Friday, April 19, 2013

365 Poems: Found poetry remix

Day 109

"It will come to you, this love of the land.
There's no gettin' away from it if you're Irish."
 --Gerald O'Hara
During a week when creativity seems as grey as the clouds that won't leave our Indiana skies, we find another site that delights us, entertains us, and makes us think that maybe creativity isn't dead, after all.

Perhaps you read a list of the the Pulitzer prizes announced this week. (Among readers, much jubilation because a fiction prize was awarded. Still mad Swamplandia didn't win last year, though.)

Thanks to our trusty RSS feeds (My God, I'll miss Google Reader), we found the Pulitzer Remix poetry project for National Poetry Month (which is now), and sponsored by the Found Poetry Review (how could we not know about this!?) (Cripe, another RSS feed to not follow in the late Google Reader).

Here's what it's all about:
Eighty-five poets are creating found poetry from the 85 Pulitzer Prize-winning works of fiction as part of Pulitzer Remix, a 2013 National Poetry Month initiative. Each poet will post one poem per day on this website during the month of April, resulting in the creation of more than 2,500 poems by the project’s conclusion.
Wow. 2,500 poems. Is that great or what?

Here's how it works:
Recognizing that there are many prestigious awards recognizing the work of writers from around the world, project creators chose the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction list for both its length and its potential to spur new works of found poetry.... Posted texts will take the form of blackouts, whiteouts, collages and more, and will range from structured to more experimental forms.
You can read the poems (by book) here.
Poet Roxanna Bennett got to write found poems based on Gone with the Wind. Jealous.

Here's one:

The Great House

He stood on the ruin
of the burned building under
the white-starred magnolia trees.
Here from under his feet would rise:
new white rail fences, whitewashed brick,
cotton, acres and acres of fat white cotton,
the white walls of the white dream house
crowning the rise of the green incline,
pasture land meeting the running river,
old oaks hugging the house closely.
Red roof rising through green branches
and cedars, stately, bent over

the row of white cabins
in the slave quarters.

There's no copyright on the web page (and there really should be), but I assume this is: Copyright © 2013 by Roxanna Bennett.

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