"My knees are like little nuggets of popcorn cracklin' in the microwave. With every step, a sinewy sound is released from my patella."
I love the short length of this. and the overtly medical sound it has. Makes my eardrums feel like they are coated in Chlorox. I would of course like to see this expanded.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Reading Responses
1. On Cervantes' "Banana"
I very much enjoyed this poem but thought some parts to be unconnected and unnecessary. The second part (part II i guess) reminded me of the scene in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" when the banana farmers in th city of Macondo rebelled and were gunned down by the company. This section was very affecting and could stand on it's own.
2. On "Evening" by Booth
I throughly enjoyed this poem and can't find one. The next poem i write i will try to hav the 2 line stanza form. I like it's controlled choppiness. The voice, for some reason, reminds me of James Joyce or one of the auhor Irsh modernists. Very good.
I very much enjoyed this poem but thought some parts to be unconnected and unnecessary. The second part (part II i guess) reminded me of the scene in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" when the banana farmers in th city of Macondo rebelled and were gunned down by the company. This section was very affecting and could stand on it's own.
2. On "Evening" by Booth
I throughly enjoyed this poem and can't find one. The next poem i write i will try to hav the 2 line stanza form. I like it's controlled choppiness. The voice, for some reason, reminds me of James Joyce or one of the auhor Irsh modernists. Very good.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Junkyard Quotes: Random Wikiquotes and Quotes from Bad Twilight fanfiction (or just regular fanficiton)
1. "Error is the force that welds men together; truth is communicated to men only by deeds of truth." -Leo Tolstoy.
-I have never like Leo Tolstoy and probably never will. He's pompous, prechy, and just hippocritical. But despite all these facts, everyone has to respect him for writing with such an impact that everyone cringes when they hear "War and Peace", because they know how it's almost impossible to eread it in it's entirety.
2. "What can you expect when you're on top? You know? It's like Napoleon. When he was the king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman Empire. So, it's history repeating itself all over again." -Dirk Digler in "Boogie Nights"
-I rewatched this movie before i wrote my prostitue poem. Kinda stole some it from it. Wish I stole this line too, now.
3. "Tom: So what's the deal, you get to live and Verna has to be Leo's girl?
Bernie: I have nothing to do with that, she'll sleep with anyone Tom, you know that! She even tried to teach me a thing or two about bed artistry once. Some crackpot idea about saving me from my friends. She's a sick twist all right.
Tom: She speaks highly of you.
Bernie: Yeah, well, you stick by your family. " -"Miller's Crossing"
-I'm really only quoting movies I watch now. But, I recommend this to any and everyone.
4. "Lt. Harper: One thing's sure: Inspector Clay is dead — murdered — and somebody's responsible! " -from "Plan 9 from Outer Space".
5. "Jacob imprints on the new girl at Quilet Highschool, most intristing thing is her name 'Vana Helsing'. What will Jacob do when he discovers that she was born to terminate him." from "Till DEATH Do We Part" a Twilight fanfiction.
- I admit i read fanfiction. I have only read the first half of the crappy Twilight series and I find reading fanfiction makes me feel better about my won writing. Read this story please. it is quite awful/hilarious.
-I have never like Leo Tolstoy and probably never will. He's pompous, prechy, and just hippocritical. But despite all these facts, everyone has to respect him for writing with such an impact that everyone cringes when they hear "War and Peace", because they know how it's almost impossible to eread it in it's entirety.
2. "What can you expect when you're on top? You know? It's like Napoleon. When he was the king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman Empire. So, it's history repeating itself all over again." -Dirk Digler in "Boogie Nights"
-I rewatched this movie before i wrote my prostitue poem. Kinda stole some it from it. Wish I stole this line too, now.
3. "Tom: So what's the deal, you get to live and Verna has to be Leo's girl?
Bernie: I have nothing to do with that, she'll sleep with anyone Tom, you know that! She even tried to teach me a thing or two about bed artistry once. Some crackpot idea about saving me from my friends. She's a sick twist all right.
Tom: She speaks highly of you.
Bernie: Yeah, well, you stick by your family. " -"Miller's Crossing"
-I'm really only quoting movies I watch now. But, I recommend this to any and everyone.
4. "Lt. Harper: One thing's sure: Inspector Clay is dead — murdered — and somebody's responsible! " -from "Plan 9 from Outer Space".
5. "Jacob imprints on the new girl at Quilet Highschool, most intristing thing is her name 'Vana Helsing'. What will Jacob do when he discovers that she was born to terminate him." from "Till DEATH Do We Part" a Twilight fanfiction.
- I admit i read fanfiction. I have only read the first half of the crappy Twilight series and I find reading fanfiction makes me feel better about my won writing. Read this story please. it is quite awful/hilarious.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Random Impulse: Long Dialogue Poem
This was me practicing my overhearing skills today at a Geology field trip. Made me think of this.
“So do we got a test today?”
“I think I’m gonna try for a scholarship.”
“I don’t know.”
“Sounds cool dude.”
“You read the book in this class?”
“Do you think she’ll let us take it tomorrow/”
“What’s it for?’
“No. Have you?”
“Doubt it.”
“Basketball.”
“Basketball.”
“I hope she does.”
“No.”
“You play basketball?”
“We’ve been putting it off for a long time now.”
“I think it’s bout some kids drivin’ round an beatin’ up people.”
“Yeah.”
“Still. I don’t want to take it.”
“Sounds stupid.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Alotta people like it.”
“We’re gonna have to take it.”
“I’ve been playing since middle school.”
“Alotta people are retarded.”
“Crap.”
“Huh. You any good?”
“That’s true.”
“What’s it over?”
“You’re my best friend. How didn’t you know I played basketball?”
“Is there a movie version?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you study?”
“Wow.”
“Crap. I hope there is.”
“What?”
“A little.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t wanna read.”
“Show’s what kinda friend you are.”
“What you study?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just looked over a couple of worksheets we did lately.”
“Reading
“We’ve known each other since kindergarten.”
“Yeah.”
“We’ve done worksheets?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. And?’
“Why can’t we just watch movies?’
“You didn’t know that I’ve played basketball all this time?”
“Crap!”
“Yeah. Who reads anymore?”
“You’ll do fine.”
“Sorry.”
“Nerds.”
“No. I’m gonna fail.”
“Shows what kinda friend you are.”
“Haha. Yeah.”
“No you’re not.”
“Sorry that my life doesn’t revolve around you.”
“I mean I’ve got a life. I can’t waste that on some book.”
“Yes I am. My life’s over.”
“Wow. I mean….wow.”
“Yeah. Who cares about what happens in a dumb book? I gotta worry about real life.”
“You’ll be ok. It’s gonna be easy.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I think we should just watch movies over it. At least they’re more interesting.”
“You think?”
“You’re a douche.”
“Yeah. Oh. What you doin’ this weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry that I don’t care about some stupid basketball.”
“Nothin’ much. You?”
“Can you help me study real quick?”
“Wow.”
“Sure.”
“Sparknotes.”
“Can I borrow those?”
“Is that all you can say?”
“I don’t get any of this.”
“Sure.”
“No.”
“Yes you do. It’s not that hard.”
“That’s all you’ve been saying.”
“Thanks girlfriend.”
“How bout this? We’re not friends any more.”
“You sure this is what the test is over?”
“No problem.”
“Wow.”
“No. But what else could it be over?”
“Is that all you can say?”
“How are things with…you know who?”
“You’re a douche.”
“Ugh. I’m gonna fail.”
“Um. Idk. We’re talkin’ and stuff but he won’t make the first move.”
“You’re a douche.”
“No. You ain’t gonna fail.”
“That sucks.”
“Yes I am.”
“No. You are.”
“Yeah. If he keeps it up then I’m just gonna have to jump on top of him.”
“No you’re not.”
“You are. Douche.”
“Wow. You whore.”
“Yes I am.”
“Uh! I’m not a whore.”
“No. You are.”
“No you’re not.”
“That’s it. We’re not friends anymore.”
“I’m jk bff.”
“Yes I am.”
“You already said that.”
“Don’t jk bout stuff like that.”
“Well it’s true now.”
“Ugh. Do you want to study or not?”
“Sorry girlfriend.”
“I want to study.”
“Oh. My aching heart.,,”
“It’s ok girl.”
“Then stop complaining.”
“You think I’m kidding bout this. But I’m not.”
“So how’s things with you?”
“Sorry. I just really need to pass this test.”
“I know you’re not.”
“Then let me help you.”
“They’re good.”
“Good. Then were not friends any more.”
“Good.”
“I’m trying to study.”
“Good.”
“How bout yours?”
“Well stop complaining then. Ok?”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“What you mean?”
“Well I’m going to move my stuff.”
“Good.”
“I’m just bored is all.”
“Good. Bye.”
“I don’t want to fail.”
“Bye.”
“Don’t you date?”
“Then study”
“Bye.”
“Yeah. I date.”
“I am studying.”
“Then how are you bored?”
“There’s no empty seats.”
“Well study harder.”
“I just am.”
“I’m studying as hard as I can.”
“Fine. Just don’t talk to me.”
“Have you tried blogging? It’s real fun.”
“Fine.”
“Well ok.”
“I already favorited like…10 blogs.”
“You’re not a good study buddy is all.”
“Fine.”
“Well how are you bored then?”
“I’m not a good study buddy?”
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
“You goin’ to the game Saturday?”
“Not really.”
“Idk.”
“Well…you can study with somebody else.”
“Yeah. I think I might.”
“Huh.”
“What? Who else can I study with?”
“Cool.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Just not me cause I’m ‘not a good study buddy’.”
“Yeah. Cool.”
“I don’t know what to say. You try poems?”
“Yeah. Hey…You wanna go you know like….together…to the game? Like old times?”
“What? How am I gonna study?”
“I don’t like reading poems.”
“Yeah. I think I’d like that dude.”
“I don’t know. Ask somebody else.”
“Cool dude.”
“I don’t mean read them. I mean write them.”
“Cool.”
“C’mon.”
“I don’t know how to write them.”
“No.”
“It ain’t that hard. I do it all the time.”
“So we friends again?”
“Please…”
“But you’re in a writing class.”
` “No.”
“It ain’t that hard. Just rhyme words together.”
“Do you wanna be friends again?”
“Sounds hard.”
“Don’t be this way. I don’t want to fail.”
“Yeah. Do you?”
“It isn’t. It’s like this. I went down the street. I looked down and saw my feet. I thought this was really neat. See? Easy.”
“Yeah.”
“To you.”
“Well ask somebody else. Maybe they’ll know for sure.”
“Try it. Get some paper.”
“Looks like we’re friends again then.”
“Mk. Just write whatever I think?”
“Ugh. But what if they don’t?”
“Cool dude.”
“Yep.”
“Yep. And make it rhyme.”
“Then you’re outta luck.”
“Cool. Oh. Did you study for that test next period?”
“Ok. I’ll try.”
“Ugh. You’re so mean.”
“There’s a test next period?”
“Ok. Oh. Have you read the book in this class?”
“I’m going to study by myself. Find yourself a new study buddy.”
“Yeah man.”
“No. Have you?”
“Ya’ll talking bout the test?”
“Yeah girl.”
“Hell no. I’ve been practicing my game.”
“Do ya’ll know what the test is bout?”
“What game?”
“No. Do you?”
“Hey. I’ve got more game than you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“No.”
“How do you got more game than me? I play basketball.”
“No.”
“Not that kinda game. You may have that but I got game with the ladies.”
“Crap. Do ya’ll know who does?”
“You got that kinda game?”
“Nope.”
“Hell yeah I’ve got that kinda game.”
“We were hoping that you would.”
“Show it.”
“Crap.”
“Sorry.”
“You wanna see it?”
“Maybe somebody else will know.”
“Yeah man. Show me your game.”
“Maybe.”
“Ok. I will.”
“You ask your friend?”
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
“So any girl in the room?”
“What she say?”
“Yeah. Any girl in the room.”
“She doesn’t know either.”
“Ok.”
“Poetry is hard.”
“Crap.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah. And she’s bein really bitchy bout it too.”
“Hey.”
“What a dork.”
“Why?”
“Hey.”
“Idk. She’s just bein’ a bitch.”
“What rhymes with texting?”
“Hello.”
“What a bitch.”
“What you doin’ there? Studying?”
“Sexting.”
“Yeah.”
“Ugh. Idk how I’m gonna study for this test.”
“Thank ya.”
“Yeah.”
“We were once bffs texting…but you wanted to be fuckbuddys that do sexting…”
“Cool cool.”
“Yeah. That sucks girl.”
“You saying my poem sucks?”
“Yes it is cool.”
“No. I’m talking to her bout not bein’ able to study for the test.”
“Yeah. So hey. You goin’ to the game Saturday?”
“Oh.”
“I’m gonna fail.”
“Yeah. That poem sounds good. And you’re not gonna fail. If anybody’s gonna fail, it’ll be me.”
“I don’t know.”
“You ain’t gonna fail.”
“I’m just asking cause me and my friend are goin’ in his convertible and…maybe you’d like to join us. Maybe go to a party afterwards.”
“Ugh.”
‘Done.”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Maybe somebody else knows.”
“Depends. Is it working?”
“You think he knows?”
“Who?”
“No.”
“The guy in the back.”
“That guy?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Him.”
“Good game champ.”
“Shut up.”
“What are ya’ll talking about?”
“We should go ask him.”
“You can go ask him. He’s a douche.”
“You can go ask him. He’s a douche.”
“Why you say that?”
“Cause I tried talking to him a lil while earlier about a page number and he would hardly even look at me. And his friend’s a total perv.”
“Who’s his friend?”
“Oh. Idk know his name. Do you know his name?”
“Who’s name?”
“That boy’s friend’s name.”
“Nope.”
“What does he look like?”
“Oh. You’ve probably seen him. He’s kinda short and chubby. Got blonde hair.”
“Wears Abercrombie from like…the 90s.”
“Yeah.”
“I think I know who you’re talking about.”
“Yeah. Then you now he’s a total perv.”
“I haven’t talked to him that much.”
“Oh. You don’t have to talk to him that much to know that he’s a total perv.”
“One time in freshman year, he was trying to grow a goatee. And it looked bad. So I went up to him and asked: ‘Why don’t you shave?’ and he turned to me and said: ‘Why don’t you?’ And I was like: ‘Um. Excuse me. I don’t have any facial hair.’ And he was like: ‘I wasn’t talking about your face.’ What. A. Perv.”
“What was he talking about?”
“My vagina, moron.”
“Oh.”
“Wow.”
“I know right?”
“What did you say back?”
“I was like: “well. You’re never gonna get to see it.’ And that was that.”
“Did he?”
“Did he what?”
“Did he ‘get to see it’?”
“Eww. Hell no.”
“Well his friend can’t be bad. He looks sweet.”
“If he hangs around with a total perv, then he’s a total perv by association.”
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m gonna ask him. Maybe he’ll know what he’s talking about.”
“Or maybe he’ll talk about your vagina.”
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Classmate Response: Kelly
Like a Fish on a Line
You cast your line into the water again. As I start to get away you reel me back in. The hook pierces through my skin. As you pull me above water I slowly start to die. Trying to break free from the hook, I flail around in the air, but it’s to no prevail. Suffocated by air, my scales slowly start to flake off until there are none left and I am raw. You cut the flesh off my bones. Pick me apart piece by piece. Into your stomach I descend as nothing more than yesterday’s fresh meat.
i like the fishing metaphor. it's the nightmare version of there are more fish in the sea and i like the imagery. it could be expanded and maybe the twrrible-lationship can be compared to more brutal acts or something.
Random Impulse: I don't know poem
Lights are dimmed
And the pants are around ankles
Computer screen like a movie beam
Shoots out sound and noise and feeling
Feeling each other and himself
“Whatcha doin’ there girls?”
“Nothin’.”
“You girls like to party?”
“Umm..yeah.”
Nodded heads along with them pictures on the mantelpieces
Sleeping snores come from the bedroom door
The lights are dimmed, dimmed like always
Like automatic friction means more than
Eggshell stained pants and sheets
Reading Response: Crumbs
I really enjoyed Hal Sirowitz's poem, "Crumbs." The conversational style intrigues me and I think i'd like to steal it for a couple of poems. The narrative lther frightens me a sma;l bit because the nagging/you-hate-your-mother sayings mirror my own mother so it hits me in the gut in that sense.
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