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The 9 Words, and thank you Arwen for all the years of hostessing for us, what can we say about the 9 Word format? What does this poem mean to you and I'm wondering what the 9 Words were and how much they influenced this poem? |
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static deserted glamour child foundry latitude kiss blessing hell I provided them as they randomly floated into and through my brain; then thought ack! What could anyone come up with using those words? What the poem came to be about (led by glamour, child, and hell) is those little girls whose bizarrely obsessed mothers spend ridiculous sums of money doing odd and inappropriate things to stick these innocent little beings into beauty pageants, a practice I personally find offensive and indefensible, no matter how much of an industry has grown around it. These little children are objectified, and by the time they are 5 or 6 years old are veterans with a competitive edge against other little girls. Anyway, the poem grew out of the words, which is one of the things I've loved about Arwen's thread through the years.
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i wrote this in september 2008, election year. i've never been able to find my place in politics. always feels like a depression of sorts. and this, ...
death is merely a deviation, a digression from living, but not life and death doesn't just show up out of the blue like some alien from outer space. we can see change coming from a mile away but still wallow in ... what we don't know, won't hurt us it's like being surrounded by false hope dressed in a gracious heart. breathing on the brink of an answer that is neither here nor there and much easier said than done. we try to make choices feel right but the choices are all wrong and then fall on our knees to pray for the kind of rain that washes the blood off the concrete. some people run without a caring consequence until they run out of their shoes. most are insensible, and living is numb on the right side of hell ... in an america that has gone mad with greed, and mad with you and me. mac |
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Wow, Mac! wow, wow... Don't get me started on this topic... that's about the time I left America. But, when you're far away for a long period of time - you'll miss her right down to the center of your soul like no other lover, boogers and all. She is messed up not like her old self, but I love her unconditionally like a mother loves her child because I know she holds hope and promise... and so much more.
Just out of curosity, I plugged your poem into the analyzer, it says you write like Margaret Atwood. America could be a euphemism for her "A Sad Child": "A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was that was done to you the day of the lawn party when you came inside flushed with the sun, your mouth sulky with sugar, in your new dress with the ribbon and the ice-cream smear, and said to yourself in the bathroom, I am not the favorite child. My darling, when it comes right down to it and the light fails and the fog rolls in and you're trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car, and the red flame is seeping out of you and igniting the tarmac beside you head or else the floor, or else the pillow, none of us is; or else we all are." |
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To improve, learn or to confuse myself - I sometimes go study a Master's style to see what I can learn from them. I have found that the more I learn, the less I know. Ok, finally testing the analyzer to see if it is on or off target. Here's one I wrote as a tribute to William Blake in the 9 Words:
Fluid, round, stone, brook, life, sang, polish, tone, & quiet "Tribute to William Blake" You are a sick, sick rose! The invisible round worms That eat man's souls Have found a place in your bed. The many, the few, the one... Let the fluid of your black blood Cast out life in the brook's song Let no stones be polished. The tone of your voice Is likened to a hissing snake So quiet you think we cannot hear, That you are one sick, sick mf'er! Most everyone is familiar with his "Sick Rose", let's see how close I am to his?: "The Sick Rose By William Blake O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy." The analyzer says I write like J. K. Rowling (I'm just thankful that I write like somebody). It wasn't in the style of Blake with his 'O' and 'thou' and 'thy' - for sure, it was more of a 'theme' thing that I was stealing... (and as you can see - I didn't steal too much, lol) ok, I'll try another one later. The jury is still out on the analyzer... Does anyone have an idea of what my and Blake's poems are about? |
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I think whomever said, 'curosity killed the cat' should be number one on the list of geniuses. I'm not a big J. K. Rowling fan and just went to look at her style.
I see that she has a $1,000 prize in a poetry contest at: http://www.poetrycontest.com/j-k-rowling/ I am not promoting this, know nothing about it, have never entered one but do know that there have been many scam sites to pay money to enter, etc. I'm just pointing this out to whomever might be interested and wants to check it out. "Grigotts Wizarding Bank poem: by J. K. Rowling Enter, stranger, but take heed Of what awaits the sin of greed, For those who take, but do not earn, Must pay most dearly in their turn, So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, Thief, you have been warned, beware Of finding more than treasure there." |
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