILL be here soon.
Kim, I loved the imagery in your comment! <3
The arrangement creates some beautiful images and sounds. I also like how you limited yourself to 10 lines. I think such limits would be very wise if/when I use this in the classroom.
Great idea to limit the number of lines, but also to have that ‘goal’ for others students who struggle to try to reach. Ten seems do-able! I love the sound of “cooler comes shorter / two come change.” This means NOTHING! but at the same time it means SO MUCH! How is that possible? Beautiful beautiful poetryspeak. This is the kind of process that can help bring some joy back into having humans create with words purely for the fun of it. Love this autumnal tone.
Jennifer, this had such a beautiful flow to it — like an autumn leaf falling. It had a very e.e. cummings vibe to it!
Love Steven! What a great bunch of resources (that I’ll be sharing with colleagues!). Thank you, Wendy. This is something I will definitely be doing with students (and our campus newspaper). I used our local newspaper and clipped just the headlines, which I then arranged and glued into a zine – my preferred medium these days. I’m not sure it makes sense or is prophetic, but fun!
JUST die, Covid-19
today governance that again inscribes blues’
thanks dune climbing ex-girlfriend
flock them gun snacking Pop-Tarts
be content pleads rest
her service transfer sign you’ve been the access classic scammed
Rumbling with media? cases by hand only
Denise, I like the spin of taking headlines only. This could work so well for students and likely also eliminates all the extra little words that come from within an article. The last two lines ring true to me – “you’ve been the access classic scammed/rumbling with media? cases by hand only” – there’s something about the words access classic scammed that hits with media rumbles. What a way to leave us thinking!
Love this ideas of using the campus newspaper, Denise! Wonderful, and I’d love to hear more about your zine exploration.
Knowing these are Dadaist, I am finding my brain needs a minute to parse through the syntax and make my own meaning. This is another benefit of this poem exercise for students — when the poem-making is collaborative with a source.
“gun snacking Pop-Tarts” is a wild phrase with the ex-girlfriend in the previous line; she could be the Pop-Tart?
Fun poem yet lots of serious words in there.
Peace,
Sarah
Denise, I applaud “JUST die, Covid-19”! Wow! Love the interesting connections with your word choice especially “gun snacking Pop-Tarts” Wow! Love it!
Denise,
The first line made me laaaaugh out loud. I also absolutely loved the weirdness of “flock them gun snacking Pop-Tarts.” LOL!
Wendy, this one was pure fun! Thank you for introducing us to Teach Rock – a new resource to explore. Thank you for hosting us today and investing in us as writers.
Like trembling
time
ages
adults
…..so prophetic are your lines today, and I like the way they emerged and made sense. I took a copy of the July 22 2024 The New Yorker and wrote down the lines of the cartoons, then cut them up on swatches of a page of a yellow legal pad. Here’s what I dada’ed:
the heat
his ashes
he didn’t want
I’ve enjoyed
smash open the pinata
while you wait
hold on –
as it became clear that
for me to
see you in
the requisite strength
are we sure
same pirate
I don’t love
Kim, l just loved this! My favorite part:
”I’ve enjoyed
smash upon the piñata
while you wait”
and the last stanza — also ❤️‘d.
The poem in its entirety struck me as a poem about relationship conflict, although I’m not sure Dada necessarily wants us to make sense of its art. But, regardless, loved this Dadaist poetry!
Kim, I love what you “dada’ed” and especially that second stanza, to me, signals such an emotional release:
” I’ve enjoyed
smash open the pinata
while you wait”
I almost wish I had a pinata to smash now. 🙂
oooh! the lines from cartoons is such an interesting take on this. I love it. It’s a fewer number of words to collect & cut. And, if cutting from original source, they tend to be bigger words — if students are doing this. Thanks for the tip.
“smash open the pinata/while you wait” is such a great line. It could be funny…or not…great way to talk about connotation.
Kim, I love that “hold on-” falls right in the middle, as if you’re telling the story and suddenly there’s this detail that was forgotten or we need to explore more or that you had a revelation about (“it became clear…”. And the words that follow work so beautifully – “for me to see you in the requisite strength” before that change in the question of “are we sure same pirate I don’t love.” This is just fun!
Kim,
I am loving this form of poetry that welcomes fragment or scenes that the reader has to parse through and make sense or accept a no sense. This really makes me think about writing but also reading comprehension and when we ask students to interpret something that is grounded in abstract and disrupting sense.
hold on–
that line is everything here.
Sarah
Kim, Seeing you here gave me the “requisite strength” to give this poetry writing a try today. Thank you for sharing step by step how you approached getting words. I love your idea of using cartoon lines! I think I’d like to try that idea with my students. Also, for someone who still has a little PTSD when it comes to understanding poetry due to how it was “taught” to me in HS, playing with words today and being OK with it not making sense, is freeing. Maybe that’s why the lines I like most from your poem are the first stanza and “same pirate/I don’t love”
Oooooh, I so love this, Kim. The pinata and the ashes and the “same pirate/I don’t love”. What a mesmerizing poem full of provocative images. Keep thinking about the strength we often need to just move forward each day. Fantastically fun poem to read!
Wendy,
Thank you for the fun! Your poem has some great repetition that emphasizes the feelings of caregivers.
My article (from my research of a 1929 obituary) had a LOT of words…but I pared them down to this”
mostly
the world has
been art and only art–
illustrated life
that honors beauty
the home studio
of mother
since time began
Linda, thanks for playing today! I love the ability of that adverbial first line to arrest our attention. And “the home studio of mother since time began”’is such a great line. ❤️
Art in the home studio of mother since time began is a lovely, lovely thought! I love the concept of illustrated life. Wow! It brings to mind so much energy and comfort all at once. I feel apron strings at my cheeks, looking upward into the greatest nurturing caregivers I’ve known as mothers, grandmothers, and aunts. What a lovely poem to have brought Into the world on this fine morning.
Linda, thank you for this poem today. It made me ponder about life and world as art “that honors beauty” – beautiful and profound.
Linda, this is profound. I love the line, “the home studio of mother since time began.” The poem rings truth. Thanks for sharing.
I love the shortness and the poignancy of this poem. I can sense that it has come from an obituary. (Which also fascinates me – researching a 1929 obituary? How cool!)
Linda, I love these first lines: “mostly / the world has / been art and only art”! Thanks for this!
Good Morning, Wendy! Thank you for introducing me to Dadaist poetry. I like that “kids are leaving home… happier / graduated / beaming” in your poem.
I am on the road today, so I grabbed The ALAN Review with me and chose words from it, This is not quite a Dadaist poem, but I didn’t want to miss the day.
Girls’ Magic
Magic
threads
that
we see
celebrate
girls
tell stories
of
increasing
sense of
self
self reliance
embedded
cultural lineages
blurring boundaries
Bayou Magic
I am attaching the source article image.
Leilya, your title enticed me. I have 8 teenage grand-daughters and and see the “magic threads” appear as they develop that “increasing sense of self.” Thanks for sharing!
How mysterious and that word magic take me right to the idea of fantasy. Beautiful words in this poem.
Leilya, that last line (“Bayou Magic”) was haunting to me, with connotations of wise, witchy women and echoed the first part of the poem so beautifully. ❤️
Leilya, the magical feel of relationship, of bond and friendship and kinship, of growing and maturing and becoming self-supporting and autonomous, yet still knowing the roots of our heritage, culture, and place – it all weaves together to feel like one big group hug. A beautiful image of womanhood.
Wow, what a gorgeous poem full of female power. Love “celebrate/girls” and “Bayou Magic”! Such a celebration of what we hold dear as women in the world. Love this poem!
Leilya,
Like you I went my own way w/ the prompt, which is in keeping w/ the dadaist spirit, I think! Your poem is a lovely celebration of girls and very appropriate following the stellar performance of our women in the olympics!
Thanks Wendy for twisting my mind up after our first full school week. I took the cheat link from Kevin and used a NY Times article in my email “Our futurist past” by Alissa Wilkinson. I selected lines and added punctuation. It’s still quite weird.
Remember 1999?
Great toy!
Pocket into point
talked clear of
till do story.
Both being incredible–you.
We movie of mood.
Yes “the”
and the all about.
One documentary name the start of thanks made
the peculiar menace:
Phantom or fear?
Suicides or love
carried with delight?
Camera lurked.
Look! something.
“We movie of mood.” that says alot! Same with phantom of fear. Great alliteration! And oooooh, that dark turn at the end. Interesting!
Margaret, this was toooo cool. My brain went so many places as I read along, trying to make sense and connections. Dadaist poetry has a wild effect on the reader, imo.
Fave lines: “talked clear of till do story”
and
”we movie of mood”
Thanks for playing!
Margaret, I agree it’s weird, but it’s like finding a gemstone in a kaleidoscope that turns and spins and settles on something that resonates so beautifully – – when I read those last 5 lines, I see the poem that is the diamond here. I like it all, but I’m loving those last 5 lines because they leave me feeling like I’m on a photo excursion to take snapshots of real emotion, real life, even jagged-edged life, just capturing what is real and understood.
Oh, Margaret, as Wendy noticed your poem makes me wonder from one possibility and image to another. I am particularly drawn to “Both being incredible–you” and I keep thinking what these “both” are that make “you.”
And another moment that’s curious is in the final two lines, where I am eager to see that “something.” Thank you!
Margaret, I’m jumping in here for the first time and love reading your “weird” poem. I loved learning of your process to getting these words into a poem. Using the link and then choosing and playing with the puncuation. My favorite part is: Yes “the” / and the all about – it says so much to me. I’m feeling lucky to have found you here today, playing with words!
Odd format, for sure. But interesting.
Kevin
Contracts scribes spines
Papyrus-pushers jaws
Doors biennial false;
Refusenik for scrivening
Cattle census dreary
Inscrutable drawing
measuring tax
mechanically recording;
The silently
source: Ancient Scribes Got Ergonomic Injuries, Too via New York Times
I did cheat by using an online Dada Poem generator
http://www1.lasalle.edu/~blum/c340wks/DadaPoem.htm
Thanks for the link. I didn’t have time to do all the cutting up and such. Favorite weird line “Papyrus-pushers jaws”. I think that would be a good term for my school district!
I love that word, refusenik and also, scrivening. The silently reminds me of a song that lets the chords of music fade instead of a hard ending on a beat.
Kevin, the Refusenik for screening line, when I got there, took me straight to Jabberwocky. I love the fragmented feel and the ways to try to figure nouns and verbs when the context is random like this. You rock the Dadaism, and thanks for the online poem generator below. That’s a cool classroom resource.
Kevin, love that poem generator! Thanks for sharing it. “Refusenik for scrivening” was such a weird, cool line.
Kevin, if only I knew about the generator )))
Love tha final line of yours “The silently” which allows me to pause and listen. Thank you!
The “Cattle census dreary” ! I love that, when I read the title of your article, I could envision an ancient scribe writing down the mundane in their life. Also, I love the phrase “papyrus-pusher”, so visual.